Chapter Six

Captives

"Kneel down and place your hands on your head." He stands before her. She watches him closely as he quickly removes a set of handcuffs from the pocket of his over-sized coat. "Lie down and place you hands behind your back." A moment or two pass and she can feel weight on her legs then her wrists are cuffed. She hears his footsteps walk away from her in the direction of the kitchen, moments later she feels a gloved hand on her arm, "Sit up."

He positions himself next to her dining table. He reaches into his pockets and takes out another set of cuffs, rope and a package of condoms. Along with these items she recognizes the knife that he has in his hand. She can see the gun sticking out of his pants. Slowly and methodically he places the items side by side on the table. Suddenly he removes his coat, folds it and places it neatly over a chair. Please God let me wake up. His footsteps on the hardwood floor cause her to come back to reality.

"Where is your cell phone?"

She hesitates; he lightly touches her leg with his foot. "Don't make me repeat myself."

"In….in my bag," she says with a shaky voice. Carefully he removes the phone from her bag. "I want you to make a phone call, Alex." He stands before her. "Can you guess who I want you to call?"

She shakes her head, he stomps on the floor, she shutters from the sound, "I asked you a question…I expect an answer."

"No," she swallows hard. "I have no idea."

"Your partner," he turns his back on her and moves one of the chairs from her dinette set and places it next to her. She smirks, "Wh…why?"

"You don't get to ask questions," she turns her face away from his stare, he can see her shiver. He touches her leg with a little more pressure this time. He flips open the phone, "I need you to get him here without it sounding suspicious," he sits down. "Be smart about it." She nods her head; "Is that a yes?"

She answers sharply, "Yes you sick bastard!" she suddenly regrets her response? She watches him in fear of his retaliation. He asks plainly, "What's his phone number Alex?"

She recites the number. "555-0630." Jonathan punches it in, after three rings, it connects, "Goren."

Jonathan puts the phone on speaker then holds it close to her mouth, "Hey Bobby, have any plans for dinner?"

"No, I don't. I thought you were going to dinner with your sister."

"She canceled out on me, Matthew got sick and she went home. I don't feel like eating alone so I was thinking of getting take out from Star's Cafe, in the mood for shrimp?"

"Yeah sure, do you want me to stop and pick it up?"

She looks up at Jonathan. He shakes his head. "No, no I'll call ahead I'll have them deliver. How about in about an hour?"

He pauses for a moment, "Ok I'll be there a little after six….oh and don't forget to get some clams."

"I won't. See you then."

"Bye."

He closes the phone, "Good very good." He touches her face with the phone, she turns away.

An Hour Later

Jonathan has taken a seat near the front window; he slowly and carefully moves the curtain aside when he hears a car door slam. He stands, Alex watches him and the smile on his face sends a shiver down her spine. "I am going to remove the cuffs so you can answer the door. I want you to get him in the middle of the room. You screw up and I'll put a bullet in his head and you know what?" He says as he removes the cuff. Alex takes a step forward but remains silent. "Alex I believe I asked you a question."

"What?" she says, sounding exasperated.

"It will be your fault that he's dead."

The doorbell buzzes. Jonathan stands to the right side of the door, he waves his hand at her to open it, she does. "You're right on time," she says.

"Really? I thought I was early, because I'll tell you…." Bobby enters the home; he suddenly notices the look of terror on his partners face. "What's the………….."

"Hi Bobby," he starts to turn. "Don't turn around you know who it is."

Looking at Alex he says with concern, "Are you alright?"

Nodding her head she manages to form the word, "Yes."

Bobby quickly turns and comes face to face with Jonathan, "Fletcher what the hell do you want?"

"As I told her," he points to Alex. "You don't get to ask questions." Jonathan walks slowly to Bobby's right and is now standing between them. "I knew it. You two make a great couple."

Alex says, "A couple? We're not a couple."

Jonathan grins like a Cheshire cat. "Alex take his jacket and hang it up, mustn't be messy." Bobby quickly removes his jacket and hands it to her. "Alex love," she squirms. "Get that chair for Bobby so he can sit." He points to one of dinette chairs. "Put it over there," he points behind Bobby. She positions the chair exactly where Jonathan asked. "Bobby sit down." He hesitates, "Wha….." Jonathan points the gun to her cheek; "She has a pretty face, doesn't she, would you like to see a bullet in it?"

Bobby immediately sits down. Jonathan stands behind him, "Put your hands through the slats of the chair, Bobby." He tosses the two sets of handcuffs to Alex, "Cuff his hands then his legs." Alex hesitates for a moment; suddenly she sees the glistening of a blade.

She cuffs Bobby hands and legs and then stands. "Now," he tosses her the rope, "Tie his ankles to the legs of the chair." Once again she hesitates, he clears his throat and the blade of the knife is pointed to Bobby's neck. She ties his ankles to the chair legs.

Jonathan moves from behind Bobby, "Alex, sit down on the floor." He stamps his foot, "Right here."

Jonathan sits down in a chair that he places between them but further than arms length. Bobby is to his left and Alex to the right. "You see Bobby, that's where they belong on the floor and at our feet."

Alex and Bobby just look at each other and then at Jonathan, they have seen first hand the effects of what he is capable of.

He has since stuffed the gun into his pants but he continues to hold the knife. "Alex my love," he crosses his legs. "Un-button your blouse." She raises her eyebrows as she gives him a questionable look. "Did you hear what I said?" She nods. "What? Did you say something?"

"Yes I heard you."

He uncrosses his legs then sits forward. "Do it." His voice is low but commanding. She reaches up and places her fingers on the top button of her blouse, her hands start to shake.

"Don't be nervous." His smile is sinister. "I'm sure Bobby has wondered what you have under there. Haven't you?" He looks over at him. Bobby is looking down at the floor. "Bobby I want you to look at her." He stands up and grabs Alex by her hair and pulls, she stands. He holds the knife next to her face and has a strong hold on her hair; the more she squirms the harder he pulls. Suddenly she stops, "You see the way this works is, if you don't watch I'll punish her. Now look at her."

Bobby lifts his head. Jonathan pushes her forward, she remains standing. "Come on Alex only a few more buttons to go." She can't help but shake. "Take your blouse off." Slowly she undoes the buttons. "Now, your bra. I can't wait to see this." He says excitedly. Her hands are shaking so much that she has trouble grabbing the hooks in the back. "Alex I'm waiting and so is Bobby." He looks at Bobby. "Right? Come on tell me you're not enjoying this. Honestly Bobby, tell me how often have you thought about fucking that?"

Muttering he says, "Oh my God." He expels a long breath. Jonathan leans over to catch his eye.

"Bobby I asked you a question." Once again he positions himself behind Alex; he holds the knife at her throat. "I'm waiting."

Bobby says shaking his head, "Never."

He steps back, "Ah you're a liar. How in the hell could you work with this gorgeous piece of ass everyday and not want to fuck it? Well guess what?" The silence is deafening. "I think I asked you a question Bobby. Guess what?"

"What?"

"If you behave yourself and do exactly what I say I will let you fuck this gorgeous bitch. How's that? Does that sound good?"

All Bobby can manage is a look of contempt. Jonathan smiles at him. "Is there something you want to say to me?"

Bobby swallows hard and stares into Jonathan's eyes. "No."

"You're a smart man." He takes a step back. "Now where were we?" He stands between them. "Oh yeah, Alex love, we're waiting." He looks at her. She is frozen. He walks behind Bobby and presses the knife against his throat. "Come on Alex don't make me ruin this nice shirt he has on…………… Oops." A little trickle of blood falls onto the collar of his shirt.

She reaches behind and un-claps her bra. "I knew it. They are beautiful, aren't they?" He bends down to catch Bobby's eye. "You're not looking. Look! Or I'll cut one of those beautiful tits. Is that what you want me to do?"

"No." Bobby lifts his head and reluctantly looks at her.

Jonathan smiles with satisfaction. Alex suddenly raises her arms to cover her bare breasts. "Alex are you cold?"

She answers him weakly. "No."

"Then put your arms down. Bobby can't see." She hesitates. "Bobby, tell her to put her arms down." He says nothing.

Jonathan walks behind her and lightly moves the knife across her face. He cuts her cheek and a small amount of blood flows, "Alex please put you arms down."

"Now that wasn't so hard. Was it Bobby?"

"No," he says barely above a whisper.

Alex drops her arms down to her side. "Alex love." She looks up at him. "Suck on your fingers and then rub your nipples." Her eyes are pleading with him, "Jonathan………."

He gets up quickly and walks over to Bobby. He places the knife to his abdomen. "For every second you make me wait the further this knife will go in." She can see the pain on his face as the blood starts to show through his shirt.

She does as he asks; tears start to well up in her eyes. "You are one hot gorgeous thing. What do you think Bobby? See Alex now he can't keep his eyes off you."

She falls to her knees, but through tear soaked eyes she tries to focus on her partner. He seems to be in a great deal of pain but when she catches his gaze she feels a small sense of togetherness.

He returns to his chair. "Alex stand up, come on stand up. You don't want me to hurt Bobby again do you?"

She shakes her head and then stands. She puts her arms down to her side. "I didn't tell you to stop playing with yourself." She continues. Alex watches him as he removes the gun that he has tucked in his pants and sets it on the chair next to him. "Now, Alex my love. Remove your pants."

She doesn't fight him this time she removes her pants. "Good girl."

She starts to remove her panties, Jonathan sits and watches. "Bobby are you watching?" He looks over at him. "Good."

She slowly removes her panties "Gorgeous you're fucking, gorgeous." Alex stands holding her arms across her breasts again and starts to shiver.

"Now tell me honestly Bobby that you don't want to fuck that?"

Silence, Alex looks down at her partner again. They comfort each other with looks, neither speaks a word. She falls to her knees once again. "Alex when I want you on your knees I tell you, now stand up." She hesitates. Jonathan leaves his seat and walks over to Bobby and places the blade of the knife on his chest "How many more holes do you want me to put into him?"

Alex starts to cry unable to say a word. She hears a cringe of pain and as she looks up she can see a thin red line across his chest.

"You bitch did you see what you made me do? Now do what I said."

As she starts to stand Jonathan walks back to his chair and sits down. She is crying and her cries only make him more excited. "Oh, Alex love, I know I'm getting a hard on," he unzips his pants and then turns to look at Bobby, "How about you Bobby." He stays quiet. "You're not turning him on at all, what is he gay?"

"No he's not gay and he's not a psychopath either."

"I'll let you get away with that one," he smiles at her. "I think you're going to have to help him along." His smile is ominous, Alex just turns away. "What do you think of that idea Bobby?"

Jonathan gets up from his chair and stands behind him, "Come on Alex, kneel down….right there." He points to a spot in front of them, she hesitates and Jonathan holds the blade of the knife on Bobby's neck. "I'll slash his throat, is that what you want me to do? If I kill him it will be your fault, get over here bitch." Alex walks slowly and she kneels down. Jonathan removes the knife, "Wait not yet," he resumes his seat. For the first time that afternoon Alex is reluctant to look at her partner, she tries to obey but she can't move her arms. "What are you waiting for? Do I have to tell you what to do?" He looks at Bobby, "I know, Bobby, you tell her what you like."

Bobby stays quiet, "You know I thought that he would have been more of a talker but he is very quiet, too quiet………I mean," Jonathan shakes his head as he stands, he pushes Alex with his foot and she falls over. He positions himself in front of Bobby, "Hey!" For the first time that evening Jonathan raises his voice. "What the fuck is the matter with you, come on, you're not bleeding that much."

The few seconds that he turned his back on her was all she needed, Alex gets up quickly and picks up the gun, "Jonathan."

He turns, "What?" The sound echoes throughout the room. That was the last word spoken by Jonathan Fletcher, one bullet to his forehead and he falls quick and hard to the floor.

TBC