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Chapter 18 – HELP!
BPOV
The drive to Forks was long but it went by pretty quickly. We were just outside of town when I told Jasper to drop me off at my apartment. I needed to pick up a few things and I wanted to stop by and tell my dad about Edward. I knew that rumors would be flying about Edward and I and I didn't want my dad finding out about this from some idiot who couldn't keep their mouth shut. He was going to be hurt enough as it is.
Edward kept trying to convince me that he should come with me but I insisted that I do this on my own. I knew Dad was going to be upset. I didn't need him blowing up at Edward and starting a life long feud between the two of them. As we pulled into the driveway to the apartment complex, I was already making a mental list of the things I needed to pick up. I already had some of the basic stuff in my luggage from the cruise. The main things I needed were work clothes, comfortable work shoes, and a few other necessities.
My apartment was on the side of the building that faced away from the parking lot, so I walked around the corner of the building as Jasper drove away. I notice a huge guy sitting on the stairs that let up to my apartment. This was nothing unusual. The guys that lived downstairs always had friends over. They would sit around on the stairs to smoke and talk sports but this guy was sitting by himself and he wasn't smoking!
As I approached, the guy looked up at me and smiled. He had beautiful teeth. He was Native American. He looked somewhat friendly but his eyes were dark, like he had something sinister going on in his mind. Something about him just wasn't quite right. It made me uncomfortable so I didn't go up the stairs. I walked past him and circled back around the other side of the building to see if maybe Jasper had stopped. No luck. I looked over my shoulder and saw the big guy coming around the corner toward the parking lot, where I was. Shit! This is bad! This is real bad!
I ran back around the building and up the stairs to my apartment. My hands were shaking, so it was hard to get the key in the door. I just got the door open when I heard him. He was just coming to the foot of the stairs, "Izzy, where do you think you're going? Did you really think you could run from me?"
Shit! I slammed the door and turned the lock. He started beating on my door. "Izzy, open the door. You know who I am. Open the fucking door!" He was starting to sound really angry. I put the chain on the door and dug into the bottom of my purse to get my cell phone. "I said, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" I heard a loud BOOM and the door shook. Shit! He's going to kick it in! I have to call my dad! I found my cell phone but it was turned off. I hit the power button so it could turn on and then started looking for my house phone. Why don't I ever remember to put the damn thing on the charger where it belongs! BOOM! The guy kicked the door again.
I ran back over to the door to try to hold it closed with my back. The maniac on the other side of the door was trying to sound sweet, "Izzy, please open the door. I don't want things to start off like this. We could be great together. Just open the door and I will take you away from all this. What do you say, Izzy? Be a good little whore and OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" I recognized the voice. It was Wolf Boy! He was irate again.
The phone finally powered up enough to make a call. I had just dialed 9-1-1 when BOOM! The door jamb splintered into pieces, slamming the door into my back, knocking me to my knees. My phone slid across the floor, out of my reach. The man grabbed a handful of my hair and lifted me up.
"Izzy, why couldn't you just open the fucking door like I asked? Now you have to be punished!" I felt something hard slam into the side of my head and my world went black.
I don't know how long I was out. All I know is that it was dark outside when I woke up. I was in a big shed, or maybe it was a garage. There were car parts lying around and it smelled like oil. My head was throbbing and it took a few minutes before I could focus my eyes. I reached up to touch my head and realized that I was now wearing a metal collar around my neck, that was padlocked to a chain, that led up to a winch, that was fastened to the roof of the shed. The winch looked like something you would see on the front of a wrecker.
All the clothes I had been wearing were gone. All I had on was an old ladies oversized housecoat. It looked like it used to be white with tiny baby blue flowers on it. It had two large pockets and little pearl snaps down the front. It was obviously very old. The material was worn and soft but it was not warm.
I had shackles on my wrists and ankles that had metal loops on them, but they were not chained to anything… yet. I looked around the room, to see if I could find something to break the lock with. I realized that the chain was just long enough to allow me to walk around a little bit or lay on the ground if I was directly below the winch, but I couldn't reach anything else in the room.
I had been lying on a thin pile of hay in the middle of the room, so I went back over to sit and wait. I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes, but I managed to choke them back. Crying was not going to get me out of here. I needed to keep a clear head and not give up. Dad would find me! Edward would find me! They would come get me out of here and this idiot would pay for what he's done.
I started thinking about what the maniac could have done to me while I was out. I looked inside the housecoat at my body. I didn't see any bruises. I reached underneath to see if there was any tenderness or any other indication that I was sexually assaulted while I was knocked out. Thank god there weren't any. I felt the knot on my head. It was tender and I could feel a little dried blood in my hair. He must have hit me pretty damn hard!
I heard the door open behind me, "Oh good, you're awake. I brought you some Tylenol for your head." The huge man approached me with a kid sized juice box and two Tylenol. "Open your mouth." He said as he held the two little pills up. I shook my head and turned my back on him.
He didn't like that very much. He grabbed me by the arm and spun me back around. "I said OPEN YOUR MOUTH!" His eyes were wide and angry. I was afraid that he was going to hit me again, so I did as he instructed. He dropped the two little pills in my mouth and held the straw to the juice box to my lips so I could drink.
"That's a good girl, Izzy." He said as I swallowed the pills. "If you be a good girl, I won't have to punish you. If you start screaming and trying to get away, you will regret it, do I make myself clear?" I nodded my head. "Good. Now just so you understand that there is no point trying to get away, I am going to show you something."
He walked over to the door and put a key in a little box mounted to the wall. When he turned the key, the winch started releasing chain. He reached up and grabbed the chain so he could lead me out the door to the shed. I was only able to take two steps out the door before the winch stopped.
I looked around and all I could see were trees. It was dark, so I couldn't make out much. I could see a dim porch light coming from an old rundown wooden house in the distance. From this side of the shed, I couldn't see any cars and no other lights anywhere in sight.
"You see, Izzy, there is no where to go from here. Even if you managed to get free, you would never be able to find your way home from here. No one will think to look for you here and even if they did, they don't have the authority to step foot on this property! It's the perfect place for the two of us to get started."
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He was smiling like a lovesick fool. Something in the back of my mind told me that it would be better if I just played along. "It's very nice." I said with a fake smile.
"It's not half as nice as the place we'll live once I get you tamed." This sent chills down my spine.
"What do you mean tamed?" I asked with a shaky voice.
He laughed and said, "Right now, you are too wild. If I unlocked your chain right now, you would run out of here screaming. Once you've been tamed, you won't even consider leaving my side." He stepped back inside the doorway and turned the key causing the chain to retract. As it pulled me back inside, he said, "I will bring your food and drinks out here. Until you get more trustworthy you will sleep in here too."
"What if I need to use the bathroom?"
He gave me a strange look, like I just said something repulsive. "Women don't do that! Women powder their noses and check their hair. They don't actually use the bathroom!"
Great! The man is delusional! "Umm, I hate to break this to you, but I actually use the bathroom. I will need to have access to the bathroom and I will need toilet paper."
This seemed to stress him a little. He paced back and forth a few minutes then said, "Ok. I will bring you a bucket and some toilet paper. I guess I can dump it when I bring your meals. Is there anything else you need?"
"I am going to need to take a shower, I will need a brush, and I will need some clothes."
He laughed, "No, Izzy. I will take care of you. You don't need those things. I will wash you in the mornings and brush your hair. You will see. I'll take good care of you. If we get sunny days, I'll even let you out the door for a few hours, so you can work on your color. You would look so much better with a tan."
I didn't answer. Hopefully the police will get here long before this idiot has a chance to come anywhere near me. I wonder where I could be. Surely we couldn't have gone very far. My dad would have the entire state looking for me. Someone's bound to come all the way out here.
The man looked at his watch and said, "It is past your bedtime. I will come wake you up in the morning." He turned and walked out the door, shutting the lights off on his way out. I stood there in complete darkness trying hard not to freak out. I could hear the sounds of a rat scurrying across the floor. I hate rats! What if a nasty rat climbed on me while I slept? If I screamed would he hear me? Would he come chase the rat away or would he get mad at me for screaming?
I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I stood there and sobbed like a scared little girl. I heard some sounds outside the shed. It sounded like animals. I had no idea how many of them, but it sounded like a lot. There was some growling. I heard the man's voice telling them to hold their horses. There was another sound and then the animals started to howl. They were wolves! From the sound of it, there were at least seven of them, maybe more. I heard the man howling along with them. It gave me chills.
I didn't sleep at all that night. In the morning the man came back and brought me some blueberry pop tarts and another juice box. He told me that I would be eating finger foods until he felt he could trust me with silverware. It was a sunny day, so he decided I could use some time in the sun.
He opened the door to the shed and let the chain out, so I could stand outside in the sun. "Here you go, Izzy, now you can work on your tan." I stood there, just outside the doorway looking at the forest around us, trying to figure some way out of this mess. "Izzy, I told you to work on your tan!" The man barked.
I gave him a crazy look. What was he expecting? He stomped over to me and grabbed the front of the housecoat and ripped it open. I quickly grabbed it and pulled it closed!
"Keep your hands off of me!" I yelled. He glared at me and marched inside the shed and came back with a steel bar that had a clip on each end. What the hell does he think he is going to do with that? In one quick move he grabbed my wrist and clipped the bar onto the loop on the shackle around my left wrist. I tried to pull myself free but he brought the bar around behind my back and managed to get the other end clipped to the shackle on my other wrist. Now I was standing with a bar behind my back holding my arms slightly apart. He tried to reach for the housecoat again. I kicked at him but missed. "I told you to keep your fucking hands off of me! I am not your fucking puppet!" I yelled as she stepped back inside the shed.
He came back with another bar, just like the last. "You are whatever I want you to be, Izzy. This attitude of yours is going to get you nowhere!" He yanked the chain, causing me to fall backwards and clipped the bar onto my ankle. I began kicking and screaming wildly, trying to get away.
I felt his big hand slap me across the face. "STOP OR I WILL REALLY HURT YOU!" He screamed in my face. I was momentarily stunned. It was just long enough for him to clip my other ankle to the bar.
He stood me up and yanked the housecoat open and off of my shoulders. I was now standing in the sun naked. The housecoat was hanging behind me, around my wrists. There was a bar holding my arms apart and another holding my legs apart. My cheek was throbbing from the force of his slap and tears were running down my face.
"Please, don't do this!" I begged, "Please! I just want to go home. I won't tell anyone. I promise. I don't even know your name. You could blindfold me and take me back. I don't know where this place is. No one would ever come looking for you out here. Please, just let me go home!"
"I can't do that, Izzy. You're mine now. This is your home. None of the others understood you like I do. None of the others can give you the structure and discipline that you need. Sam told me all about it. He told me exactly what I needed to do."
"Who's Sam?" Great! Just how many maniacs are there in these woods?
"You'll meet him soon. He will come see you tonight. He wants to make sure you're worthy so you have to be especially good tonight. If Sam doesn't like you, he'll kill you on the spot!" The man said as he ran a finger down my cheek. "If you're good, and he likes you, I just might give you a special treat!"
His eyes traveled down from my face to take in the rest of my naked body then back up again. It made me feel dirty. I didn't want him looking at me like that! I didn't want anyone looking at me like that, except Edward!
"You really are a beautiful one, Izzy." He said as he eyes traveled down the length of my body again. "I really hope Sam likes you. It would be a shame to let such beauty go to waste." I was trying not to notice his erection when he reached down and shifted himself. "Just think, someday you are going to be tame enough to share my bed, Izzy. Just think of all the different things we could do together." He reached out as if he was going to grab my breast but I pulled away. He licked his lips and said, "Soon."
He reached behind me and pulled the chain up over the top of the door and closed it. He turned the key in the lock, so I was stuck standing outside the door, in the sunlight, while the chain was coming through gap above the door.
"You stay right there and work on your tan. I'll be right back." He started walking toward the house. "Don't try anything stupid. I'll be watching!"
I stood there for a minute looking at the side of the building closely. It looked like someone took two large sheds and pieced them together to make a garage. Looking down the outside of the building I could see a rickety garage door that I had not noticed before. Something must have been blocking my view of it from the inside, or maybe someone boarded it closed.
There wasn't much else I could see. There was a rusty back end of some dead car sticking out from around the opposite corner. I couldn't tell what kind of car it was but I could tell that it had no wheels. It was up on blocks. I turned toward the house. I could see most of the front of the house from where I stood. It was relatively small, maybe two bedrooms and one bathroom. There was a small porch on the front of the house with a few dead potted plants sitting on it.
I could feel the sun beating down on my face and chest. I didn't usually get much sun. It felt good at first, but it was starting to get really hot. I turned my back to the sun to give my front a rest. I hadn't been standing there very long when I heard howling coming from inside the house. I knew what that sound meant. Wolf Boy had apparently disappeared inside the house to jack off! The thought that he was inside touching himself and probably watching me through that grimy window made me want to throw up!
I had always pictured him to be some sweet young man. I never imagined he would be this huge muscle bound psychopath! I tried to think back to the times I performed for him. He seemed a little strange but nice enough at first then he started getting more and more demanding. Only recently did he start really acting weird, up at Heidi's anyway. Hell, he could have always been weird and I wouldn't know it. I wondered what could have happened that would make him go crazy like this.
I stood there for a while with the sun beating down on me. There was nowhere I could go to get away from it. I was stuck standing in front of the shed door. With the bar holding my legs apart, I couldn't really go anywhere. If I stood on one leg, I could pivot but the chain wouldn't let me get anywhere. I would face the sun until I started to get too hot then turn around and let my back bake until it got too hot. I could tell from the tingling in my skin that I was getting sunburned and dehydrated.
"Hey! Can you hear me in there? I need to get out of the sun and I'm thirsty! Hello!! Did you hear me? I'm getting sunburned! Please come open the door!" I yelled.
I couldn't see inside the windows to know if he was still in there or not. It was too bright outside and too dark in the house. I stood there a few minutes longer then the front door opened. Wolf Boy came strolling out with a tiny juice box and a sandwich.
"Here, it's time for lunch." He said as held the sandwich up to my mouth.
I took a bite and mumbled, "I need to get out of the sun. I think I'm sunburned."
He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. "Izzy, you're all sweaty. You need a bath. Come on, let's get you clean." He unclipped one of my ankles so I could walk. He led me back inside the shed. Being out of the sun, my skin felt much better but I could still feel that I was burnt.
He clipped my loose ankle back to the bar and went over to a cabinet in the corner. He brought back a bucket and a large sponge. It looked like something you would use to wash a car. He went outside. I could hear him walk around the corner of the shed to fill up the bucket with water. I heard him walk away, and then a few minutes later he came back in the shed with the bucket, sponge, a towel, and a small bottle of lemon scented liquid dish soap. What is he planning on doing with that?
He set all the stuff on the ground beside me. He squirted some of the soap in the bucket and swirled it around with his hand. "This stuff smells pretty good. I think it will work." He dipped the sponge in the water and squeezed it on top of my head.
I gasped "That's FREEZING!"
He rubbed the sponge on the top of my head and completely ignored me. When he added more soapy water to my head and it started running down my body, I started shivering. It felt like ice water. Apparently the well taps into a cold spring.
"Y-y-y-you are g-g-g-going to have t-t-t-to use your f-f-f-fingers to wash my h-h-h-hair." I managed to say through chattering teeth. "Or I c-c-c-can do it m-m-m-myself."
He used the sponge to add more soapy water to my hair then sat it down and started scrubbing my hair with fingers. He was scrubbing me like you would scrub a dog. When the soap started to lather up, he seemed pretty pleased with himself. Once my hair was completely soapy, he used the wet sponge to scrub my skin clean. The sponge was rough on my burnt skin. I winced and whimpered as he scrubbed me.
"Stop complaining! I don't have to do this, you know! I could leave you filthy. Be happy that I care enough to make sure you are clean and comfortable." He said sternly as he continued to scrub me. "Izzy, I want to make it clear that I will not tolerate you getting any more tattoos. The bird on your butt was ok but these scratch marks on your hip are just stupid. A woman shouldn't be covered in stupid stuff like that. You're lucky that this is easy to hide. If it was too obvious, we would have to get rid of it!" Get rid of it? What does he mean?
Once he had me completely soapy, he carried the bucket outside to dump out the soapy water and filled it with clean water. I was shocked when he just walked up and dumped the cold clean water over my head to rinse my hair. He had to go outside and bring in another bucket of water to rinse the rest of me. He scrubbed my hair with the towel and tried to dry me off a little before he unclipped one of my wrists to pull the soaking wet housecoat off of my arms. Once it was removed, he clipped the bar back to my wrist.
"We need to hang these out to dry." He said as he walked out of the shed with the towel and the housecoat. A few minutes later, I heard him go inside the house. I thought he would come back and bring me something to wear but he didn't. I stood there on the pile of wet straw shivering from the cold and still wet.
The chain attached to my collar was so tight, I couldn't sit down. My legs were aching and starting to cramp from the cold. From the crack above the door, I could tell that the sun was going down. I could also feel the temperature dropping. March in northern Washington is much different than it is in Mexico. In Mexico I could have spent all night naked and been fine, but here, being wet and naked all night could easily lead to hypothermia. I needed to find a way to convince him to let me finish drying off and give me some warm clothes.
I heard the door open a few hours later. Wolf Boy came in with another bucket and a roll if toilet paper. "See, I was thinking about you. I brought you these." He sat the bucket at my feet and handed me the toilet paper. "I am going to let you use this while I wait outside." He walked toward the door.
"Wait! Can you unhook my hands? I can't use the toilet paper like this."
He thought about it for a minute then came over and unhooked both my wrists and my ankles. "You have been a good girl Izzy. I think you can go without the bars for right now. Of course I will have to hook you back up when Sam comes. He would want it that way." He walked to the door and made the winch release just enough of the chain for me to sit on the bucket. "I'll be waiting right outside. Let me know if you need anything."
When he shut the door, I stretched my arms and legs. With the chain being a little looser, I was even able to bend and stretch my back. It felt good to sit down on the bucket, so I purposely took longer than necessary to take care of my business. Eventually he got tired of waiting and opened the door.
"Damn woman! What the hell is taking so long?" He sounded irritated.
"I'm done." I said as I got up. The bucket was starting to hurt my backside anyway. He made a face of disgust as he carried the bucket outside.
I could hear him mumbling as he walked out the door, "I don't care what she says. Women do NOT do this! Why did I have to pick a woman that's messed up. How do you teach them not to do this? It's nasty!" What an idiot!
He came back a few minutes later and said, "You will get dinner after Sam comes. That way we won't waste the food if he decides to kill you." He looked at his watch. "He should be here in an about an hour."
"Can I have some clothes? I'm freezing." I begged.
"Not until Sam's gone." he said as he rummaged through some boxes against the far wall of the shed. "He wants to see all of you. He doesn't like it when you hide yourself behind clothes. You're going to love him! If he doesn't kill you, you can help me take care of him and his friends. They stop by every now and then. He might bring some of them with him tonight."
"Are you telling me that I have to meet this guy and his friends naked? When I used to perform for you, you told me that you didn't want anyone else seeing me like that. You said you didn't want anyone else to touch me. Why would you want Sam and his friends to look at me naked like this?"
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Sam is different. He is not just anyone. He is the leader and if he wants to see you with no clothes on, he will see you with no clothes on. That's just the way it is. I don't ask questions, I just follow his orders."
He dug in another box and pulled out some thick tow straps. He looked rather pleased with himself as he walked out the door. I could hear him walking around outside and doing something with the straps. I could hear the ratcheting sound of the mechanism as he fastened the straps to something. He came back a few minutes later and attached my wrist and ankles to the bars before he pulled out the key and unhooked the lock that held me to the chain.
"Sam is going to be here any minute. It's time to get you ready." He picked me up and carried me outside and around the side of the house. I could see that he had fastened the tow straps around a couple of trees. He sat me on the ground and attached a tow strap to the bar between my ankles. He used the lock on my collar to attach the other strap to my neck. As he started tightening the straps, causing me to lie on my back, I started to panic! I was stretched between straps hooked to my neck and ankles, with a bar under my back, holding my wrists apart.
"Wait! What are you doing?" I was trying to struggle free. "STOP! Let me go!" I know I was naked before, but I suddenly felt much more vulnerable than I did a minute ago. "Please, let me up!" I pleaded. The tears started to fall. "Please, let me go! I don't like this. I want to go home." I couldn't stop crying.
"Stop that!" He shouted. "Sam doesn't like it when you beg like that! Sam likes total silence. When he gets here you had better be quiet or he will kill you on the spot! I've seen him do it! I once saw him take a man's hand clean off his body!"
Oh my god! This murderer is coming to see me… like this! What am I some kind of sacrifice or something? No, this can't be happening! Not to me! Not now! Wolf Boy looked up and smiled. "He's coming!" he said happily. "He is going to love you! All you need to remember is to be quiet and be still. If you survive this, I will give you some dinner." He reached down and patted my head, like I was a little kid, before he turned and ran back into the house.
I could hear sounds in the distance coming closer. Was it footsteps? I clenched my eyes closed waiting for someone to say something. I could hear breathing coming from somewhere near my feet. I cracked open my eyes and screamed "HELP! HELP!" I started thrashing about madly! There was a huge black wolf standing just a foot away from my right leg! His nose scrunched up showing his sharp teeth as he growled. Two other wolves approached growling at me!
The door opened. The man was standing in the doorway naked. In a soft voice he said, "Izzy, be quiet! Sam doesn't like it when you're noisy!" What? Where is Sam? What is he talking about? Is there someone here? Did Sam bring the wolves?
The man stepped out onto the porch. The big black wolf turned and snarled at him. The man sunk to his knees and bowed his head. "I'm sorry Sam. I told her to be quiet and to be still but she didn't listen. Please forgive her. She hasn't been trained yet." Is he talking to the wolf? Is this black wolf named Sam?
This man is definitely crazy! He believes he is actually talking to this wolf and this wolf understands him! The wolf stops growling but circles me cautiously. I lay perfectly still. Silent tears are falling down my face. Mentally I am chanting, "Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"
More wolves have joined us. They are starting to bicker among themselves. I wonder if they are fighting over who gets to eat me first. The man gets up and walks back inside. He comes out with a tray of raw meat. He starts tossing the meat to the big black wolf that he calls Sam. Sam gobbles down the meat and eventually stops eating it and moves out of the way so the rest of the pack can jump in and grab the meat.
Wolf Boy, in all his insane brilliance decides to throw the rest of the meat right at my feet while he turns his attention back to the big black one. The other wolves lunge forward and start fighting for the meat. I can't even make out which one is which. It is a big mass of snarling fur, claws, and teeth. One of them steps on my leg. He is not heavy enough to break it but his claws scratch my skin. Another one lunges for him and they both fall upon my body. I'm too terrified to scream! I lay there as they fight above me praying that the idiot will do something to stop them.
The big black wolf charges forward snarling at the two wolves that were fighting on top of me, causing them to cringe and back away. He comes over and sniffs at the scratches on my abdomen. I hold my breath. Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me!
One of the other wolves starts to howl. This starts a chain reaction. The other wolves become more animated. Some start to howl while others make soft barking noises. The big black wolf licks one of the bleeding wounds on my stomach. Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me! He looks up at the others and runs off into the trees while the others follow!
The naked man smiles at me and says, "Sam likes you. I can keep you now!"
I squeeze my eyes shut and pray that someone finds me soon!
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