Warning: Will eventually contain mature material. Language. Lemons. Some spicy limes. Maybe full-blown things. ~_^
A Salvation Called Love
-Chapter 3-
Bill Amatheon only had his daughter left after his wife of eight years passed away after a car accident. He was forced to raise their only child on his own. He worked hard and in the end had only wanted his daughter to be happy. When he'd lost his job after sending her off to college and started looking for a new job he'd found a woman willing to help him. She offered him money to get a job at a huge company. Then she wanted him to steal and ruin the owner's life. He'd wanted to fight her because he knew it was wrong, but for some reason he couldn't. He felt compelled to follow her every word. Was he right in what he did? Can he ever be forgiven and keep his daughter safe and happy?
Slumping against the cool wall, I couldn't believe that my boss had turned out to be such a fearful man. Currently I was sitting in what I supposed was a basement because it was very cool, but I couldn't tell because I had a blindfold on. My hands were also chained above me to the wall. I couldn't move. I also think that one or two of my ribs were broken after the kick Mr. Gold landed a few hours ago. He wasn't as fragile as he portrayed.
Footsteps accompanied by a cane echoing in the basement, or whatever it was, drew my attention from my thoughts. They stopped in front of me and I was blinded by the light when Mr. Gold jerked the blindfold away. I had to blink a few times in order for my eyes to adjust to the light change. When I was able to look around I found that I wasn't in a basement. It was a cell. A modern day dungeon. Mr. Gold grinned down at me from where he was standing. "How do you like your new accommodations, Mr. Amatheon? Lovely aren't they?" I tried to say something but I still had tape covering my mouth. Mr. Gold gave a mischievous chuckle and leaned down, slowly pulling it away from my mouth. I cried out in pain as it pulled hairs from my beard. "Oops, sorry. I forgot you couldn't speak."
After the stinging died down, I quickly spoke up. "Listen, Mr. Gold. I'm sorry that I stole from you. It wasn't me. Someone set me up!"
Mr. Gold's cane slashed through the air and pressed roughly against my throat, cutting off my words and my air. He hissed down at me. "I know who set you up. I also knew you were stealing from me. What I don't get is why would you do what that woman told you?"
He removed his cane from my throat and I sucked in a deep breath, choking on the attempt to breathe as fast as I could. "I don't know. She asked me and paid me and I couldn't say no. I couldn't stop my actions. It wasn't me, I swear."
"I swear. I swear. I swear. It wasn't me. People always say that when they don't want to take responsibility," Mr. Gold mocked sarcastically.
"Please, I have a daughter. Can't you just let me go?"
I shivered in fear when Mr. Gold turned and glared down at me. "Let you go? I'm afraid I can't. Not until I get my money back."
"I don't have it. I don't have your money! I never kept it!" I pulled roughly against the cuffs holding me.
Mr. Gold knelt down in front of me and pushed his cane against my broken ribs while he spoke. "Then why did you steal from me if you didn't intend to keep my money? Did you give it to Regina?"
The pain from Mr. Gold grinding his cane into my broken ribs was almost too much. I groaned and slumped back against the wall trying to escape it. "No… no I never gave her anything. She said I could keep it for myself."
"What else did she say?"
"She said she wanted me to ruin your company. That's why she made me steal from you. But I only took what I needed. I swear!"
He stopped grinding his cane against me and I slumped down, the cuffs cutting into my wrists. "Where is my money, Mr. Amatheon?"
"I… I used it so that I could finish putting my daughter through college."
Mr. Gold stared at me for a long moment in silence. I couldn't help but stare back. It felt like he was peering deep into me, trying to find everything I knew. I couldn't help but be scared of him. He abruptly stood. "It seems you speak the truth."
I felt my hopes of being released soar. "Does that mean…"
I wasn't able to finish what I was going to say because Mr. Gold's cane slashed through the air again and smacked against the side of my head. The world began to swim black and I slumped forward, swallowed by unconsciousness. He stared down at me in disgust. "No. It doesn't mean I'm going to let you go."
Slowly Mr. Gold exited the cell and locked the door behind him. He made his way up the stairs and locked the door leading down into his modern day dungeon. He wasn't about to forgive the man for stealing from him. Pulling his cellphone from his pocket he quickly dialed one of the security guards at Gold Corporations. The man picked up on the second ring. "Mr. Gold."
Mr. Gold talked quickly as he made his way into his kitchen to grab something to drink. "Merius, I want you to keep an eye out for a young lady that might come in asking for me. Her last name will be Amatheon. Please give her my cell number and tell her to call me. It's very important, do you understand?"
The man said yes and then hung up. Mr. Gold grinned and stared out his window as he thought of a way to get his money back using Mr. Amatheon's daughter. It was good to finally let out his evil side.
- She was a sweet, pretty thing, and he would have walked the world over
to get her a blade of grass that she wanted. When she died it made him worse than ever. -