He awoke at what he assumed was the middle of the night, Ellen standing nearby wearing a black bikini. She held two glasses. "It's Sherry," she held up the two petite glasses. "I can't sleep. Join me?" She had already sat down on the couch. He sat up and slid close to her taking the drink. He wasn't a Sherry kind of guy but it was rich and sweet and warm and it felt nice.
"Where's Misty," he asked expecting both girls to come in make sure there was no trouble.
Ellen looked at him, perhaps for the first time, without any guard up and spoke the truth, "She's working. They needed another paramedic tonight." They both tilted the small glasses back and finished the Sherry. Ellen stood up and walked quietly to the ankle cuff. She revealed the key she'd been palming and slip it into the Master padlock. She removed the cuff. She grabbed his bag and tossed it on to the couch. "You can go."
He looked at her, shocked. "Just like t'at?" He grabbed his jeans out of his bag and slipped them on. He pilfered around and found socks and t-shirt. His motorcycle boots were on last. He looked in the bag to see his prized watch that he wore for every public occasion. He grabbed his flat cap. He went into the bathroom and quickly threw his personal items into the bag. Lastly, he carefully placed his title belt in and zipped the bag.
He followed Ellen out of the bedroom/makeshift prison into a large plush apartment. He had been in one very nice room of a very nice apartment. She led him to front door and opened it. There was total darkness. She hit the light switches and revealed an H2, a Mercedes and a small car parked at the far end. There was a space where Misty's ambulance had been parked.
Ellen tossed him a set of keys to the small car. "It's a rental," she explained. "It's under your name, your real name. Don't ask how I managed that. I know some people at Hertz," she half-laughed without really smiling. "See, you were never in danger."
He jiggled the keys in his hand and looked down at her face, which looked innocent and without the harsh expressions she displayed quite often. "Why?" He had to know why the stronger of the two women had gone soft.
She looked off. "I thought I wanted to do something insanely wrong. I thought I wanted to capture this sexy, vicious wrestler and keep him for myself. I thought I wanted to use you up and send you home whipped." She paused. "… I changed my mind. This isn't for me. You turn me on. This situation doesn't. So go. I don't think you'll turn us in," she said honestly.
"I wanted to send you both to prison, but you're right, I won't tell." He reached out and touched her shoulder. "I never knew anybody who wanted to fuck me so bad, t'ey'd kidnap me." He laughed. Then his voice became serious. "You deserve to go to jail. I'd be lying if I said I'd grown so fond of you, I decided to forgive you. Truth be told, I'm too ashamed to admit that I was overpowered by two women, held captive and forced to ejaculate, well at least a couple of times. I can't repeat t'at story. Who'd believe such?"
She didn't look back. "We had planned on drugging you again," she said in a distant, chilling voice. "Get you back in the ambulance and drop you off somewhere in Raleigh and make a phone call."
She began again, "Leave here by turning left on to the road, you'll start seeing signs for Raleigh. Follow them; you'll come to the city. You can figure it out from there."
With that, she began walking towards the pool on the other side of the garage and dove into the deep end. She swam underwater as much as possible to avoid hearing the car go because in truth, it broke her heart. When she finally swam to the shallow end and bobbed there. The night was completely silent. He was gone.