Mickey was struggling harder to get out of the ropes that were holding him when he heard me shout it was his turn. He was sobbing in fear and trying to get free but I knew he wouldn't be able to, I tied the ropes too well. I kept circling the table like a predator waiting to jump its prey, he tried reasoning with me.
"You're not going to get away with this Delaney...I've already radioed my position...Police will be swarming here any minute."
I continued to walk around the table, swinging my arms in a arch as I did so.
"Oh well...I can't hear anything." I taunted him as I leant over him. "Can You?"
"Let me up...I promise you they are on their way."
Mickey continued to struggle but it was futile, he was bricking it and it gave me such an immense feeling of pleasure to see.
"OH YOU, seem very certain." I snarled at him.
Mickey tried desperately to reason with me again, trying another tact.
"Alright...alright...What have we got on you...an assault...theft..."
"I've been thinking about you Mickey."
Mickey closed his eyes and tried to get control of his fear and breathing but I could see that he was having very little success.
I moved behind him so I could lean over him, he could feel my weight on his back and I knew he could feel something else as well, his helplessness had excited me. I felt him tense as he finally realised with horror what I had planned for him as I reached forward and unbuttoned his jeans before yanking his jeans and underwear down exposing him.
Feelings of being powerful filled me as I looked down at the trembling man beneath me, his body was slick with sweat and he was crying gut wenching sobs.
"Relax," I told him, "You might enjoy it."
xXx
When I finished teaching D.C. Webb a lesson, he would not forget in a hurry. I left him where he was still tied and bent over the table, his jeans and underwear around his ankles. He just lay there broken and brutalised and I contemplated phoning his nick, so his colleagues could come and rescue him and find him looking like that. How embarressing and degrading that would be for him but then I thought 'no', it would be more fun waiting and watching as his world fell apart, all the while his colleagues wondering and not knowing the reason for it.
As I remained there in the shadows watching, I saw him stir and start pulling at the ropes once more as he tried to get free, he was almost frantic in his attempts to get the ropes off his wrists. Eventually I saw him manage to slip one rope off and that the rope was slick with blood, he had rubbed his wrist raw trying to get free. I thought to myself 'thats going to sting in the morning'. Mind you, compared to the pain he was in now, that would seem like nothing.
As he managed to free his other hand, I noticed his body judder with shock as he pushed himself slowly and with difficulty up from the table and see his face as it twisted in a grimace of pain, as he closed his eyes briefly. He reached down slowly while he was still leaning against the table to pull his jeans and underwear up and I felt a sense of satisfaction as I heard him whimper but before he could do his jeans up his legs gave way under him and he collapsed onto the floor.
"MICKEY?"
I heard someone shouting his name outside and I realised that I had stayed too long. One of his colleagues had found the warehouse and was just outside, effectively cutting off my escape route. As I slipped further back into the shadows, my foot knocked against something causing it to fall to the ground with a loud noise. The officer outside heard the commotion and entered the building, his asp out and called again.
"MICKEY?"
I saw Mickey's body jerk as he realised that one of his colleagues had found him and saw the officer as he moved his flashlight in Mickey's direction, the light hit upon Mickey where he was sat with his knees pulled up from the floor and I heard the concern in his friends voice as he asked him if he was alright.
"GET OUT."
I heard Mickey shout at his colleague.
"Are you alright Mickey?"
"I'm alright...just get outside."
I could see the uniformed officer looking at Mickey oddly and could clearly see the concern in his eyes. I knew he could see that Mickey's clothes were undone and could see what he was thinking. When he left, I saw Mickey do up his clothes and with a shaky breath stood slowly as he pulled himself with some difficulty into a standing position. He was totally unaware that I was still in the warehouse with him, watching him from the shadows and as he stumbled past me I so wanted to reach out and touch him. Scare him even more but I didn't.
When he eventually managed to make it out of the door, I could see his shadow in the window on the other side of it. I could hear the officer again asking him if he was alright. I couldn't hear all the conversation but I heard Mickey tell him that I had shown up early and had hit him over the head with something. I saw the other copper reach for and grab his wrist and Mickey jerking it back as though he had burned him.
His friend and colleague wanted to call an ambulance for him but Mickey insisted that he was fine and I heard him say to him.
"You give me a lift home...yeah."
The other officer insisted on calling CAD though and letting them know that Mickey was alright.
"Yeah but don't make a big deal out of it." Mickey told him.
When they both left, I waited a few minutes to be sure they had gone before I left myself, telling myself that I would be seeing D.C webb again before too long!