WARNING PEOPLE...SEXUAL CONTENT well maybe not quite.
Maureen walked up the driveway towards her house, carrying the Chinese. She placed a hand on the door handle, preparing to put the key in, but the door flew open. Still baffled by the door being unlocked, she stepped inside. A nasty breeze blew through the lifeless house. Maureen tripped slightly on something, she looked at the floor and noticed a pair of black boots which were disarray. 'Ah... Catrina must be back, I wonder if she's got the job?' she thought as closed the door behind her, and kicked the boots under the table. She walked across the hall towards the kitchen, switching on all the lights as she passed, wondering why the lights weren't on in the first place.
"Dodge, Catrina?...I got the Chinese!" She yelled towards the ceiling. She placed the bag on the counter and removed her coat. She peered into the living room, nobody there.
She walked to the bottom of the stairs. "Hello...is there anybody there!" She began to trot upstairs. "Dodge?...I know you're here, you were here before I left!"
Maureen searched every room, no one was in the house. Catrina's room looked the same as when she left it before the interview, Maureen even checked her wardrobe.
"This isn't funny anymore you guys!" She trudged downstairs, and she made her way to the kitchen, but something caught her eye on the way. Something dark was seeping out from under the closet door, under the stairs. She reached out for the doorknob cautiously, dreading her worse fears. Maureen quickly pulled it open - Dodge lifeless form slumped out of the cupboard, and dropped near her feet - She swallowed her scream as she dropped to her knees, and placed his gashed bloody head on her lap. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Wake-up baby." She pushed his dirty blonde hair back to look into his face. "Oh baby please wake-up." She checked his pulse, it was very week, he had lost a lot of blood. "I don't want to lose you again."
Suddenly a groan escaped his lips, and his eyes began to flutter open. "You won't lose me again." He breathed.
"Thank god." Maureen said, wiping away her tears. He tried to get up, but his wife pushed him back down again. "Save your energy honey...now, who did this to you?"
Dodge placed both hands over his face, and he rubbed at his eyes, then a look of realisation passed across his pasty face, and he jumped up in panic. "Oh god, Jack was here!"
Maureen looked horror struck as well as Dodge, and they both yelled in unison "Catrina!" They both took off around the house, searching. Dodge checked the garden, then he went around to ask the neighbours, while Maureen called all of Catrina's friends, to see if she had gone to stay over. She sunk to the carpet as she considered the big possibility that Jack had taken her, Dodge came through the front door to see his wife kneeling on the carpet, sobbing, next to the phone. He sat down next to her, and pulled her into a hug. "Don't worry we'll get her back,...and then it's payback time for Jack!"
Catrina didn't know where she was, she couldn't see anything, the world was pitch black to her. All she heard was faint echoic voices, which she could only make out slightly. She made an attempt to open her eyes, but her lids were still too heavy for her, she tried to scream, but her voice box felt like it had shrivelled up into nothing, she tried to move her body, but every inch of her was numb and paralysed.
After awhile she gained feeling back in her fingers, and they curled around ripples of silk sheeting. She knew she was on some kind of a luxury bed. Catrina was suddenly hit by a great amount of fear and nausea, she hated the idea of being on a strangers bed, especially if she had no means of defending herself. Her ears then began to tune in better to the voices around her, and she was able to put together sentences.
"What does he want with her anyway?" One person's voice said quietly.
"Who knows?...A servant, an extra soul, or maybe even a sex slave!..."
Catrina swallowed, while listening intently.
"Well I've heard he only took her because of some deal he made with a woman many years ago." Another voice whispered.
"Where on earth did you hear that!"
"Francesca told me yesterday."
"Oh...one of Jack's sex slaves told you a?" A voice said, with a hint of amusement.
"Hey!...She had sex with him once, and that was before she died."
"Speaking of sex...who wants to go first at touching this girl's bosom?" A cocky man asked. Catrina on the inside, shook with fear. "You Roy, are you game?" There was silence for a few seconds. "Or you Daniel?"
Catrina guessed he must of shook his head.
"Go on...I dare ya."
"No!...I can't, he told us no one's allowed to lay a finger on her." Another replied in a harsh whisper.
"Well he's not gonna know is he? Just go over there and touch it!"
"No, I ain't that perverted."
"This is her breast we're talking about, not what's under her skirt,...then again I wouldn't mind!" Catrina would have stared wide eyed at this comment, but she couldn't.
"You sicko!"
"Well if you're not going to do anything, I will." The next thing Catrina heard was the sound of someone getting up from a chair, and traipsing across the floor, she felt terribly indecent and desperately tried to move.
"-No, don't do it, he could appear any minute!" The man half yelled and half whispered.
She felt the hem of her skirt being tugged up, tears were forming in the corner of her eyes. And then-
"And just what do you think your doing!" A slightly angered silky voice said from the corner of the room. "Get out!...I'll deal with you later." She had heard that voice before.
Catrina thanked the heavens in her head. She heard foot steps approach her, then she felt two hands brush her waist as the person adjusted her skirt. Then a hot breath fanned across her face, and she was greeted with the smell of peppermint. This gesture caused her fingers to twitch slightly, the person jumped back.
"Oh you're awake?"
Rapidly, her whole body came back to life, as if he had said the magic words. She opened her eyes to come face -to -face with Jack. Her eyes widened with fear, and she tried to jump as far away as she could, but her attempt was effortless. She found that each of her limbs had been handcuffed to a bedpost.
Jack smiled in amusement at her struggling.
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU BASTARD!" She shrieked as the silk sheets began to fold into a heap at the foot of the bed.
"Well you're a charming little thing aren't you?" He reached out to caress her cheek, she bit out at him, and he jerked away, then started to laugh.
His laughter showed no sign of fear or anger, just some kind of a sick twisted happiness, her aggression faded slightly.
"That's a nice way of treating your saviour." Jack folded his arms, and stood superiorly over her.
"If you hadn't have captured me in the first place, I wouldn't have been in that mess." She spat.
"I needed to capture you Catrina...because I have a deal to uphold, and I'm not the sort of person to make a deal, and totally forget about the other end of it."
Catrina caught on a pattern. "What deal is this?...those men in the room with me, they mentioned a woman you made a deal with years ago."
Jack innocently tilted his head to the side. "Did they really?" He pursed his thin lips, with a dangerous look in his eye. "That Francesca is gonna get it right in the neck." He then sniggered at his own comment.
"Any way...about the deal?" Catrina asked curiously, Jack's gaze came back to her, and she again filled up with dread.
Jack sat down next to Catrina on the bed. "I'm guessing your mother never told you fully about her past experiences, has she?"
"Not really no...but what's that got to do with the deal?" Beginning to get impatient.
"Well...I suppose I could tell you everything." Jack ran a finger along her leg, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. "But first I want to get a bit more comfortable."
Jack brought his legs onto the bed, and lay his head down on the pillow next to her. She shuffled away almost immediately. "Keep your distance Jack!" She warned.
He smirked and placed his hands behind his head. "Right so we're both comfy."
"I'd be more comfy if I was 100 miles away from you, with a high brick wall in between." She side glanced at Jack, and it chilled her to see him silently chuckling.
"Would it satisfy you if I undid your hand cuffs?"
"Yes." Catrina replied through gritted teeth.
He reached in his pocket, and leaned across her. She was instantly captivated with his slender jaw line, her eyes wondered down his pale neck, and she suddenly stopped herself from looking down his shirt at his chest.
Jack pulled back, tossing the cuffs to the floor. Catrina rubbed her wrists, her eyes darted around the room noting all the exits, planning her escape. She sat up, and moved to the very edge of the bed out of Jack's reach.
"Your mum and Dad were salvagers as you probably know, I approached them one day telling them about a ship which was supposed to have gold on it -"
"Wait are you talking about the Antonia Graza?"
"Err...yes." Jack replied. "You know about it then?"
"Yeah...a guy brought gold on board...the crew saw the gold...they formed a plan...they killed all the passengers...then I'm guessing the crew sailed the ship for awhile, hit an ice-berg and sank." Catrina finished. "I am right."
Jack scratched his head. "So that's what your mum told you?"
"Yep...pretty much."
Jack's face concealed a hidden smile, and Catrina cringed slightly. "Well...some of those facts are correct...the rest is... how do you say?...Bullshit."
Catrina's heart sunk. 'She lied to me!' She thought.
"Well the thing is." Jack leaned in close to Catrina so their noses were almost touching. "We're sitting on the Antonia Graza." He then observed her reaction, waiting for the side effects to transpire.
"You're...you're...you're lying to me!" Catrina's eyes widened, as she jumped back. She couldn't believe it, she wouldn't believe it . She looked about her and ran to the curtains, and pulled them back to find a rusty porthole, outside the entire landscape was covered in water and she saw nothing in the horizon, just blue sky. Catrina had to be sure she wasn't where she thought. She turned around to see Jack standing in front of the doorway with a serious look upon his face. Catrina knew that he knew she was going to bolt out of the door. She dodged from to side to pass him, but he managed to dodge with her. His lips curled into a slight lopsided smile.
Jack then moved forward with his hands up, ready to strike, she backed up and found herself cornered. He was getting closer now, her fingers were twitching with fright, she tried to avoid contact with his eyes, as his shadow passed over her. Then in one motion she dropped on all fours like a cat and slunk between his legs and bolted out the door. "Shit!" Jack exclaimed. Then he followed.
Catrina took off down the corridor, not quite believing such a cliche move had worked. She noticed the rest of the ship was rusted and rotten, apart from the room she just ran from. She turned into another corridor, and ran through some double doors, which fell off their hitches as soon as she touched them. Catrina had reached what looked like a reception area, just as she was approached the desk, she skid across the floor on some water, and slammed into a giant fish tank. Her head collided with the glass, then she slid to the floor, she groaned as she got up. "I'll murder the son -of -a -bitch who invented glass."
Slightly dazed and panicked, she dragged herself up and she continued running, panting heavily as she did. She slowed down as she noticed someone dusting off their hat in the corner of the room. Catrina ran across toward them. "Excuse me...can you please help me...there's a man after me!" The man just stood the staring at her blankly, then he put on his hat.
"If he's after you, you can't be helped." He then passed through a wall on his right side. Catrina backed up shaking her head "No...no...no.." She hit something solid, she spun around meeting Jack's hypnotic gaze, she screamed in surprise as he enveloped her around the waist. "Don't fight it Catrina, accept it." Her breathing was fast and it came out as tiny whimpers.
"Gotta...gotta get out...away...now." She sighed in panic, as she fought against him, with no prevail.
She then raised her foot, and brought her heel down hard on Jack's foot, he yelped and released her, she took the chance and ran onto the outside decking.
Jack couldn't help but grin devilishly, on the inside he was positively enjoying himself, he liked the fear he saw in her eyes, which was sometimes corrupted by her spirited determination to try and show how strong she was. He walked slowly outside, he saw her pacing with worry, her wavy brown hair blowing in the wind.
"Look around you Cat, a hundred miles of sea on every side, not another boat in site, plan your escape!"
Catrina closed her eyes as she turned around to face his handsome humoured face, which had a trance of danger in it, she tried hard to bring her cool to the surface, she looked out at the sea again.
Jack continued. "And you know what?...I was the guy that brought the gold on the ship!" Catrina spun around and looked at him shocked.
"The crew didn't kill all the passengers...I did the rest...and I was the one who killed the crew afterwards!" Catrina took a step back, her face riddled with fear. The wind constantly blew cold and wildly around them.
"And you know what else Catrina?...That deal which involved you... I made it with your mum!" Jack smiled with triumph, then his face dropped slightly as he filled up with regret as he looked at her face. Her fearful face was gone, and it was now blank, but he could just make out the corners of her green eyes were welling up with tears. The next thing he knew she ran past, with the back of her hand at her mouth.
Just a few minutes earlier at Boston...
Dodge sat there with his wife at the counter, their faces reddened by stale tears, sick with worry. Dodge was baffled, he didn't know where to look for his child. Maureen was rocking like a mad woman on the stool, rubbing her hands together. Then she stood up and walked up stairs, she reached her daughter's room and pushed open the door, with a false hope that Catrina would be curled up sleeping in her bed- but she wasn't, the room was empty, dark, and cold. Maureen sat on the edge of the bed, she reached for one of her daughter's teddies which was propped up against the pillow, and she sat rubbing it's belly with her thump. She prayed her daughter was still alive, and not suffering. Suddenly she felt a great amount of guilt hit her in the chest, then she almost heard her daughters cry of distress, she had an eerie feeling of being betrayed, and from that moment she knew her daughter knew about the deal.
"I'm sorry baby!" She sobbed, as she fell sideways onto the bed.