Avenging Angel

Chapter 15

Elijah finished his call with Wesley and put the phone back on the table. He made his way back over to Angela. He was more enthusiastic about his plans after Wesley's call. They were on to him but he wanted to take his time. He knew they didn't have anything solid yet. So he had time to play.

"Sorry for the interuption Angel. That pesky husband of yours is going to be a problem."

"You have no idea."

"There's that smart ass I know and love."

"I'm not playing your games. Let us go and I'll call off the dogs."

"Why would I do that when I am so clearly winning.", he said brushing her hair behind her ear.

Angela thought she was going to vomit. His touch was sickening. She wasn't sure exactly what Wesley had said on the phone to him. She was dying to hear his voice right now. He would tell her that everything would be okay and he would swoop her up and take her home. That fantasy quickly vanished when Elijah smacked her across the face again.

"Not sure where you went, but you'll be staying here for this part."

In one quick motion he grabbed her wrist, unlocked one of the cuffs, and had her arm behind her back pushing her towards the table. Upon clearer inspection the table was equipped with straps. Angela did not like where this was headed. She tried to fight back but he was stronger than her and he was not injured. He shoved her back down on the table and strapped her arms to the table. She kicked out a foot at him and it landed directly in the center of his chest. He fell back and gasped for air. She still couldn't do much with her hands out of commission and he quickly grabbed her legs and got her under control. The next thing he did was strap them down as well.

"If you keep this up, I'll just go play with Officer Chen. She looks like she would be a fun time."

"No! No. Leave Officer Chen alone."

"Are you going to be a good girl?"

Angela couldn't even speak. She wanted to throw up. She just nodded her head.

"Good girl, Angel." he said as he started to slowly pop the buttons off her shirt. He was grinning evilly and and staring at her nearly exposed chest.

He leaned his head down over her, and ran his tongue from the nape of her neck to the top of her breast. He stared directly in her eyes as he gently pulled her black lacy bra down. She closed her eyes and tears ran down her cheeks. She didn't want him to see her. She really didn't want his hands on her. He smacked her in the face again.

"Don't you dare close your eyes."

His phone rang again. His face showed clear agitation. She looked at him but made sure she didn't shed another tear. He walked to the phone, where he had discarded the jacket on the floor. He answered the phone.

"Tell them I'm on my way."

Elijah put the phone in the jacket pocket and slid the jacket on his arms. He leaned down and licked the whole side of her cheek. She immediately cringed and squirmed away from his touch. He grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks. Bruises had already started forming on her face.

"I'll be back to play Angel. I have to go meet your friends."

He left the room and Angela started to break down. She knew what was coming. She looked over to see Lucy was still passed out and was thanking God for small miracles. She didn't want her best friend to see her this way. She had to protect Lucy at all costs. She knew Wesley already knew they were missing. He was going to find them. He was going to find her.