Reminder of mature themes. This chapter contains violence, and not just the physical type of violence. Read at your own discretion.
From my front seat, I watched him drag the police officers into my house using the back of their collars. One hand carrying each person, making me amazed at how strong he was. The male policemen couldn't be light. Their muscle bulk was pretty obvious through their uniform.
My police contact - and here I should start calling her by her name, Jessica, she wasn't light either, and yet he carried her in one arm as if she were a newborn chick.
Finally, it was my turn. I was carried naked through the storm, but at the front porch, rather than carry me inside, I was tied to a bit of railing by the front door step by a piece of rope he must have put there earlier.
He left me out to shiver and shake in the storm, not only from the cold but from the storm as well.
The air around me suddenly grew an electric blue and white and all the hairs on my body stood up. There was a bright flash and then an explosive booming that concussed me. The lightning hadn't struck me but something else very close to me. So close that I didn't dare to open my eyes to see what it was.
I'd have thought that the storm would have left the area by now, but instead, it was back. It had surrounded me with an oppressive, stifling sensation despite all the wind and rain. Curled up in a ball, from behind my eyes, I saw the bright flashes of lightning, could feel the static charges on my skin and hairs prickling, feel the vibration of the booms as lightning seemed to keep falling around me. Locking me in a cage.
I had been deafened by the repeating thunder rippling the air all around me. All I could hear was the high pitched tinnitus ringing in my ears. I didn't want to open my eyes. Didn't want to see what was happening.
It felt like I was left out in the raging storm for an age, caged by thunder and lightning.
When I was finally carried inside, I burrowed into the man's warm arms. Being with him was better than being outside in the storm, caged by the lightning. Besides, his body was warm while I was freezing.
Once inside, the doors were shut and locked, blocking the storm outside. When I finally dared to open my eyes to peek around my house, what I saw filled me with dismay. All the police officers' clothes had been removed and thrown into a pile.
Their naked bodies had been tied down to kitchen chairs using various items. Kitchen twine and sticky tape, mostly. They had been gagged with tea towels and more sticky tape.
The lounge had been rearranged and all the food had long been cleaned away. On the TV, the movie Psycho was playing, the music adding to the tension in the room as the police officers were slowly waking up to find themselves in a predicament.
The police officers' eyes winced with pain and then looked about, the seniors with practiced calm. The younger ones with barely concealed panic. Jessica caught sight of me huddled in a ball in the man's arms. Her eyes were filled with alarm and frustration.
I felt lips moving by my ear but couldn't hear what was said.
Fingers pinched my ears and pulled them, making me look full into the handsome man's rugged features. His mouth moved again. If I hadn't been looking at him, I wouldn't have known he had just spoken.
I was put down on the floor where I curled into a ball. The man crouched down and two big hands clapped over my ears. I felt a zap of electricity jolt through my head and particularly my ears, making me suddenly feel dizzy and fall. But the silent ringing in my ears was interrupted by another ungodly clap of thunder that made me shriek and cower.
Sound had returned to the world. It felt too loud. What had he done? How had he done that?
By the time I had managed to register all the sounds and adjust to the intensity of it all, I found that I had been draped over the kitchen bench and was being well and truly screwed in front of the police officers with a fist in my hair. It hurt. I was dry and every movement felt like being torn apart. It burned.
"Naughty girl," said the man in my ear. "I have to make sure I punish you properly. And these visitors. I have to also punish them for interrupting my special time alone with you this morning. It looks like these gentlemen and gentlewomen all recognise me. It makes things easier."
If the police all recognised, knew and feared him, that meant the man was a known felon. A dangerous criminal. One that had been evading them for a long time. Or was there more?
"I don't want to hurt you or get entangled with the Establishment," the man told the police in a mild voice. "I only wanted my girl. Unfortunately, you lot keep getting in the way and my girl keep pushing the boundaries. So I have to teach you all a lesson. Also, unfortunately, my dear students, you've all seen my face now. Do you know what that means?"
All the police officers quaked in their chairs.
"But then because of you lot, I have also been caught on a few security camera devices. Some of those are cloud based recorders. What a pity. What do you think I should do?"
He gave an extra vicious thrust that made me feel like I was being impaled by a stake. It made me cry out in pain. I could barely breathe. All the air was being rammed out of me.
"Should I kill all the witnesses and the owners of the security cameras, use their owners to gain access to the footage and delete it all? Or should I leave it and take my girl out into the wild and let your people hunt me down? Will the detectives be any less ruthless if I don't take lives?"
The man finished in me, allowing me to sink down to the ground, gasping for air and trying to come to grips with what was going on. My mind was not entirely present. Everything was so vague and blurry. He untied Jessica, giving her a gentle smile.
"My favourite, star student. Who would have thought it was really you I've been messaging on the phone using my girl's mobile phone? I knew I should meet you, but was such a lovely surprise. Come. Bend over. You know what is expected of you."
Jessica trembled with fear and began to bend over but then in the next moment, attacked. In a flash, she had been pressed to the ground and the man was on her, in her, while she screamed. Blood frothed and trickled down her legs.
"My good student. You listened to me and even kept your first time for me. How good you are. How wet you are. I suppose all those special lessons in the past weren't without result. It seems like you're enjoying this," the man laughed, while Jessica continued to scream and squeal, fighting but failing to break free from his greater strength. When he was done with her, he tied her four limbs down onto the coffee table while she sobbed and choked on her gag.
He released a male officer next. The man tried to attack him as well, but was just as easily subdued. To everyone's horror, forcing him to look at Jessica, with a bit of patting and stroking, the male officer's thing rose. The man just laughed and manhandled the reluctant officer onto Jessica.
"You've had a crush on her since the academy, right? Now's your chance. You can have her and take her as many times as you like," the man chuckled thing the male officer down onto Jessica. "I'll even let the two of you kiss."
The man helped the male officer enter Jessica who looked away with a grunt, gritting her teeth. Their gags were removed and the two heads were forced to lock together, before the man tied them in place.
"Two star students getting together. I should do something to celebrate," the man smiled, picking me up from the ground and lying me on top of the bound couple on the coffee table.
Lifting my legs, the man filled me again, making me gasp and groan. I still hadn't been ready. Wasn't even wet. Him doing me like this while I was still so dry was painful. It felt like he was going to rip me apart. Seeing my pained expression, the man pulled out, left to find something and then squeezed something out to lather himself with. And then he plunged in again.
This time it wasn't so painful. Just intense and hard to breathe. I felt and heard the police officers beneath me straining against my weight and his force, but they couldn't help grunting when the male officer was being forced deeper into Jessica. At one point, I even felt the trembling shudders of one of them coming.
The man on me laughed. It was such a normal and casual laugh. He left me lying on top of the two police officers, pulling out without finishing, turning to look at the remaining two police officers tied to chairs.
"Your turn," he told them with a wicked grin.
I carefully rolled off the two partners on the coffee table and began surreptitiously trying to untie the knots holding them down when a fist in my hair stopped me.
"Little girl, you really do like being sneaky, don't you? After all this time, you still haven't learnt your lesson?"
I swallowed hard.
"Be good and sit tight," he told me in a light tone. "Before you let them loose, both of them need to have come at least once. I want my star students to really enjoy the moment. I want to see them kissing with tongue action. I want them to know that even after graduation, I still own them. It's such a pity I'm going to have to kill them."
The tight grip in my hair was released and I clutched at the burning pain on my scalp.
"Go and put their clothes in the washing machine. Use the tumble drier afterwards. I want their clothes ready, clean and dry for dressing them later when everything is done."
Bowing my head, I covered myself and shuffled over to the big pile of wet clothes, carrying them away to the laundry. In the laundry, I heard the crackle of a radio asking for a status report. I fumbled through the clothes and pressed the button to talk, trying to keep my voice down. In a rush, I told the person on the other side of the radio the most pertinent points. The police officers had been captured and were being tortured. They were going to be killed because they recognised the man.
A hand in my hair made me scream into the radio and drop it.
"I knew you'd do something like this," the man looked down into my grimacing face. "Little girl, this is your last warning."
He watched me pull out the radios and other things in the pockets of the uniforms, sliding them across the floor into a distant corner. Releasing me, he returned to the lounge where I soon heard cries of pain and screaming. I focussed on doing the laundry and tried to ignore the crackling radios and the voices trying to get into contact with their team members.
The laundry door was closed.
"Stay here," the man told me. "Don't come out."
But I could smell the strong stench of blood and whimpering coming from the lounge. It made me shudder with fear. My chest felt so stifled.
I put the bras into bra baskets to protect them as I would do with my own, putting the other delicates into a laundry bag. Carefully, I measured out the laundry powder and accidentally shook some onto the ground and all over the place. I was so scared. My hands wouldn't work properly.
Once the wash cycle had started, I glanced at the police radios and thought of how else I could communicate without talking and without making the man suspicious. I had taught myself morse code once. I wasn't very proficient in it, but it should be enough to get a short message out. What message should I use though? Had the police heard anything earlier?
With my indecisiveness, it took me a long time to figure out what sort of a message to send. While I was thinking, I used the laundry sink to clean myself and the cold fluids still sliding down my legs. In the end, I used the radio to tap out two SOS messages before I quickly returned the radio to the pile. I didn't dare. I really didn't dare go against the scary intruder who may have once been an instructor in the police academy. Maybe once been a high ranking policeman himself with a reputation.
After a moment's thought, I tapped out, 'ex-policeman very dangerous' into the radio. I didn't hear any replies or voices come through the radios anymore after that. In a dreamy manner, I hugged my knees and watched the circling motion of the clothes in the washing machine. Swirling and tumbling. Sloshing and tumbling. My mind drifted off and away to who knew where.
There were flashes of smells, coloured lights and a streamer. Clouds and fog and silent stillness. Sounds that cut in and out and an old radio song playing in the distance.
There washing machine's chiming to tell me the cycle was finished woke me out of the strange daydream I had fallen into. Stiffly, I uncurled myself and got to work moving the clothes from washing machine to tumble drier. Starting the drying cycle, I huddled beside the window to watch the wind and rain, the lightning flash and time go by.
I was found there, having fallen asleep by the intruder man a while later. He picked me up, wrapped me in a blanket and cradled me in his arms, resting a brief kiss onto my forehead. He refused to let me look around, but pressed my face into his body, carrying me into the kitchen and sitting me on a chair with my back to the lounge.
"Don't look around," the man told me when he saw me fidgeting. He gave me a gentle tap on the forehead. "Are you feeling guilty? Did you still talk to people on the radio when I had already told you not to?"
I gave a stiff shake of my head.
"Good girl. Then you can just sit and relax. Don't worry about anybody or any other thing for the moment. I put the lamb roast in but it won't be ready for a few hours. We probably have about that long before their colleagues might decide to brave the storm to come and find us. We may as well cook ourselves a good meal to go. You stay here and cook. I'm going to start packing your things. We have a long trip ahead of us."
I stood there staring at him.
"Why, little girl? What's wrong?"
"You're so handsome," I whispered. "Why don't you like anyone to see your face? Is it because you're evil?"
The man laughed and hugged me, not seeming at all put off by my genuine question that could easily be taken as an insult.
"Evil depends on how you define it. There are more than two sides to a coin. Be good. Stay here and cook something to go. Also pack anything that can be taken away. We'll be leaving in a hurry later. The moment the lamb roast is done, most likely."