“And now you will pay for trying—”
His voice was cut short as her knee smashed up into his testicles, the sudden sharp pain making his entire body seem too heavy to fight gravity as he tried to back away, his feet managing two small steps before everything simply collapsed.
“Try to get it up now you fucking pervert!” Megan screamed.
Jimmy heard but didn’t really register the words, his mind only able to focus on one thing, and that being the strange hollow sensation that encased his groin region.
On the other side Samantha was sobbing uncontrollably.
Jimmy lay on the ground for a long time.
Slowly the sharp pain fizzled into a dull throb, one which was unpleasant but manageable. The hollow numbness faded as well, but didn’t go away completely.
He tried to get up, but his legs were barely able to support his weight, and his stomach turned over.
Thankfully he hadn’t really eaten much so nothing came up.
He stayed on his knees for nearly a minute, his hands palm down on the cold concrete floor helping to support his weight.
A few feet away Megan continued to taunt him.
Fear crept into her head as she watched Jimmy struggling on the floor, one that competed with the enormous amount of satisfaction kneeing him in the balls had produced. Fear of both him and the fact that her father might not have heard enough to come rescue her.
Please come, her mind begged. Please come before he gets up and hurts me.
Kneeing Jimmy in the groin had been completely involuntary, and was something she would have done to any guy who grabbed her like that. Now, however, a part of her wished she hadn’t done it simply because she knew it had created a pain debt that Jimmy would make her pay. At the same time she knew he would do tons of horrible things to her, so hurting him wouldn’t really matter much. Fighting back was also better than lying down and letting him do whatever the hell he wanted with her.
Still, she worried what the consequences of the knee strike would be, her eyes looking at Samantha while thinking about this.
Her friend whimpered on the floor like a frightened dog, one which feared daily beatings from its owner for stupid infractions.
I will not become like that.
I will not openly show fear.
It took several minutes, but eventually Jimmy did manage to stand up and move around, his legs still weak yet finally able to support his weight once again.
Anger filled the void as the pain started to leave, but for the moment he held it in check because he knew he needed to see if Megan’s call had accomplished anything, or if he had broken the connection in time.
What if the police are swarming the Hood place?
Jimmy had no idea what his actions would be, but did know one thing; Megan would not live to see the results of her call. No. If it became apparent that he would not leave the Hood place on his own accord then the last moments of his freedom would be spent killing Megan, his hands working as slowly as the lawmen up above allowed him to work.
“What’s the matter?” Megan taunted. “You gonna go home and cry to mommy?”
Jimmy did not reply, though the words did anger him, and continued toward the door. Once on the stairs of the fallout shelter he crept up slowly until his body was pressed against the trapdoor, his hand slowly lifting it so that he would not give away his position if anyone were around.
The area above was silent. Nothing seemed to be stirring around the Hood place.
That doesn’t mean they aren’t on their way.
Jimmy hesitated.
If he went home now he could get a running start if they discovered he was responsible for the two girls. At the same time he doubted he would actually be able to get away, and wondered if it would be better to just stay in the shelter and take all the pleasure he could get from the girls before being locked up.
I should have brought the gun.
With the gun he could hold the police off for a long time, especially if they knew the two girls were down here, his body enjoying them for as long as the food and water supply held out. Things would get pretty nasty after a while, especially without any bathroom facilities, but it would be worth it.
The thought caused the start of an erection, one which hurt like hell yet still felt somewhat pleasurable. It was an odd combination.
Minutes came and went and still nothing stirred, the only sound being a car that drove by on the road, one which seemed to be going the normal speed for cars taking the wooded turn — forty to fifty miles despite the speed limit sign stating twenty five.
Jimmy checked his phone a few times, his mind deciding that if no one came around by eight o’clock it probably meant he was in the clear.
Unless they are at your house.
Shit. Megan had shouted his name before the Hood place, which meant they might know it was him but not where he had them.
Do I have anything at home that could point them in this direction?
Jimmy thought back but knew the only thing he had ever brought back from the Hood place was the gun he had found, one which had been left inside the fallout shelter, the Hood family having probably forgotten it given how many guns they possessed and grabbed while fleeing.
The bondage videos.
Nothing he owned was illegal, but if the police found the tapes they might grow incredibly suspicious of him. Then again, even without the tapes just the fact that Megan had said his name might make them suspicious as well.
Fuck!
He had no idea what to do. A part of him wanted to ride home and get rid of the tapes, that is, if the sheriff wasn’t already there waiting for him. Another part wanted to stay here and take out his anger on Megan.
Don’t be stupid, you can take out the anger any time.
This was true.
He looked at his phone again. It wasn’t quite eight o’clock yet but he had a feeling nothing was going to happen here, and quickly headed back into the fallout shelter. Five minutes later he was back on the surface of the Hood place unhooking his bike from the tree he had chained it to, a chain which he had found in the garage at home and used a padlock to secure. Brett and his friends would need bolt cutters to get at his bike, and he doubted they carried them.
Once free he hopped up onto the bike, and then quickly jumped off with a curse, his mind having not even given any thought to how painful the seat would be to his swollen testicles.
He tried again a minute later once things cooled off, his movements much slower this time. The pain was still there, but it was manageable.
Megan found herself struggling for breath minutes after Jimmy left, her lungs feeling as if her breasts and ribcage were squeezing them to the point where they couldn’t expand. Her wrists also screamed in agony. In fact, they had been screaming since the moment Jimmy had pulled her off her feet, feet that were now desperately trying to find the ground.
Samantha was hanging too, though she didn’t struggle, the tears streaming down her face the only sign that she was suffering as well.
Oh God make it stop!
Megan couldn’t take it. Her entire body hurt. Jimmy hadn’t even done anything to her after pulling her off the ground, yet it felt like she was experiencing the worst punishment ever.
And his words as he was leaving promised worse to come when he returned. What could be worse than this?
“Ughhhh!” she moaned while trying to touch the ground. Her feet couldn’t even get close. It was only about five inches below her, yet might as well have been a mile.