“So you got that boyfriend of yours to destroy my tapes? Well, don’t worry, sweetheart, I have back up…that is unless….” he drifted off.
“What Scott? What do you want from me?” I asked, trying to keep my frantic feelings at bay and put up a strong front.
“You know what I want, Vicky…we could be so good together… I would love to bring you to bed again. I heard there are some fun toys in room three…how about we go check it out…” he said, taking my arm into a tight grip.
“Why me Scott?” I ask persistently, hoping to buy time.
“Because I like to break people, Vicky, and you remind me of sweet retribution…that is what the BDSM world is about. Breaking you and making you feel pain. And you, Jenny, break like I’ve never seen before. Your willingness to let me beat you until you were bleeding, the way you threw up on my bed, Jenny, you don’t know what it did to me,” he responded and I was completely baffled how he went from calling me Vicky to calling me Jenny. Who the hell was Jenny and what had she done to this man to make him want to hurt women this way? This place was crawling with people. I could scream for help and they would all come running to my assistance but how would that stop this scumbag from selling the sex video? Or even worse, he could show it to Bryce.
A moment later, Luc came barreling out of the room and the redhead followed him out, only she looked irritated as she made her way down the long staircase not even saying good-bye to him. Luc hadn’t seen me standing off to the side and he stood and watched as the redhead walked away from him without a good-bye or thank you. I wondered if he went through with fucking her. The thought sent bile into my throat.
Luc’s eyes roamed up and down the hallway… was he looking for me? Would he notice Scott taking me, in time?
With my arm firmly in Scott’s grasp, he guided me into the last bedroom. I was unable to turn around and see if Luc noticed him taking me, or if he was still watching the damn redhead descend the staircase. Scott guided me into the third room. It had red lighting and people using floggers and some other toys. I guess this was a lighter version of his red room.
“To the bed,” he ordered, releasing my arm. I walked over to the bed as my heart sped rapidly in my chest. There were two other couples in the room. Clearly he couldn’t beat the shit out of me with them here. One of the couples was a woman dominant ordering a man around and the other was a man ordering a woman to bark at his feet.
“Lie back, Jenny, now,” Scott ordered, pulling me from my daze. He had clearly lost it. Maybe he was having some illusion that I was somebody else; somebody that he wanted to rip apart and maim. Visions of being bound in shackles while he beat me plagued my mind and I tried to focus on the present. He walked over to a side table and picked up a pair of handcuffs and a condom. I felt sweat breaking out on my skin. It was too hot in here; I couldn’t breath. I wanted to run and hide but I knew I couldn’t. I remembered his face contorting to something evil as he fucked my ass. I remembered how hard it was to go to the washroom for weeks, how scary a life necessity became for me.
“I’m glad you’ve decided to obey, Jenny, you’re a stupid cunt for screwing me over,” he smiled with that same devilish spark in his dark eyes. He placed the handcuffs over my wrists and suddenly I was plummeted back in time two years. Lost in a pool of pain. I wanted to die. I wished he would put me out of my misery. I remembered rushing home to Mama broken and battered, only to find out that she had died before I could make it back to her. Tears squirted out of my eyes as I relived the pain of not being able to say good-bye. I was drowning in the past that I didn’t even know what was happening now in the present. I sobbed silently and then I was brought back to the present by a SMACK. Only it was not as bad as I thought. With my face pressed into the mattress he whipped me again. SMACK. The flogger doesn’t have the same bite as I remembered the cane. I tried to breathe, only my chest felt too tight. Maybe he was going easy on me because there were people in the room. Every nerve ending was on standby to run as the flogger made contact with my back again. SMACK. My heart rate was erratic. I needed to flee; I needed to get away from this mad man. Only fear had me frozen in my spot. Then SMACK. This was too much. I knew he wasn’t drawing blood but it was still painful now that he was hitting the same spot over and over. The sound of the flogger making contact with my skin pushed me into the deep hole I was in two years ago. I was spiraling, falling….
“You motherfucker, step away from her,” I heard Luc’s voice, but I didn’t know if I was dreaming. Maybe I was dreaming that he would save me again. He was my knight in shining armor. He had been watching over me since I came to New York and I pushed him away. Now loud sobs were coming from me, I was pretty sure I could hear them. With my face still buried in the mattress it was hard to breathe but I still couldn’t move.
“You think you are a big man LeBaum?” I could hear Scott’s voice goading Luc.
“You don’t want to fuck with me, Scott. Right now, I will take care of Vicky…” he said, then I felt strong hands pick me up and turn me over. It was Luc. He was here. I wasn’t imagining it. His green eyes looked pained and full of emotion. I still had a hard time breathing as warm tears ran down my cheeks. Luc released my hands from the cuffs.
“One minute, Vicky, I need to get rid of him,” he whispered to me softly. I heard him but I was too worked up to give an answer.
Luc left me sitting on the bed shaking like a leaf as he turned his attention back to Scott.
He stalked over to him and held him with one hand by the neck. Scott’s face was a burning inferno. “If you fuck with me or Vicky ever again, I will torture you and stuff you in a body bag before throwing you off the Brooklyn Bridge. And if you so much as leak even a second of any video of Vicky, I will track you down and kill you with my own hands. Am I clear?” he asked with his thick choppy accent.
Scott's face reddened as he used his hands to try and unclasp the grip Luc had on him with only one hand. I never thought that Luc was dark and dangerous, but listening to him threaten Scott who was a tall and a built man himself, I knew that not even he would be a match for Luc’s strength. A mix of pride and worry burst through my anxious state. I was glad to have Luc on my side, even though I realized that he was the trained killer he warned me about.
In that moment, a rush of people entered the room and turned the lights on. A man wearing a suit came up behind Luc and pulled him off of Scott. Scott fell forward gasping for air. Good asshole, now you know what it feels like.
Luc shrugged the other large guy off him. “Mr. Lebaum, what is the problem?” the man in the suit asked.
“I would like this man removed from my home. I don’t think he should be allowed to attend future parties. I will make a report later,” Luc ordered the other man. He must be in charge or something. Luc walked back over to the bed. “Vicky, I need to make sure he’s leaving and then I will come back for you,” he said, gently running his thumb across my cheek and swiping away my tears. I nodded my head. I couldn’t speak.
“Nevermind, LeBaum, I’m leaving…” Scott huffed, picking himself up and walking out of the bedroom.
“I got this…” the big man in the suit said. “You take care of the lady. Ma’am, if you would like to file a report let me know. I organize the parties and I don’t put up with anyone that exhibits foul behavior,” he said nodding his head.
“I got this, Big Key, just make sure the asshole leaves,” Luc responded with his choppy accent. He was more than angry. A small group gathered at the door of the bedroom, followed by random people walking up to me and asking me if I was all right. One of the girls brought me a glass of cold water from the bathroom and I sipped it slowly.
With one swift movement, Luc lifted me in his strong arms as he walked me effortlessly toward the master bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, he kicked the door shut as he walked over to his bed and lay down against the headboard while cradling me in his arms. I buried my head on his chest, taking in his scent. He rubbed my back. “Are you okay, Vicky? What did he do to you?” his voice was soft and soothing but I couldn’t answer him. He didn’t push for an answer. He just continued to rub my back. My earlier panic subsided and I was left feeling spent and defeated. What if Luc hadn’t come to me in time, that asshole would have raped me again, while I lay there completely useless to myself.