CHAPTER XXXII
"See ..... I did not let you down ....." hissed the voice from the darkness.
"What have we done ..?!" whimpered Bobby
"I am doing my part ..... and she lives ........ now you must continue to do yourssssss"
"She lives ..... you swear ....?" Bobby pleaded.
"It was our bargain ......" the ominous voice said as it faded away.
"Bobby ..." said a new voice warmly.
"Wha ...." groaned Bobby.
"Bobby ...." replied the voice more strongly.
Bobby flinched, his eyes snapping open in an instant, the momentary confusion of not understanding where he was was evident in his reaction.
"Bobby .....are you okay ? Did you stay at the office all weekend ?" Gina, his personal assistant asked with disbelief.
"Oh ..... wow ... what time is it .......?" Bobby replied as he begun to make sense of his surroundings.
"Its eight thirty .... Ive sent someone to fetch you up some breakfast .... " Gina continued.
Bobby's eyes protested at the daylight a moment and then noticed the suit carry bag draped over Gina's arm which she hooked up on the coat stand in the corner of his office.
"I thought you would want your emergency suit .... the press seem to be gathering even more after what happened this morning ...." Gina continued as she checked on the progress of the coffee she had begun to make in the peculator.
"This morning ...... has something happened to my sister .....?" Bobby asked, he was confused.
"No , the markets... I think they've forgotten your sister for now ....." Gina replied "I'll make sure the restroom is kept clear so you can clean up ..."
"The markets ..... oh .......... ok ......thank you Gina ..." Bobby said as he finally rose to his feet. He must of fallen asleep as he had watched the trading day begin in the far east and now here he was starting a new week.
Bobby wondered what had happened while he had been sleeping and glanced around for the TV remote which had become jammed into the folds of leather of his office sofa. Bobby freed the remote from its trap and hit the red button that summonsed the TV to life.
The news ticker ran along the foot of the screen as the muted news anchor spoke, images of stock market screens ran blood red in the background before a Dollar Yen exchange rate graph appeared.
"Jeezus Fucking Christ ....." Bobby said as he felt the hair on his arms stand on end. He rubbed his eyes and looked again to confirm what he had seen.
"GINA !!!!"
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Lucy's eyes fluttered open to be greeted by the stabbing pain of the morning light, her hands instinctively raising to soothe her sore ......
CHINK
Lucy's hands were snatched back from their movement by the handcuffs that bound them together and ...
"Oh ... that ..." groaned Lucy as she tried to reassemble the pieces of the memory jigsaw puzzle circling her shattered mind.
"That's right .... I was drugged ...." Lucy recalled as she began to kick off the bedding from around her revealing her mostly naked body.
Glancing at her wrists she sized up the restraints, these were good solid cuffs, the prisoner restraint belt was good quality too, she should know, she used it on Lisa one time but now the tables had turned.
Lucy's cheeks bulged a moment as she probed the inside of her mouth with her tongue looking for picks she often hid there when she was facing trouble but they weren't there.
"Fuck ..." she exclaimed as she resumed her search of her own body. Twisting herself she checked behind her knees in the joint of her leg .... gone....between her cleavage ..... gone.
Frustratingly she was encountering the little flecks of skin coloured latex she had used to paint the picks down to her skin yet the picks were gone, Lisa had found them all. In that moment her heart began to race as she realised she truly was trapped, then she felt that excited sensation below.
Lucy flopped back against the bed, Lisa didn't appear to be there in the apartment now and she was naked and restrained ....
"Fuck it ..." she said resigned to her fate, she might as well enjoy what was to come.
Her restrained wrists drifted down between her legs and she closed her eyes as she began to tease herself, imagining what wickedness was coming her way.
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Kara focused one eye the undulating water far below, the white crests firmly slapping into the support columns of the oil rig causing wisps of foam to break away and drift off on the wind.
Kara was layed out on the metal grating floor with a blanket beneath her body which was partially wrapped around her although Kimberly had kept her work area free, Kara's back. Kimberly had worked relentlessly without a break even as her prisoner had escaped into a exhaustion induced sleep every now and then.
The hum of the wicked tool confirmed the ongoing pain was still being delivered as Kimberly added more touches to her artwork before finally with a click the machine stopped. Kimberly cocked her head as she took in the sight of the finished section which ran the width of Kara's shoulders to the line above her toned buttocks.
Kimberly's dark and soulful eyes took in the image trying to make sense of what she had created. When she had been working it had been in an almost trance like state and only now was she able to see what she had been drawing. A lazy tear ran from one eye as Kimberly began to decipher the message in the ink covered flesh and she did nothing to stop the tear as it progressed down her cheek before it fell onto Kara's back.
Kara felt the small splash of water land on her body, then after a short pause another landed.
"Are ..... are you done ?" Kara asked, daring to take the risk.
"This part ....... yes .......later I will do more." Kimberly said with difficulty.
Kara wondered what was going to happen next but she hoped to be able to at least re-engage with Kimberly somehow in order to escape, or at least delay until rescue, assuming rescue was coming.
"May .. May I see it .....?" Kara blurted. Kara was in a lot of pain, her back was a raging fire but she fought to put it out of her mind, complaining to her tormentor put up walls, showing interest might tear those same walls down.
"What ?" Kimberly said with surprise.
"May I see what you have drawn ....." Kara ventured. She sensed the surprise in Kimberly's voice and anything that took her off guard might open new avenues of opportunity.
Kimberly was surprised by the superheroines' request. None of her victims had ever shown interest in what she had drawn but this one did. Oh how their screams had driven her to despair but this one was so different.
"Yes ... if you want...." Kimberly rose to her feet and sought out the tablet computer that had been given to her on her journey from her former prison to this new place of her brothers' choosing.
Kara sensed Kimberly's footsteps through the metal grated floor and could tell her mood was calm, peaceful, much different from her enraged pacing before she received the wicked hosing down with water.
Kimberly returned and stooped down over the prone heroine before firing off several photos of her work before placing the tablet down by Kara's face. Kara's eyes focused on the object placed in front of her and gathered her arms close to her body to push herself onto her knees.
The wretched looking Kara, her tangled hair over her shoulder huddled in the blanket and examined the first picture while the powerful set woman stood over her, gauging her reaction to seeing her own tormented flesh.
With her fingertips Kara manipulated the image until she could make sense of what she could see. Her hand ached with the bruised tender sensation caused by the metal eyebolt driven through her wrist. Kara was Shocked to see her back was almost entirely covered with ink, the image was composed of various shades and her natural skin tone was none of them. There was a person in shadow on their knees in the center of a small ring, large sinister and shadowy faces surrounding them.
"Who is that ......in the middle....." Kara asked as she stared intently at the figure.
"It is me ...." Kimberly replied
"And the others ........." Kara asked as she glanced up. She winced as she moved feeling the burning of her flesh more intently than ever.
"Those that judge me ......." Kimberly replied ....."For the things they think I did ....."
"But aren't you doing the same things now ? To me ?" Kara was confused by the odd disassociation Kimberly had with her actions.
Kimberly glanced at the shredded heroine's costume and saw the hacked up "S".
"You cant help but judge ..... it is in your blood ....... I am going to rest, you should do the same ..... we will continue again soon." Kimberly growled as she turned away.
Kara gripped the tablet firmly as she saw Kimberly walk away, perhaps she could use it to help herself escape.