Chapter 1295
When Kevin got home, Alissa met him at the door, her face etched with worry. "Kevin, any luck?"
Kevin shook his head dejectedly. "No, nothing."
"Hey, try not to freak out," Alissa reassured him. "She probably just needed some air, some time to cool off. She can't have gone far. I'll go look again. You stay put and call me if you hear anything."
"Okay, Alissa. Want me to drive you?" Kevin glanced nervously at the dark street.
"Nah, I'm good," Alissa replied, a warm smile playing on her lips. She leaned in, kissed him softly on the cheek, and whispered, "Maybe when Audrey gets back, she'll have a new perspective. You can thank me later."
Kevin walked her to the corner, then returned to the living room, pacing restlessly. He tried Audrey's phone again, but it went straight to voicemail. He briefly considered the possibility she might have gone to his place.
Grabbing his jacket, he hurried out, his breath catching in his throat. He fumbled with his keys, his heart pounding with a flicker of hope. He pushed open the door, but the apartment was dark and silent. A wave of icy dread washed over him. Where could she be?
An hour earlier, Audrey had walked to the corner and headed towards a nearby 7-Eleven. It was 8 PM, the streetlights casting long shadows. The October air was crisp and cool, the streets relatively deserted.
As she walked, her anger began to dissipate. Maybe she had overreacted, been too sensitive to Alissa's teasing. Alissa had actually been a huge support, especially given their shared connection with Kevin. Talking to her, sharing their anxieties, had been a lifeline.
At the intersection, she heard footsteps behind her. Turning, she saw two men in sunglasses sprinting towards her. Panic seized her. She tried to run, but one of them clamped a hand over her mouth and dragged her towards a silver minivan parked at the curb. The van pulled away silently.
"Mmmpphh!" Audrey struggled, her mind racing. She'd been kidnapped before; this time, she forced herself to stay calm. When they finally released her mouth, she asked, her voice trembling, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Well, well, Audrey. Fancy meeting you here. You've kept me waiting," a voice from the passenger seat said, his eyes raking over her body, sending shivers down her spine.
"Quentin!" Audrey gasped, recognizing her former colleague. Quentin had a history of harassing her, had even almost assaulted her once. He'd been expelled for plagiarizing in a writing competition, and she hadn't seen him since. "What the hell are you doing?"
Quentin's lips curled into a wicked grin. "I want you, Audrey. I told you I'd have you, and I always keep my promises. Oh, and Vanessa too. Neither of you can escape me."
His laughter echoed in the van. The driver and the two men in the back remained silent. Audrey's stomach plummeted. "Quentin, are you insane? You'll go to jail! Let me go, and I won't call the cops."
"Audrey, darling, you're so naive. If I was worried about the cops, do you think I'd be doing this?" Quentin sneered, reaching for her face. She recoiled, but the two men held her fast. His fingers brushed her cheek, making her skin crawl.
"Your skin is so soft. Shame your husband's such a fool, leaving a beautiful wife like you all alone. Now you're all mine," he smirked, his fingers trailing down to her breasts, squeezing them hard. Audrey moaned in disgust and fear.
"Quentin, don't!" she warned, humiliation burning through her as his hands groped her. "I'd rather die than let you touch me. You're a disgusting pig." She spat in his face.
Quentin chuckled, unfazed. He licked his lips, savoring the spit. "So feisty. I wonder if your other juices taste as sweet. I'll have to find out. Oh, and I just got myself a new HD camera. I'm going to film our little session and send a copy to your hubby. And to your cousin Kevin. He likes to play games with me, does he? Let's see how he likes watching his precious cousin Audrey get fucked by another man."
A few days earlier, Quentin had approached Douglas and successfully flipped him. Douglas, eager to prove his loyalty, had revealed the locations of two of Jasper's safe houses. Though they missed Jasper, they'd captured several key members of the northern gang.
Levi, the current leader of the southern gang, was delighted with Quentin's success and promoted him to lieutenant, providing him with the van and two enforcers. He promised Quentin control of the northern gang's territory if he could deliver Jasper.
Flush with newfound power, Quentin had sought out Vanessa, hoping she would return to him. She'd rejected him, her scorn cutting him deep. Infuriated, he'd had her snatched. Then, consumed by a desire for revenge and control, he'd decided to take Audrey too, fantasizing about making these two teachers his personal sex slaves.
Audrey's heart sank. Quentin's descent into madness was terrifying. How could she possibly get out of this? Was this nightmare really happening?
The van sped through the night, Quentin's hand occasionally brushing her breasts and thighs, probing at her jeans. Thankfully, the denim was thick, offering some protection. She squirmed and struggled, but it only seemed to excite him further, like a predator toying with its prey. Audrey closed her eyes, trying to block him out, but her body betrayed her, tingling with a perverse mixture of fear and arousal.
Finally, the van lurched to a stop. The two men shoved a black hood over her head and pulled her out. Disoriented, she stumbled along, feeling the ground shift from asphalt to concrete, then down a flight of stairs. They stopped. The hood was ripped off, and bright lights momentarily blinded her.
As her vision cleared, she saw she was in a small, windowless concrete room, maybe 20 by 20. Two bunk beds with rumpled sheets occupied one corner, a table with some utensils another. The floor was littered with cardboard boxes and empty beer bottles. A single bare bulb glared overhead. The air was damp and musty – a basement.
The two men produced a length of thin black nylon rope. They yanked her arms behind her back, binding her wrists tightly. The rope bit into her skin, pushing her breasts together, the prominent mounds straining against her t-shirt. Her vulnerability was agonizing.
They tied her to the bed frame, then left, leaving her alone with Quentin.
"Quentin, I know you resent me, but what good will this do you?" Audrey fought to keep her voice steady. During the drive, she'd assessed the situation. The other two men clearly deferred to Quentin. If she could reason with him, she might have a chance. She chose her words carefully. "About the writing competition… I wasn't trying to get you in trouble. I didn't expect things to go that far. It wasn't my fault."
"Oh really?" Quentin said, a flicker of something in his eyes. He lit a cigarette, taking a long drag.
Audrey felt a sliver of hope. If he wasn't completely unhinged, if she could appeal to his sense of reason… He wasn't a hardened criminal, after all. She softened her voice further. "Quentin, I think the school overreacted, expelling you like that. Tell you what, when term starts, I'll talk to Mr. Jones. I'll tell him you weren't involved, that it was all a misunderstanding. I'll get him to reinstate you. If you think I was wrong, I'll even resign as homeroom teacher and let you take over. How about that?"
"So, you admit it was your fault, Audrey?" Quentin exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze lingering on her bound form. Her figure was already voluptuous, and the ropes, cinching her breasts together, only amplified her curves, making them even more enticing.
"Yes, of course, it wasn't your fault. I shouldn't have… overreacted," Audrey lied, biting her lip. She had to play along, appease him.
"Good," Quentin smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Then apologize. If you're truly sorry, I might consider letting you go."
Audrey hesitated, then murmured, "Quentin, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I'm begging you."
Quentin's laughter boomed through the room, a sound of pure, vengeful satisfaction. He wasn't letting her go. Tonight, he would have her completely, fill every orifice with his seed, make her his plaything.
He sauntered over to the bed, reaching out to fondle her breasts through her shirt, kneading the firm flesh roughly. "Audrey," he purred, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "Mistakes have consequences. And tonight, you're going to pay."
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