Chapter 8
Lucky
The days went by in a blur. Natalia showed up to bathe me with a wet cloth and to feed me. My meals consisted of slop, mostly mushy food like oatmeal and ramen noodles. It was only enough to keep me alive. My drinks were laced with Viagra, or something like it, and when I tried to resist drinking it, one of the big guys would come in and force it down my throat with a funnel while his buddy would put a razor blade beneath my fingernail and push. I always drank.
After each meal, I was forced to fuck. Women came and went. It was a revolving door of beautiful ladies, the kinds of girls I’d dream about in a normal situation, but chained to a bed and unable to leave, it was a nightmare. The first time someone other than Natalia came to see me, I grew excited. I thought maybe I could talk the beautiful Asian woman into freeing me. Instead, she shoved a dirty rag in my mouth and had one of the big guys who guarded my door duct tape it there. As soon as she took her robe off, and began stroking my cock, I was hard. Even without the enhancer, I might have been. She was gorgeous. A jade dragon tattoo stretched from her left armpit all the way down to her ass. She straddled me on the mattress, and I watched as my cock disappeared inside her. She didn’t stop even when I came. She wanted to make sure she soaked it all up.
The next time, it was a black woman named Leona. She was even prettier than the Asian woman and had her nipples pierced. She promised not to gag me if I promised to say her name as she fucked me. I did and in the end, I asked her to come back again. She was nice to me, and I needed that.
Bianca from next door visited me. She was a near platinum-haired blonde with big, full lips. It was easy to see how she’d lured Kong in.
Elena, the brunette from the bar stopped by too. She was ice cold and liked to hurt me as she fucked me. Her instrument of choice, a small scalpel she pulled out of a case beneath my bed. The first slice across my chest had me screaming in agony. The second one too. At some point, I nearly passed out, and she stopped the cutting. She visited me twice, and the second time she brought electrified nipple clamps. After that, I prayed to God she’d never come back.
Natalia fucked me at least once a day, usually in the afternoon. She liked to sit naked in front of me and wait for the hard-on enhancer from my Gatorade to kick in while she played the viola. Watching her tits twitch with each violent jerk of her bow took me back to the first time I saw her play. Back then, when I wanted so badly to get to know her. Back when she had me captivated by her music and yearning for her kiss. It seemed like ages ago.
I’ve heard of Stockholm Syndrome and the relationship that sometimes forms between the captor and the captee, so maybe it was something similar to that. I don’t know how long that takes to happen or even how long I’d been chained to the bed, but I’d begun to look forward to Natalia’s visits. With her, at least I wasn’t alone, and with her I could pretend it was all part of our relationship, as I was guaranteed to never escape this hell. So, I learned to live with it.
Anya visited me only once, and it was the first time I regained an ounce of hope. She stepped into my room cautiously, as if sneaking in. When she saw me, her mouth opened in shock and awe.
“What’s going on here?” she asked.
“Anya, please, help me get out of here,” I begged. “It’s Natalia…she’s gone…she did this to me.”
She stepped closer to the bed and looked down at my naked body, concern written all over her face.
“Where are the keys?” she said. “We have to hurry. There’s a big guy out there sleeping.”
I didn’t know where the keys were.
“Look around,” I told her. “Maybe they’re in here somewhere.”
She looked down at my cock and reached out to touch me, which I thought was weird given the situation.
“You’re kind of raw,” she said as she gently touched my cock.
“I am,” I said. “They’ve been taking advantage of me since I got here. Please…help me.”
She snickered and the same blank face Natalia donned when she entered my room came over Anya. She’d been fucking with me. She had no intention of helping me.
“You’re a nice girl. I know you,” I said frantically. “You’re not like this. You can help me get out of here and I won’t say a word. It could be our secret.”
She walked to the end of my bed and bent over. Her dress lifted up and I saw she wasn’t wearing any panties. The cleft between her pussy lips told me she wasn’t going to rescue me. She was there for the same reason as the others. She stood back up and brought over a bottle of lotion. She slathered it all over me and rubbed it in gently.
“Don’t do this,” I said. “Natalia is your cousin. You know I loved her. Help me.”
She laughed.
“We’re not cousins, moron,” she said. “We’re coworkers. And I was eating her pussy long before you were. So, lie back and shut the fuck up so we can get this over with. Besides, I’ve seen the way you look at me and it’s pretty clear you’ve been wanting me for a while.”
With that, she hiked up her dress, squatted down on my bed with her feet to each side of me, and sat on my cock. Her mouth opened in pure ecstasy and she laughed through it. Whether I wanted to or not, I fucked Anya, and she rode me like I was the best cock she’d ever had.
When she finished, she climbed off me, adjusted her dress, and strolled out of the room with my cum running down her leg.
“You know,” she told me. “The first girl to get pregnant gets a year off work. A year in the Diablo Snuff tower is a year of constant comfort. Imagine it, relaxing poolside, being pampered, hot young studs to eat your pussy or fuck you on command. Yep, I’ll be back tomorrow.”
Nothing I can say is going to make this make sense, but I began to crave the women’s company. Anything was better than being alone with my thoughts and the pain in my wrists and ankles. At least when they were fucking me, I could close my eyes and pretend it was something better than it was.
When I needed to piss, a serious, mean woman with saggy skin and bloodshot eyes would come in and help me go in a bucket. When I needed to shit she would show up and help me with that too. She never said a word and her nurse’s outfit was old and stained. She seemed as much a prisoner as I was.
Alone with my thoughts, I contemplated on how much of a douchebag I’d been. My life could have held so much more meaning. I should have studied more. I should have called my parents or my younger brother more. I should have been better to Dandy.
Dandy. It dawned on me how much I loved her. Hearing that all of the psycho shit I’d blamed on her had been the work of Natalia made me feel like shit. I’d broken up with Dandy in the worst of ways, by accusing her of things she didn’t do. I’d betrayed our trust. I’d shattered what we’d had for each other. I would’ve given anything to go back in time and hold her and tell her that I loved her. She didn’t deserve me. She deserved so much better.
Sometimes I spoke with Kong. It was rare that we were both left alone, but sometimes we talked. He was an ex-military guy and was using his GI Bill to attend college. He’d met Bianca and Elena at one of his frat’s parties. He’d had a relationship with them both, a wild one full of threesomes, until one night when he was drinking alone with them in a hotel off campus. He’d passed out and woken up chained to the bed. He told me about Andrew, one of the other guys who’d been here, and how Andrew was disposed of at some point. It was only a matter of time before the same thing happened to one of us.
When I wasn’t fucking or thinking or sleeping or talking to Kong…that’s when the worst would happen. The big guys, the two large men who guarded the hallway would wheel in a TV cart. Most of the time they wore hoods so I couldn’t see their faces, but once I did, and I recognized one of the guys right away. It was the big douchebag from the hockey game. The one who’d stepped in my face to ask if Natalia was okay when we were arguing. They’d been following me all that time. None of that mattered now. They had me, and the worst was that fucking TV cart. They’d put on violent videos of people fucking and then being brutally massacred in the most horrid of ways inside of a hotel room. At first, I thought it was actors I saw in the videos, but it was too real to be staged. The languages were varied. One video was in French, another in Spanish, and one in I think Russian…or was it Romanian?
One couple was chewed up by evil Rottweilers.
A man was on a bed and a hatch in the ceiling popped open, showering him with venomous snakes. They bit the man and he died slowly and in agony.
I watched in awe as so many instruments of torture were used on so many different victims. Some drowned, some burned alive, and some dissected by their scalpel wielding lovers. I feared the scalpel now, after having Elena use it on me. I could imagine the agony of the people on screen. It was always gruesome and gory and beyond the stuff nightmares are made of.