Son of the World: Rise of the Fallen

Victoria

The neon lights from the bar glowed with the normal I-need-attention prominence. Three girls stood outside laughing. They huddled close, mainly trying to keep their balance. The one in the middle held her phone up for the others to see. The app notified them that their ride would be there in less than a minute.

As predicted, the little sedan pulled up in front and a man greeted them. He smiled politely as they got in the back seat. The girls ignored him for the most part, continuing with their drunken laughter and chatter.

So are you girls in college? he attempted at polite conversation.

They continued to ignore him talking amongst each other. The one in the middle shot him a disgusted look for a second. He just smiled back at her through the rearview. The one on the passenger side finally spoke to him, Uh, we need you to stop in two more blocks.

The address I was given is still ten minutes away though.

That’s my address, said the girl in the middle, they live right up here on the right.

Oh, gotcha.

He pulled up to the curb for the girls to get out. They said their goodbyes to Vickie and shut the door. He watched them stumble to the front of their building, then drove off with his last passenger.

So your name is Vickie? he inquired.

Um, yeah it is.

Well, it’s great to meet you, Vickie.

Um, sure. Hey, could you please not talk? I’m just ready to get home.

Sure, Vickie.

They fell into silence as he drove to the address. He kept glancing back at her through the mirror. Despite her drunkenness, she was very attractive. He thought her clothes were a little trashy considering the revealing nature, but then again, she was at a bar when he picked her up. The makeup wasn’t caked on her face though.  The blonde hair was natural and her lips were full. Just the way you like them, he thought.

He smiled again at her as they were pulling up to the address. She was reaching into her purse for her card. He held up his phone with a four square adapter so she could slide it through and pay for her ride.

She leaned forward to swipe her card as he reached to catch her arm. Before she could pull away the rag was over her face and everything went black. She slouched into the back seat as he smiled again. He slid the card through the foursquare and ran the payment. He put some gloves on before grabbing her purse. He found her phone and threw it out of the car.

He smiled as he drove away, Just the way you like them.

Victoria slowly woke up. She had the scariest dream ever. She was kidnapped and then tied to a bed by her creepy Jitney driver. Last time she ever uses that app...she opened her eyes and screamed. 

He was standing there above her smiling.

What the fuck?! she screamed.

Good morning, Victoria. He grinned. 

What did you call me, you sick bastard? What the fuck did you do to me?

Oh, my dear, sweet Victoria it’s not what I’ve done to you, but what I am going to do that should worry you.

She screamed. Her mind was racing nonstop asking the usual questions. Who? What? Why?

He leaned closer and she screamed in his face. She thrashed back and forth as he kissed her forehead gently.  She tried to claw his face off, but her hands and feet were restrained. She tried to headbutt him, but he pushed her head back down against the mattress. He kissed her head a little more forcefully this time. He pushed her head to the side and kissed her neck.

She screamed again as the realization kicked in.

What the fuck are you going to do? Rape me? Kill me?

Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. Shhhh. Hey, could you please not talk?

What did you fucking say?

One more word and O-M-G are you going to get it.

He kissed her head again. He walked away as she stared at him. Oh my God! She just wanted to be home. She wanted to see her friends and family again. He walked back in the room holding a knife! God, help me get out of this alive.

Her screams echoed throughout the room. She tried to pull herself loose again, but the ropes were too tight. He reached down and grabbed her shirt. He cut it slowly, savoring the sight and sounds as the shirt was completely split open.

She spat at him as he started to slide his hand up her abdomen toward her bra. The other quickly brought the knife right up under her chin, forcing a muffled whimper.

Now don’t be like that, dear, he said. Nothing good will come from acting like that.

She stared at him with a mixture of horror and fury. She said nothing in return but lay still. Tears ran down her face at the thought of his disgusting hands touching her body. She started to close her eyes but saw a look on his face for just a second. The last thing she expected to see on his face was sadness.

His face snapped back to the previous look of pleasure and that daunting grin as he took the knife to her pants. When he finished his task, he walked back out of the room, leaving her lying on her flayed clothes. She couldn’t figure out why he left her bra and panties undamaged.  What the hell was with this guy?

Exhaustion was setting in. The physical and mental strain was too much. Emotionally, she felt broken, but as she gave in to sleep the glimpse of sadness came back to her.

She had no idea what time it was when she woke up or what day. The room didn’t have any windows or clocks. The lighting was sparse but bright enough to see the majority of the layout. There was the bed to which she was tied, a small table a few feet away, and an office chair. The only other noticeable feature was the door. The walls were plain and undecorated. The temperature was warm, but she didn’t see any vents or other sources.

She couldn’t hear any distinctive sounds coming from the door or tell if her captor was close. Actually, the silence was a little maddening. The only sound that she heard was the noise the bed made as she tried to shift her weight in an attempt to be comfortable.

She tried to process everything that had happened, but all she could do is cry more with every thought. Why did he pick her? She wasn’t a bad person. She didn’t deserve this. Her eyes closed again.

It’s time to wake up, Victoria.

He was sitting in the chair next to the bed looking at her. His hand was on her leg. In the other, he held a bottle.

Are you thirsty? he asked.

He came closer and lifted her head as he brought the bottle to her lips. This time she didn’t fight him as the water filled her mouth slowly. She was almost grateful for the drink. He put the bottle over on the table and turned back to her.

She watched him closely for a second. She noticed the look again right as he started back to the chair. He touched her face and she turned away slightly. Why didn’t she pull away like she had before? What’s the matter with her?

He smiled gently. It wasn’t the same mocking smile he had shown her before. He touched her face again and when she didn’t pull away this time he leaned down and kissed her. Much to her surprise, she kissed him back. She closed her eyes getting pulled into the passion of the moment. As she moaned he pulled back, kissed her forehead, and walked out of the room.

What the hell was that? Her mind was racing. Did she really just kiss him? This is the sick bastard that kidnapped her and tied her to this bed. He cut her clothes off her! Why the fuck was she kissing him? But her mind kept going back to that look on his face.  She closed her eyes again with the kiss looping in her memory.

She didn’t know how much time was passing. It all seemed like one eternal minute that never sped up and never slowed down. She just knew that each day he seemed kinder and not as disgusting as she once believed. He fed her, gave her water, and he began to allow her to go to the bathroom and even shower. She was not allowed to do this alone, but it didn’t bother her nearly as much as it should have. After all, he was taking care of her.

They began to share meals together. He would bring the table next to the bed and sit across from her as they ate sandwiches and drank water. The food was simple but she no longer cared about things like that. She was only thankful for each day that he let her live. Each night that he tied her back up, he would kiss her deeply and then disappear until she woke up.

She began to tell him more about who she was and what she wanted to do with her life. She grew up in a relatively normal family. Both parents worked a lot but made time for her. She was an only child and had a few cousins, but no one really around her age. She enjoyed time with family. She liked going out with her girlfriends. She had dated, but not nearly as many guys as he would think. She was going to school to become a nurse and make a difference. She wanted to help people.

He would always smile softly and add a few words, but never offered much information about his own life. She couldn’t figure out why this didn’t seem to bother her. He was a mystery. She was beginning to think he wasn’t going to hurt her.

One day when it was time to shower, she asked him to join her. He climbed in behind her and helped wash her hair. He washed her back and her legs letting her do the rest. The only thing he would do is rinse off, but he didn’t seem dirty. Actually, he was quite clean and attractive. She started to touch him, but he just took her hand. He kissed it and led her out of the shower to dry off. That night he kissed her even deeper and she felt her body tremor with desire. Once again, he left her for the night, tied to her bed and it no longer bothered her.

The next morning he woke her with a kiss on the cheek. She smiled as she opened her eyes. Her arms and legs were already untied. He sat down beside her as she stretched and rubbed her leg.

Would you ever try to leave me?

The question caught her by surprise. The reply that came from her lips surprised her even more, No, I would never.

Then I won’t ever tie you up again, my dear.

She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. He kissed her head and then her lips. She always wore simple nightgowns over top her undergarments. She loved the feel and freedom