DYING TO SURVIVE (Dark Erotica) (4 page)

“Inviting, aren’t they?” Ryan asked.

“Excuse me?” Meghan muttered.

“My eyes. They’re quite inviting,” Ryan responded.

Meghan blinked her eyes and nodded.

“You interest me, Meghan,” Ryan stated.

Slowly, she smiled. The smile of pleasure quickly turned to curiosity.

“You know my name?” Meghan asked softly.

“By all means. This was not a random abduction, Meghan. The details are not something I prefer to discuss, at least not now. I am going to explain some things to you. Listen carefully,” Ryan said as he stood before her with the handcuffs dangling from his right hand.

She nodded.

“I’m going to place you in a room with three other women. You’re free to roam in the room. There is a bathroom, shower, toiletries, clothes, refrigerator, microwave, and music. Tomorrow, I will have additional instructions for you all. I want to make a few things extremely clear, are you paying attention?” Ryan asked as he placed the handcuffs in the rear pocket of his slacks.

Meghan studied him as she spoke. She was five foot ten, tall for a woman. He appeared to be at least five or six inches taller, making him at least six foot two or three. He was very handsome, and appeared very well put together underneath his tan slacks and white dress shirt.

“Meghan, are you paying attention?” his voice brought her back to the reality of the situation.

“Yes, I am. Sorry,” Meghan responded.

“Each of the women has been given the same instructions. If anyone attempts to harm me, overpower me, or escape, they will be killed immediately. The remaining women will all be killed after the attempted attack, one after another. Do you understand?” Ryan asked.

Meghan attempted to swallow, but her dry throat prevented it. The dryness made her uncomfortable. She stared into his eyes and nodded.

“If anyone attempts to break anything in the room, or to fashion a weapon from any of the articles in the room, regardless of whether or not it is used against me in an attack, everyone in the room dies – one after another - beginning immediately following my awareness of something being broken. Do you understand?” Ryan’s face lacked any expression.

Oddly, Meghan felt calm. Considering the situation, she consciously thought of her lack of fear, and began to wonder if it would last. She blinked her eyes and studied Ryan’s face.

Standing directly in front of him, she nodded her head.

“Splendid. Tomorrow this will all begin to make some sense to you. I allow everyone one question, Meghan. You ask, and I will answer truthfully. This is not an invitation for an open discussion, but an opportunity to ask one question and have it answered.  Think about what you’re asking, and make certain it is something you want to know the answer to,” he said in a soft monotone voice.

Meghan cleared her throat.

“What is the address of this location?” Meghan blinked her eyes as she spoke.

Ryan placed his index finger and thumb around his chin, cupping the palm of his hand around his jaw. He studied the face of Meghan and smiled.

“Aren’t you interesting? A thinker. I like that, Meghan,” Ryan reached for her wrist, grasping it in his right hand.

The pressure of his grasp made her uncomfortable at first.

“Follow me,” Ryan instructed her.

The voices grew louder as they walked to the corner of the large room. As he approached the door, he held his left hand to a box on the wall beside the door. As his hand touched the box, a loud clicking noise came from the center of the door jamb. As he pressed against the door with his elbow, she felt his breath on her ear.

“616 Esthner,” Ryan breathed into her ear as he gently pushed her through the doorway and into the room.

A loud metallic
clunk
from the door closing behind her reminded her of the permanency of her new dwelling.

As Meghan blinked her eyes, slowly they became focused on the contents of well lit room. In shock, she stood and stared at the three occupants of the room - each of which bore an almost identical resemblance of her.

CHAPTER FOUR

ONE OF YOU IS GOING TO DIE.

FOUR.
“What’s your name?” Dana asked as she stood up from the bench she was sitting on.

“Uhhm. I’m Meghan,” she responded as she looked around the room. As she noticed her hands begin to tremble, she clenched her fists in embarrassment. 

Meghan quickly scanned the room. The room was square with concrete walls. A light in the center of the room provided the only illumination. A quick viewing of the room revealed no windows. A steel bench was built into the wall around three sides of the perimeter of the room. A door on her right was open, revealing what was obviously the bathroom. On the same wall as the bathroom door, a stainless steel refrigerator sat beside a steel shelf that housed a microwave.

The three women were all dressed in grey sweats, flip-flop style sandals, and white tank tops. The identical attire made a mental separation of the women difficult. Additionally, the all but identical physical appearance, hair color, and body structure made it almost impossible.

“Meghan?” Dana asked, “I’m Dana. Where you from?”

“Shut up, Dana,” Elena said as she walked toward Meghan, “I’m in charge, remember?”

“I was just trying to be nice,” Dana said softly as she walked back to the bench and sat down.

A third woman stood from the bench, sat, and stood again as Elena began to speak to Meghan. The woman began to make Meghan nervous. Fixated on the third woman, Meghan tried to comprehend the situation and focus on what Elena was saying.

“Where are you from?” Elena stood directly in front of Meghan and spoke with a hint of a Spanish accent.

“Andover, I live in Andover,” Meghan answered as she watched the third woman stand, sit and stand again.

“Well, first things first. Introductions,” Elena said as she motioned to the woman now sitting on the bench.

“That’s Dana with the mouth,” she stated as she motioned toward Dana, who was now seated on the bench with her head in her hands.

“The other one is Shellie.
The crazy one.
I’m Elena,” Elena said as she looked up and down Meghan’s frame.

“See, he’s a fucking weirdo. I knew if he brought someone else, they’d look just like us. This is creepy as fuck,” Elena said as she pressed her hands against her hips and studied Meghan.

“How tall are you?” Elena asked.

“I am uhhm. I’m,” Meghan paused, shook her head, and attempted to process the question. The calmness of the women made her more uneasy than she felt she should have been.

“I’m five ten,” Meghan answered.

“Jesus, we’re all five ten. For once I wish I was five foot nothing. That fucking creep wouldn’t have nabbed us if we were short. He has a hang up for tall brunettes with big boobs. And don’t pay any attention to Shellie, she’s fucking
loco
,” Elena said as she turned toward the bathroom.

“I’ll be right back, I gotta pee. We were all glued to the door when we heard the garage door open,” Elena said over her shoulder as she stepped into the bathroom.

“Did he tell you not to break anything?” Shellie asked as she stood from the bench

Meghan nodded, “Yes, he did.”

“You dumb fuck. He told us all the same shit, Jesus,” Elena screamed from the bathroom.

“Well, I’m just making sure. I don’t want to die for some stupid reason,” Shellie said apologetically.

“We’re all going to die, you stupid bitch,” Elena said flatly as she flushed the toilet.

Elena pulled her sweats up, washed her hands, and walked from the bathroom into the large open room. Frustrated with the amount of time she had been locked in the room, she often contemplated trying to escape. Thoughts of potentially returning home to her seventeen year old daughter were all that prevented her from attacking Ryan on one of the many occasions when he brought food or fresh clothes into the room.

“Do you ever hear of some fucking wacko kidnapping a bunch of girls and eventually they’re set free? Or they escape? We’ve been through this - he’s
planning
to kill us all. We should just figure out a way to get that door off the microwave and bust that
pendejo
in the
cabesa
,” Elena said as she pointed to the microwave.

“English,” Dana said from the bench.

“
We need to hit that asshole in the head
. He’s going to kill us all. One at a fucking time. And we’re all going to be as dead as bunch of dumb woman can be. Or, we can come up with a plan and beat this asshole and make a run for it. I’d much rather die trying to get out of here than after this prick fucks me and cuts off my hands,” Elena said as she walked to the bench opposite Dana and sat down.

“What do you mean about him cutting off our hands? He’s going to cut off our hands?” Meghan asked quietly as she crossed her arms and pressed her hands into her armpits.

“I don’t know what this fucker’s gonna do. But that’s what they
always
do. They cut of your
manos
and pull your teeth so you can’t be identified. They always do that creepy shit,” Elena’s voice rose as she spoke.

“I think I am the last one,” Meghan paused and looked around the room.

“The last girl he was going to get,” Meghan whispered toward the three women.

“Why? Why you say that?” Elena asked as she scooted across the bench.

“He said tomorrow it will all start to make sense. Maybe he’s bringing more people tomorrow, I don’t know. I took it as tomorrow he was going to start something with us,” Meghan said as she tried to recall exactly what Ryan had said.

“Did he tell you his name?” Shellie asked as she stood from the bench.

“Yes, Ryan Capshaw,” Meghan admitted.

She said the name again - silently in her head. She liked the way it rolled off of her tongue when she said it out loud. Thinking of his hand on her neck, and how she felt when he whispered in her ear, she began to become uncomfortable with her feelings. Something about Ryan intrigued her. Truthfully, everything about Ryan intrigued her.

She guessed his age at late twenties, yet he drove a one hundred thousand dollar BMW sedan. He dressed well, and wore a Patek Philippe watch. Her father a jeweler, Meghan grew up with an understanding and a fondness for fine things, jewelry being no exception. She expected the watch Ryan wore was $20,000 or more. She silently wondered what would cause a man of his stature and wealth to do such a thing to four women.

“He told us all the same shit, Shellie. Fucking stop with the stupid fucking questions,” Elena said toward Shellie.

“Did he let each of you ask a question?” Meghan asked openly to the room.

“Fuck yes he did,” Elena stated.

“Well?” Meghan asked.

“I asked if he was going to kill me,” Shellie said as she sat back on the bench.

“His answer?” Meghan paused, filled with wonder on what Shellie’s response would be.

For some reason, Meghan felt as if she could trust Ryan. The feeling of trust troubled her, as she believed that naturally she shouldn’t trust him. As Meghan recalled his eyes, his tone of voice, and his appearance, Shellie spoke.

“He said,
that’s my intent, yes
,” Shellie looked down at the floor after she spoke.

“Why
me
? That’s what I asked him,” Dana blurted.

Meghan turned to face Dana.

“He said,
you’re a piece of the puzzle
,” Dana continued.

Meghan thought of the question she had asked Ryan. If he was honest, it may come in useful at a later date. She hoped that it would come to that, and not the ending that all of the other women assumed to be imminent. Ryan was certainly making the rules. She began to wonder when he may touch her again, and when he did, what the circumstances would be surrounding the encounter. Her pleasure in Ryan’s presence began to make her feel guilty.

“Fucking
puto
. I asked him when he was going to let me go. Dick head said,
I have no intention of releasing you
,” Elena growled as she moved to lie on the bench across from where Meghan stood.

Shellie began pacing the room. As she walked, she stared at the floor. Without looking up, she spoke.

“What did
you
ask?” Shellie asked as she stared at her feet.

“I asked how many more people were here,” Meghan lied.

“What the fuck?” Elena barked as she sat up partially on the bench, “Why
that
?”

“I have no idea, it just came out. How long has each of you been here?” Meghan asked.

“Two weeks, I think. I lost track. Maybe fifteen or sixteen days,” Shellie responded, still pacing back and forth across the room.

“Eight days,” Dana responded as she raised her hand.

“I was first. I don’t know how long I been here. Maybe three weeks - long enough that I know I am sick of it. I am ready to do
something
,” Elena responded as she flattened herself out on the bench and stared at the ceiling.

As Meghan turned and looked at each woman in the room, the resemblances between them struck her as odd. She contemplated the reasoning behind Ryan’s choice of women, and what other similarities might not be as noticeable. As Meghan studied the women individually, Shellie continued to pace the room and stare at her feet.

“Is anyone married?” Meghan asked.

“No.”

Nope.”

Uhh. No.”

“Well, neither am I,” Meghan responded.

“Kids?” Meghan asked as she nodded toward each woman.

“Yes, I have a daughter. She’s seventeen, why?” Elena responded.

“I don’t, no,” Shellie responded as she paced the floor.

“I don’t have any children,” Dana stated.