Lynne's Love Triangle (18 page)

The seat of the chair was rusted and dirty and the thought of it made her want to puke. God only knew what her bottom would look like if she ever got off the chair. She was sick and scared and wanted to scream for help, but he’d duct taped her panties into her mouth. Thank God, he hadn’t taped her nose shut or she’d be dead by now.

She trembled from head to toe, and chill bumps rose all over her skin and tingled painfully.
Oh please
, she pleaded silently,
please let me go
. The stranger kept pacing.

“You stupid bitch,” he grumbled. “Stupid, stupid bitch. I never gave you permission to sleep with other men. Who do you think you are? Some whore?” He stopped in front of her and slapped the back of her head.

Her head snapped forward, and tears trickled down her cheeks.

“Don’t cry, bitch. I hate it when women cry. Weak. You’re weak. A lazy, weak, worthless piece of trash. I should throw you out.”

She lifted her head and stared at him.
I need to remember what little I can see. Eyes, voice, something.
Thank heaven she'd watched a lot of crime TV.

He slapped her face and screamed, “I said don’t look at me. Didn’t I tell you not to stare at me? What are you? Stupid on top of everything else?”

Where were the guys? She’d heard her cell phone ring a few minutes ago. They had to know something was wrong since she always answered her phone for them. Always.

Troy? Kurt? Help me!

The man pinched her naked breast on the tender underside. The pain was excruciating. She tried not to cry, but tears filled her eyes. He twisted the skin and threatened to do worse if she didn’t stop crying.

How much more could she take? She’d always thought she was a strong woman, but today she was as weak as her assailant accused her of being.

Troy and Kurt would be ashamed of her lack of strength. She had to gain control of herself, even if she had no control over her circumstances.

Her face was wet, and her nose was running. She sniffed and wished she had a Kleenex. Her capturer took pity and grabbed a grease-stained rag and wiped her face. The smell of oil made her gag and choke.

Damn.

This was no way to die.

What did he want? Why did he keep staring at the ceiling and muttering.

Look on the bright side...when he was staring at the spider webs and muttering, he wasn’t hurting her.

He paced some more, and Lynne picked out the words dead and bitch more than once.
He was planning to kill her.

He stood behind her and grasped her shoulders in hard, rough hands. He tipped her head back and kissed her on the mouth. He didn’t seem to care her mouth was covered by duct take. Lynne couldn’t have been happier. At least she didn’t have to taste his filthy kisses.

The sound of metal on metal warned her he was unzipping his pants.

Kurt!

Troy!

Help me!

He untaped her knees, leaving raw painful patches on her skin. She screamed, but the tape stifled the sound. He yanked the tape from her ankles, and the pain was hideous. She was going to puke.

No. If she did she’d be a goner.

He taped her ankles to the back legs of the chair, and her pelvis protested violently.

“Prepare to get your just desserts, bitch.” He pulled his two inch cock out of his pants, and Lynne closed her eyes. He slapped her. “Open your eyes. I want you to see what you’re getting.” He cupped his package. “Nice, huh?”

He shook it at her. “Gonna make you feel real good.”

He rubbed his cock against her nipples, and Lynne tried to shrink as far away from him as possible, but she couldn’t move.

The back door slammed shut, and tears began to run down Lynne’s face.

Her captor looked up and began mumbling, threatening murder and mayhem.

“Lynne! Where are you?”

Troy and Kurt were home! Would they find her in time?

Her would-be rapist looked around wildly. Lynne wanted to laugh, but she hurt too much. The jerk was trapped with no escape from the basement other than the stairs.

He raced up the steps, reaching the top step as Troy whipped open the door.

Lynne couldn’t exactly see what happened, but she could imagine from the sounds emanating from the kitchen her attacker had met his match, and the two young men were beating the tar out of him.

Lynne thought the ruckus would never end. Her legs were killing her, and she had to go pee. How long before one of her men remembered her?

“Oh God, baby.” Troy thundered down the stairs and knelt in front of her. “Are you all right?”

Lynne nodded.
As
i
f anyone could be all right while her taped legs were forced apart, personal parts open for all to see.

“Oh hell, I’m sorry, sweetheart. Let me get the tape off your mouth. I’ll be as careful as I can, but it’s still going to be painful.”

True to his word, Troy carefully pulled on the tape. He held onto her hair while he stripped the tape binding her lower face. As the last strip of tape came away from her mouth, the panties gagging her also fell out. She choked. “Oh, Troy, I thought you two would never get here. I thought I was going to die."

He kissed the top of her head. "I'm so sorry, honey."

"I'm so cold." Her jaw ached from trying to keep her teeth from chattering." Troy, can you please cover me.”

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” He searched through the piles of stuff and found a large piece of fabric, possibly an old sheet. He draped it over her body and tucked it over her shoulders.

“Where were you?” Lynne voice trembled. Tears began to run down her face. "I hate being a baby, but I was so scared."

“I’m sorry, honey. I thought Kurt was staying home today, and he thought I’d be here. You were sleeping, and we didn’t want to wake you. We met in the kitchen headed for the back door. Things have been quiet, and we were over-confident and figured the danger was passed. I headed to the grocery store, and he headed to work. I was only going to be gone a short time, but I ran into Trent Halloday and he asked me to come to the studio with him.” He hung his head. “I knew you had your cell, and if you needed me, you’d call.”

He wiped the tears from her face and kissed her gently. “Boy were we wrong. We’ll never forgive ourselves.”

Lynne shook her head. “It’s okay, baby. Just get me loose. I’ve really got to go to the bathroom. He literally scared the pee out of me.”

“Hell. I was so worried you’d be mad at me, I totally forgot you’re still tied up.”

“Never mind. I’m just so cold, Troy, please let me loose.”

“Sure, baby. I know the tape hurts. Are there any scissors down here?”

“It's your basement. I’ve never been down here before. I have no idea. Please hurry.”

“Did he, uh, rape you?”

“Nooo, I’ll be okay if you can get my legs loose. My hips are killing me and so’s my bottom, and I’m gonna die if I don’t go to the bathroom soon.”

“Kurt!” Troy yelled up the stairs.

“Yeah? Did you find her?”

“Sure did, but she’s freezing. Toss down her fluffy robe, a pair of scissors, and get the hell out of the way—she’s got to hit the bathroom.”

“Do you need help?”

“Just throw me the stuff and make it snappy.”

Her fuzzy, warm, pink robe came floating down the steps followed closely by Kurt. By the time he’d gotten the robe, Troy grabbed the scissors and cut her free of the chair.

“Oh, my God. My hips hurt so much.” She stood then wobbled. Troy grabbed for her and wrapped the robe around her.

“I’m never going to be warm again.” Lynne brushed at the tears rolling down her raw cheeks.

The men fought over who was going to carry her upstairs. Lynne settled the argument by running past them, up the stairs, and slamming the door to the half bathroom.

She didn’t want to think of the bloody mess she’d run past on the kitchen floor. It was such a relief to be out of the basement and able to relieve her bladder before it burst.

Troy and Kurt were waiting when she opened the door.

“Are you okay?”

“What can we do for you?”

Lynne wanted to laugh, but instead tears rolled down her face. She held out her arms, duct tape dangled from her wrists and pulled them close. “Oh, God, I thought he was going to kill me. Thank you for saving me.”

“You’re shaking like a leaf."

“It was so cold, and I was so scared. I tried so hard to be brave, but he was crazy. I couldn’t get through to him. He just kept hitting me and pinching me.”

Troy lifted her, and Kurt raced into the living room. Troy laid her gently on the sofa, and Kurt wrapped the ancient, ugly, green afghan his grandma had knit around her and tucked it in.

“Should I call for an ambulance?”

“Absolutely not. I’m fine. Just freezing cold.”

“One thing for sure, I’m calling the police. We have to get rid of the mess in the kitchen.”

“Who is he?” Lynne’s voice trembled.

“I have no fucking idea.” Troy patted her knee. “Don’t worry. Whoever it is won’t be bothering you again. Kurt and I made damn sure of it.”

“Cccaann I have some tteeaa?” Her teeth were chattering, making it hard to talk.

Troy sat her down at the kitchen table and heated up some water for the requested tea. Kurt pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and punched in 9-1-1. “Yeah, I’d like to report a break-in and assault.”

Lynne shook her head when he told the police he wanted an ambulance. “Yes, you do. You’ve been hurt. You need to be checked out and get a tetanus shot for the cuts on your sexy butt.”

“Oh, sorry officer. The victim doesn’t want help, but she is injured.”

He continued to speak to the officer on the other end of the line while Troy ran to open the door. Two squad cars, four policemen, an ambulance, fire truck, and three huge men in full fire gear stood on the porch.

“Uh...come in. I think there’s enough room for y’all.” He jumped back as the seven large men entered the living room.

Lynne huddled under the afghan trembling and crying. “I’m fine,” she kept insisting even as the paramedics were taking her blood pressure and hooking up an IV. One paramedic was in direct contact with the hospital giving vital signs while a third questioned Lynne.

One of the policemen went to stand on the front porch to ward off nosy neighbors, and another knelt next to the paramedic trying to ask Lynne questions. Lynne’s head was spinning in circles. “I really don’t remember much. Please I just want to go to bed and forget the whole thing ever happened.”

A third officer stood questioning Kurt and Troy while the fourth one stood in the kitchen doorway. “What a God awful mess. What’d you two hit the sucker with?”

Kurt and Troy held up their hands, and Lynne gasped. Their hands were bleeding, knuckles cracked and swollen. She didn’t want to think about the man who’d hurt her. Not that he didn’t deserve what the boys had dished out because he did, and a hell of a lot more.

The officer in the kitchen doorway motioned for a paramedic. He pointed to the bloody mess on the floor. “Check him out and transport him in a separate ambulance. I don’t want him anywhere near our victim.”

After Lynne quieted down, the paramedics checked out Troy and Kurt, declaring they needed to go to the hospital to see to their wounds. The men looked at each other and shrugged. Lynne chuckled. Served them right for calling in the police.

Kurt leaned over and kissed Lynne softly. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. We’ll see you at the hospital. Be a good girl and let them do their job.”

Troy also kissed her and whispered, “You’ll be okay, baby. We’ll see you as soon as they’ll let us.”

The men followed one of the policemen to his patrol car. The paramedics loaded up the attacker and rolled him out of the house, being far more careful with their cargo than Lynne would have been.

A great deal of noise outside told Lynne her ride had arrived. The paramedics gently got her settled and strapped onto the gurney and rolled her out the door. “Oh, wait. I’m going to need my purse.”

“Where is it, ma’am.” The police and paramedics had been most sympathetic although she’d gotten some funny looks when Troy and Kurt kissed her good-bye. They probably thought the guys were her sons.

“It’s on the dresser in the master bedroom. It’s big and black—you can’t miss it.” Lynne rolled out through the door and was loaded into the ambulance.

“Here ya’ go, miss. Good luck. A detective will be along in an hour or so to talk to you some more.” The officer handed her bag to the paramedic and slammed the doors of the ambulance shut. He slapped the door twice and before she knew it, the ambulance was backing off the lawn. Kurt was not going to be happy about the lawn.

“I swear I don’t know what you women put in your purses, but it feels like a load of brick. My wife is just as bad. Must be a female thing.” The paramedic laughed.

Lynne’s face grew hot. “You’re right. I carry everything I might need at any given time.”