I Promise You (18 page)

“Where are you
taking me?”

“I’m taking
you home”

Frank was
having such a good time that he had presumed Autum was mingling with the other
guests and his friends’ partners; an hour had passed by since he had last seen
her.

He was happy
that his companions and associates had commented on how beautiful Autum was and
how she should make an honest man out of him, he smiled at the recollection.

This was just
more confirmation that he should propose as planned when they got home this
evening.

In Milan he
had bought a platinum diamond ring; this was not his intention when he saw it
in the shop, but he was drawn to it. When he placed the ring in the palm of his
hand, he knew it was meant for her.

David and
Peter found Frank to say their goodbyes, but it was only then he realised Autum
had not been seen since she went to get some air.

Frank decided
to check his phone when he saw the text message. Panic rose as he knew that
Rebecca had never been in trouble and that something was amiss. He rang
straight afterwards and it went to voicemail; now he was really panicking.

The limo was
beside him soon afterwards heading for Rebecca’s. Frank kept trying to phone
both Rebecca and Autum, but it went to voicemail; he didn’t leave a message. 

The limo
parked outside Rebecca’s and Frank darted to the building pressing all of the
buttons until someone had let him in, Frank was soon banging on Rebecca’s door
but there was no reply.

After a few
minutes he decided that there was no alternative but to try and kick down the
door.

Neighbours
came out asking what the hell was going on. Frank said that he thought
something had happened to Rebecca after receiving a text and he needed to make
sure both her and his fiancé was ok.

He listened to
himself say the words fiancé and nearly wept; he wasn’t going to lose her no
matter what.  Some neighbours then help kicked down the door until eventually
it gave way.

He rushed in
without thinking to be cautious, along with some of the neighbours. It was then
that his heart sank as he saw Rebecca’s lifeless body on the sofa.

“Call an
ambulance” he shouted as they rushed out to do so. He was slapping her face but
her whole body just kept flopping as he tried to hold her up.

“Rebecca wake
up please, where’s Autum?” but no response.

He laid her
gently down and searched the apartment, quickly realising that it was empty. It
was then he decided enough was enough and called the police.

The hospital
confirmed that she had possibly been drugged or had taken some drug. Frank
insisted that it was not in her character and that there were three glasses in
the room all with different drinks in them; he could tell by the smell.

It was now two
hours since Autum had been missing and Frank needed Rebecca to wake up fast. 
He gave the police a description of Autum and Jack and what had happened
leading up today, but it was hearsay and it wasn’t enough for them to act. They
also said it was too early to class her as a missing person.

Frank was
furious. He knew he needed to keep a straight head, but it was too much,
holding his hands over his face he sat down beside Rebecca on the chair and
started to cry.

Not long
afterwards Rebecca started to mumble and stir and Frank shot out of the chair
as if the gun had gone off for the start of the race, Frank started to shake Rebecca’s
shoulders firmer than he had expected.

“Rebecca
where’s Autum?”

“Autum” she
mumbled, eyes not fully open.

“Yes Autum,
she came to meet you, is she with Jack?”

She mumbled
her name again and Frank realised she would be of no help for another thirty to
forty minutes.

“Can’t you
speed up her recovery?”

“She needs to
rest, please give her some space” and with that he was ushered out of the room.

Pacing up and
down, all he could think of was the scene that had greeted him when he went
round to her apartment. He felt bad about the dreams she had described to him
but had dismissed them as just that, bad dreams why did he not listen to her.

He was racked
with grief and guilt that he had not sorted Jack out sooner and now he would
pay the ultimate price.

Jack was evil
and wanted to punish Autum that he knew. He needed to think of any place that
he could have taken her, but couldn’t; it was not something that ever came up
under the circumstances.

He heard
screaming and ran back into the room to find Rebecca confused by her
surroundings. “Frank”

“Oh dear god
Rebecca where is she?”

“He took her
I’m sorry, he drugged me.”

“Do you
remember anything that was said before you passed out?”

She was
thinking and thinking hard. I think, then she trailed off.

“Please Rebecca;
I cannot lose her, not now”

“She did say
to tell you that if anything happened to her that she loved you”

Frank broke down;
it was too much for him to take in.

“I think I
heard him say that he was taking her home, but I’m not sure if I just imaged
that before I passed out”

“Home? What
does that mean?”

Frank thought
of their home but dismissed it. She would never take him there and he knew he
did not know where he lived either, but to be sure he rang, and when Rosetta
answered the phone he felt relieved.

It had now
been nearly three hours and Frank still had no idea where she could be, until
Rebecca remembered that conversation in the sandwich shop.

“I know this
may sound silly but if he did say that, there is only one place I can think
of”.

“Where?”

“He’s bought
her flat remember, he’s taken her back to her flat”

Frank’s world
went black.

Too
weak to talk, too much pain to touch
.

Autum had also
been drugged but it took longer for her’s to kick in; she remembered part of
the journey back to her apartment but nothing more.

Her dreams
started coming to life in her head but this time they were real and she knew
that if she opened her eyes it would still be there waiting for her.

She felt
herself stirring out of her sleepy state, her mouth dry as she tried to lick
her lips, the sharp sting in the corner of her mouth, a reminder of what Jack
had done.

“Wakey, wakey
sleepy head?”

She tried to
focus on where the voice was coming from but was still drowsy; she tried to
lift up her head but she felt it flop back down again. Something strong was now
under her nose and she started to cough as she inhaled it.  She looked to see
familiar surroundings and felt bile rising into her mouth; she was on her back
and felt like she was choking.

She tried to
automatically cover her mouth but couldn’t move. She looked around to find he
had tied not only her hands but her feet as well.

She was still
weak but asked him “why?”

“Because I
love you, and because I know deep down that you love me too”
denial.

“I did but I
don’t anymore” I tried to struggle but the bonds didn’t budge.

“I will make
you love me again Autum, it will be better than last time I won’t ever hurt you
again.”

“Let me go
Jack, please”

She felt cold
and realised that she was naked, on the bed, her hands and legs apart; she
looked around and saw that her beautiful dress had been cut up.
Bastard.

“You won’t get
away with this Jack; it’s called kidnapping and rape”

Jack tried to
give me some more drink and I sealed my mouth shut as he tried to pry it open.
He then pinched my nose so that I could not breathe and when I went to take a
breath he poured it down. I spat some out into his face, but knew that some had
gone down as I coughed; he wiped his face then started to strip as I wept.
No
Frank to save me this
time
.

He was already
hard as he climbed on the bed, trying to fondle my breasts as I tried to buck
him off but he just put more of his pressure on me.

“You used to
like this” I didn’t reply.

I turned my
head in shame, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

At this moment
in time, my body went numb at this intrusion, this wasn’t Frank it was some
sicko who was trying to have something that didn’t belong to him anymore, a
bastard that thought he could have his cake and eat it.

I scream
“shouldn’t you be doing this with your bitch” and I spat at him again” Jack slaps
me but I felt hardened to the pain.

“Oh once I
finish with you, I will make sure that when I fuck her, your face will be what
I see when I come”

I tried to
buck him off again and he slaps me even harder in my face; boy, that pain
really hurt, but I found that it kept me alert. I decided that if that’s was
what it takes for me to stay awake then pain it would have to be.

Jack starts to
stoke me with his cock in-between my legs as I tried in vain to close them.

He groaned

“You sick
bastard.”  I felt a little sleepy now and panicked,
keep awake!

I needed a
plan but had limited time to think. Jack liked to have sex, so this would be
the only way I could trick him, and if it didn’t work, he would punish me far
worse than he had already, but it was worth the gamble.

“Put it in my
mouth Jack, let me suck you”

He stopped for
a minute and looked at me and I did not know what he was thinking, I began to
moan and lick my lips and rose up my hips to grind him.

He moaned
again then stopped. “Do you think I’m that stupid? What, you expect me to put
it in so that you can what? Bite it off?”

“Look Jack” I
said in my most sleepy sexy voice, “you’re right, I can never love anyone else
but you, it will always be you, don’t you want me to suck you, lick you, and
make you come in my mouth?”

He thinks for
a minute and I find his weak spot
, they always think with their dicks!

“If you do
anything stupid Autum, you’ll regret it.”

He slid
further up and was now above me; bile was lurking at the back of my throat as I
contemplated what I was about to do, but in my mind, this was the better of two
evils when it came to Jack. I would not let him penetrate me and would do
whatever I had to.

I opened my
mouth for him and he hesitated before slowly putting in it then drawing it
quickly back out, testing the waters.

“I need you
Jack” and like a fool he put it back in. I teased him with my tongue and he
slid it in deeper. I looked up at this man with hate as I continued to suck
him; I choked when he went in too deep. When he pulled it out, I told him that
I was no threat and that he should at least untie me. I told him that I knew he
had drugged me again and that I was already feeling sleepy so he had nothing to
lose.

“Let me enjoy
this with you properly before I sleep” I said before pretending to roll my eyes
and let my head loll back, as if the drug had started to kick in. He untied me
quickly.
Ruled by the promise of a fuck?

“Let me fuck
you?” he said.

“Not yet let
me play with you first?”

I kissed him
over his shoulder as I looked around the room for an object of some sort,
nothing. I kissed him again quickly as I looked again before spotting the
scissors by my dress.

“I’m sorry for
leaving you” I said. “Can you ever forgive me?”

“You know I
can? That’s why I bought your flat, I knew we would be together again and
wanted you to have somewhere to live?”

He really was
deranged!

By this time
my head really was swaying and not because of me. I swung him onto his back and
straddled him.

“You’re so
sexy from here” he said.

“And you’ll be
soon dead” I said to myself.

My time was
running out and I was losing control fast. I slid down and put his cock back in
my mouth until he was moaning and his eyes were closed. I tried to reach for my
dress but it was still too far.

I stopped to
say I needed the toilet which drew suspicion, but I told him that I was more
than happy for him to follow me, which he did.

I dabbed cold
water on my face and returned with him back to
that
room. I told him to
sit at the edge of the bed; he did so like a lap dog.

I started to
dance for him picking up my torn dress but managing to swoop up the scissors at
the same time. My back was towards him and I bent over fully so that his mind
was on other things, my ass hovering over his face. I turned quickly around and
lost my balance, he grabbed me to steady me. My vision was going, and going
fast.

I flung him
back onto the bed telling him that the dance could come later and put the dress
where I could reach it.

Again I
pretended to moan as I made him touch me, every movement making my stomach
churn. As I stroked him back his breathing had now picked up speed and his mind
was lost to his up and coming orgasm
or death
.

“Harder” he
said, as I increased my hold around his cock and the speed that I was doing it.

I changed over
hands as I reached for the scissors, hate consuming my every stroke and every
suck I gave him. I looked at my hands and feet and saw the red lines, a
reminder of what Jack had done to me in the name of love; I looked up at him and
the fact that he felt no shame at what he was doing to me as long as he got his
kicks, he then interrupts my thoughts as he cries out and gripped the sheets before
he closes his eyes.

This was it, my
only chance; I grab the scissors and plunged it into his chest, prompting him
to scream out with pain.