Love Lies Dying (45 page)

Oh my God!

All he could feel was the blade, cutting through his pubic hair, sweeping closely by his manhood, moving slowly and so dangerously in a sharp dance.

One slip and…,
he dared not think of it.

She shaved above his cock first, then to the sides. Then she held the tip of his cock between a finger and thumb as she moved the blade over the top of his balls.

This is crazy,
he thought. But he didn’t move.

She shaved the sides and then underneath his balls, shaving as far back towards his anus as the angle of his legs permitted.

After what seemed like an eternity, the blade left his body. Her hand returned to his stomach and she patted him once more.

She didn’t do it,
he couldn’t believe it.
She had the chance, but she didn’t cut it off!

For the first time in a while, John allowed his breathing to return to normal.

His panic subsided and gave way to anger.

I can’t believe she did that.

She did!

She’s crazy!

But you need her.

She just
shaved
me!

But you
need
her!

His crotch burned in the cold air. The stinging bare feeling of naked shaved skin made him even more uncomfortable and vulnerable.

He waited for Zoe to continue.

Continue with what?

I don’t want to know!

Maybe she’ll let me down now, untie me and set me free.

But nothing happened for a long time.

The burning around his groin began to subside, but the numbness in his limbs remained.

This has gone far enough.

He bit down hard on the wadding, trying to make it smaller. Maybe he could spit it out if he really tried.

Spit it out where? The hood would stop you anyway.

I’ve got to try something!

But the chewing didn’t help. Biting into the material spilled more vinegar onto his tongue and down his throat.

Don’t vomit! You can’t afford to!

He stopped chewing.

No use.

He rested his head on the padded cushion.

You’re beaten.

Broken.

Suddenly, he sensed someone was near him. He didn’t know how he knew, but he tensed his body.

Her hand touched his chest.

Are you sure it’s Zoe?

It IS!

Positive?

Shut up!

Slowly, her fingers snaked across the claw marks and down to his stomach. One fingernail circled his belly button twice before her hand slipped lower.

He was growing again.

He wished he could control it, but his erection was automatic.

Zoe’s hand grabbed hold of his cock, and started to massage it once more.

With his pubic hair shaved, John felt smoother now. Every sensation was heightened, intense, stronger than before.

And her mouth was around him again. Her tongue danced across his shaft, licked his tip and sucked at the pre-cum that dripped there.

Even with the wadding in his mouth, John moaned deeply as his excitement began to peak.

And that’s when Zoe lost it.

She went mad.

At least, that’s what John thought now.

She had gone too far.

In the space of only a few seconds, as he began to peak, she removed her mouth and grabbed his cock tightly with her hand.

John hardly had time to notice. He just thought she was trying something different to give him a new experience.

A new experience,
he almost laughed at that now as he thought back.

Her fingers had pulled at the skin on the underside of his cock, pulling it away from the shaft.

But he didn’t care.

He moaned loudly again, trying to get her to continue. He pushed his hips out, wanting her to continue massaging him, stretching to rub his cock against her.

And then the pain sliced through him.

It felt as if the skin around his cock split. The pain rolled down his shaft and groin and through the rest of his body.

Ecstasy turned to agony and his moan of pleasure turned to a scream of terror.

He bit down hard on the wadding in his mouth, squirting more vinegar down his throat.

She held on tight to his cock as the pain continued.

His cock and balls pulsed uncontrollably.

He tried to move his arms and legs. He wanted to grab her, hit out at her, kick her. His back arched off the X, trying to squirm out of her grip.

Anything to stop the pain.

But his bindings were too tight.

His orgasm exploded through the pain; the cum shooting from his cock and into the night.

But the pain continued.

He could feel her pulling at the skin.

He could feel it sliding against his shaft, moving one way, and then reversing.

He felt like she was slicing through him, but he knew his fears must have been amplified in the dark.

He hoped they were.

Prayed they were.

She wouldn’t do that to me! She wouldn’t!

He felt something sharp drag his cock skin the other way again, and then he felt the snap as it clicked closed.

She let go of him then, his erection already subsiding in all the terror and agony. The last drips of cum oozing from his tip.

His head fell forward and his back slammed against the X. The cold hard wood now a comfort to him. The wadding in his mouth had moved further down the back of his throat as he had tried to scream. He used his tongue as best he could to push the wadding forward in his mouth again.

He waited for more.

He waited for her as the pain ebbed through him.

But that was the last time she had touched him.

And now it felt like hours ago to him.

John’s arms were completely numb, as were his legs. The burning sensation around his groin had changed to a dull warmth. But he could still feel his pulse through the pain in his cock. And with his cock limp now, he was sure he could feel the cold touch of steel resting on his balls.

He wasn’t sure of it, but he could make a good guess.

She had pierced his cock.

And inserted a ring.

He was sure of it.

Now, he was hers.

Forty-two

The muscle cramps spread up John’s legs and back. They arched through his whole body, slicing through his shoulders and ramming into his brain. He bit down hard on the wadding in his mouth, willing the cramps to stop.

Even though the air around him was cold, he was sweating as the cramps attacked him yet again.

How long?
he wondered.
How long do I have to stay like this?

He’d begun counting the seconds, trying to judge time. But it was no use.

His brain didn’t want to work properly. He couldn’t concentrate on anything for more than a few seconds. Even though he was tied to the X and had nothing to do other than think, he found it increasingly hard to keep his thoughts in line.

He wanted to keep track of time, to try and work out how long he’d been tied there, but his brain wouldn’t co-operate.

How long now?

He had no idea.

It was dark when we started this. I remember seeing the sun set. That was while Zoe and I were both still on the table.

He remembered the sex then. He could picture in his mind her puckered anus and the warm inviting folds of her vagina as she sat on his face. He could still taste her and smell her.

He began to grow hard again.

And the pain pulsed through his cock once more, slicing up his body.

Think of something else, quick!

His mind swirled, trying to sprint but managing only to stagger.

There was the bathroom. Then she blindfolded me and brought me here. How long did it take? How long?

He didn’t know.

It had felt as if he’d walked for miles to get to where he was now. But he realised it couldn’t have been that far.

It had to be near the church.

Zoe had left him twice while he was tied here.

Did she go back to the church?

Yeah, she must have.

How long was she gone?

I don’t know.

Try and work it out!

How?

He shook his head from side to side.

It was Monday night. That was all he was sure of.

Or maybe Tuesday morning.

Tuesday.

A whole weekend gone.

Three days out of his life that he was powerless to control.

Powerless.

How quickly lives could change…

If only I’d known all this was going to happen Friday night, I would’ve stayed at work. I wouldn’t’ve gone home. I would’ve –

Work!

Tuesday!

Possibilities started to roll around in his mind.

Work! They would’ve missed me! They would’ve wondered where I am! I didn’t show up, so they’ll have started looking for me.

They have to!

He prayed they would.

He
knew
they would.

“And what good is that gonna do you?” Richard asked.

Huh?

“Well, I know you work with some pretty special people, but I don’t think they’re going to start calling up all the churches in the countryside to find you.”

I know that.

“They’re not going to know where to look for you.”

Of course not. But they’ll call home, and when they get no answer, they’ll call the hospital and when they find out Helen hasn’t arrived for work either, they’ll get suspicious!

“Really?”

Of course!

“You have great faith in your fellow workmates.”

That’s what they’ll do!

“And then what will they do?”

Huh?

“After they’ve made this great leap of logic, that you’re in trouble and need help, what are they going to do?”

I don’t know.

“Call the police? And tell them what?”

I don’t know.

“Search your house for clues? And find what?”

I don’t know.

“Well, looks like they’ll be here later rather than sooner,” Richard concluded.

Just shut up.

“They’re not going to find you.”

They’ll know something is wrong.

“Really? How will they know that?”

They just will.

“I see.” Richard continued. “But to me it just looks like a husband and wife have gone off together for a little unplanned holiday. Maybe a dirty weekend. They all know things have been strained between you and Helen. They’ll understand. They might be a bit miffed you didn’t tell them about it, but they’ll get over it. No one will think it’s strange.”

Yes they will.

“Why?”

Because that’s not like us, it’s not like Helen and me.

“No, it isn’t, is it?”

No, that’s what I said.

“Not like you to do anything risky…”

Exactly.

“And you wouldn’t lie to cover your tracks while you do something else, now would you?”

No I wouldn’t.

“Wouldn’t, huh? My, we have changed.”

Shut up.

“Just helping you pass the time, my friend. You’ll be here for a while yet.”

John pulled at the chains around his wrists. His hands were cold and numb, but he could still feel the chain bite his wrists as he tugged on them.

I’ve got to get out of this.

“Good luck, buddy. But at least you pass the say-something-obvious test.”

Very funny. I don’t see you helping me.

“You don’t see anything at the moment.”

Quit with the wise cracks.

“Oh, I’m deadly serious. You’ve got yourself tied up in a real mess.”

I told you to stop trying to be funny.

“And those blindfolds aren’t the only things stopping you from seeing.”

Huh?

“Come on, John. Use your mind. Push through the years and try to divorce your fact from your fiction. We all make mistakes, I know that, but don’t believe everything you’ve been told.”

I don’t understand!

“That’s part of your problem. Don’t believe everything Zoe’s telling you, you have no reason to. Not after she lied about the car keys and then the gun.”

I
have
to believe her.

“Do you think she’s believed everything you’ve told her?”

John thought about that for a few seconds.

Probably not.

“Well, there you go. She doesn’t trust you, so why should you trust her? If she trusted you, why would she tie you up like this?”

This is what she likes.

“What
she
likes?”

Yes.

“Really?”

This is what Fox taught her sex was all about.

“There you go again!”

I have to trust her. I need her help.

“I know that. But start thinking for yourself. Really, try
thinking
for a change.”

I am. I AM! That’s ALL I’m doing!

“Try to sort the lies from the truth.”

I can’t. There isn’t time!

“Isn’t time?” Richard laughed his throaty laugh. “Pal, you’re tied up and going nowhere. You have all the time in the world. Heck, you’ve probably got all night!’

Zoe will be back.

“Yeah, I know that. But probably not until morning.”

It could almost be morning now!

“It could, but you don’t really believe that, now do you? You’ve got hours to go. Plenty of time.”

For WHAT?

Richard sighed, “You’re not just fighting her, pal. You’re fighting yourself too.”

I don’t understand.

“Pal, that’s the whole
fuckin’ problem!
I keep saying that over and over again!”

Silence returned to John’s head.

His stomach felt heavy. It had stopped growling from hunger pains, as if it had given up trying.

John wondered if he were starting to get delusional. He’d only had a couple of glasses of water for the whole day. He was sure that if the wet cloth weren’t in his mouth, he’d be dry and thirsty. Instead, he had the sour taste of vinegar that was keeping his tongue and throat wet.

How long can a man survive without food before he goes mad?

He knew he should be embarrassed about his situation. He knew he should try to get away or to take back control. But his body wouldn’t allow it. His willpower was sapped. He didn’t know if it was the lack of food or drink, or whether Zoe’s games had taken a toll on his mind.

Either way, he needed to try and get his mind into gear and start planning ahead.

He had to be at his best when he met Fox.

He had to teach the guy that he’d gone too far this time.

He needed to
kill.

He recognised that now as he stood there in the cold night with time to think.

I want to kill Fox.

I want to force him to beg for his life and then I want to kill him slowly.

As the cold bit into his wounds even more, and his numb body started to shiver, he began to work it all out.

Tomorrow has to be the day. She knows I’m going to be missed at work. They’ll get suspicious if I don’t show at work two days in a row and don’t contact them. She must realise that. If she doesn’t, I’ll tell her. She has to let me go then.

His mind was clearing now. Thoughts and ideas were forming fast.

We’ll wait until Tuesday night. That will be our best chance. We’ll take the Jeep and drive to Redlingford and surprise Fox and his gang. We don’t have any weapons, but I’m sure we can fake him out somehow. There’s got to be something around the church we can use. That old machinery shed. Yeah, there must be something in here we could use – even if it’s just sharp metal of some kind. Sharp and dangerous.

John smiled underneath the hood.

But what if he’s got guards posted?

Even better. We’ll pull over before we get to the farmhouse and we’ll walk the rest of the way. Maybe we’ll find one of his guards. We can overpower him. Zoe can distract him with her body, show him her breasts or something, come on to him, and I can knock him out and take his gun. Then we’ll be armed.

John’s smile grew bigger

And ready to fight.

John thought about Zoe. She’d seemed so scared, so terrified, when they first met. Now she was in control, giving the orders, telling him what to do. A regular little general.

A general in leather.

And half naked.

God, what a body! And what a performer!

John felt the cold metal move on his balls. His cock was starting to grow.

And so did the pain.

No! Stop thinking about her. Think about other things!

The pain grew more intense.

I’ve got to talk her into helping me get Fox. I have to.

But he knew the mere mention of Fox’s name could see her defences crumble, and that was the problem.

I have to get her to come with me, but as she is now. Powerful and in control. There has to be a way.

But he knew that wasn’t very likely. She’d gone to face Fox herself and had crumbled in front of him. Her plan had fallen to pieces around her, scattered in the dirt of the driveway along with Helen’s life.

Or so she said…

John pictured the way Zoe’s face gave away her emotions, no matter how hard she tried to hide them.

He knew the plan wouldn’t work.

But it was the only one he had right now.

But it’s not going to work!

His smile fell along with his hopes.

His mind emptied of thoughts and his body sagged against the wood behind him.

We’re all beaten. Each and every one of us.

He knew that now.

We can’t get out of the traps we’ve laid for ourselves. Eventually everything catches up with us.