Bought By The Billionaire

Chilled by the implicit threat in my captor’s words, nonetheless, I keep talking. “What are you going to do with me? Ransom me? Is that it? You want back the money you stole in the first place?”

Mack swings around again to look at me. This time the car almost comes off the road. “I told you. Shut it.”

He drives to a less appealing part of town; old abandoned warehousing and industrial units. The area is depressing, with very few people apart from a couple of what look like homeless types, curled up in sleeping bags atop, or under, old cardboard boxes. Broken bottles and hypodermic needles are scattered over the ground. No reputable person is going to wander here accidentally. Do they intend to hold me prisoner here? In this awful place?

Mack pulls up at the back of an old warehouse, brick built, run down and empty, several stories tall, but long unused and falling into disrepair. Broken windows access black spaces and pigeon nests. The remains of an old hoist and winch groans in the wind from the top storey.

As I am escorted out of the car, a thug firmly holding me by each arm, Mack says “Don’t get any ideas. Konner here….” He indicates the ape to my left. “… has a nasty side and he would love to start celebrations with you early.” Again, the tacit threat.

I look at Konner to see the ‘gun’ still showing through his pocket, aimed right at me. Glancing around, hoping for help from a couple of the lost and the lonely curled up in their cardboard shelters, no-one even looks at us. We could be invisible for all the notice they take.

I am escorted into the building and up several flights of stinking and graffitied stairs, the pungence of human urine hanging over everything, making my eyes sting. Now that we are finally isolated from the rest of the human race, Konner pulls the gun out of his pocket to where I can see it clearly, loosely trained on me. The other of Mack’s toughs is almost twisting my arm out of its socket as he forces me up the steps.

At the top of the stairs, paint-peeled door swings open, to reveal the room’s solitary occupant. Adele stares out at me at me from a chair.

“How lovely to have you here Elizabeth. And poor Mack there, is so pleased to have you visit us too. You are going to compensate him after all for the trouble you cost him, put things to rights for him.”

“You’re ransoming me?”

“Yes, Dear. We’re going to ransom you. Mack here just wants his fair payment for all that he was robbed of. I’m sure Richard will be happy to pay for you.”

nod, quite certain of my ground now. “Of course

be

for a moment. “I thought you said you were going to ransom

Sweetie. We are. But you won’t be returning to your precious Richard. Adele here wants you

say to Adele “Richard’s not interested in you. You had your chance with him,

and forth. “Well…. yes. Perhaps I did make some mistakes with him. But I

give them the satisfaction of asking, so I

sure where they intend to take you. Somewhere in the depths of

with the price they’re offering for Beth here, how many cocks do you think she’s going to have to suck

like to say. Quite a lot obviously. Several dozen a day I should think. And that’s if all they want is cock-sucking, which doesn’t seem likely

own attempts to speak, I hold my silence, terror pooling in the pit of my stomach. If

smell his sour breath. He always made my skin crawl, but now, as his hand slides over my breast, I could vomit. Shrinking from his touch, I try to back away, but he follows,

you want to watch? While we educate Beth here in

world Mack,” she

were promised some of

of me where suddenly, the two thugs are flanking me once more. Each takes one of my arms, holding me fixed between them. Mack presses himself against me, sliding a hand under

they intend for me sinks in. Fruitlessly I try

I yell.

your choice now, Sweetie. Your choices have been made