Chapter 10
It was eerily quiet again. The glimmer from the candle beside the bed flickered softly against the harshness that was Holly’s circumstances. She lay across the still damp bed, and waited. Then Holly heard the now all too familiar sound of a match striking. Not again, she thought to herself. She waited. The smell of sulfur again filled the air in the room. But there was another smell Holly didn’t immediately recognize. It was more aromatic then the pungent smell of burning sulfur. Then she realized what it was…cigar smoke.
Trent was leisurely smoking a hand-rolled Italian cigar after having found a discarded lounge chair in the corner of the room to relax and unwind in. Normally, Trent was not a smoker, but every now and then - for special occasions -he would indulge himself with a fine cigar. This for Trent was one of those special occasions. He could still see Holly in the dimly lit room; it’s only illuminating coming from the slow burning candle on the side of the bed. Her half-naked body and her womanhood were fully exposed…waiting… beckoning his return.
Trent began to think about how good it felt being inside Holly, especially without her expressed permission; the look of shock and fear in her eyes. It was a major turn on for him, and thinking about it gave him another erection. Trent began to slowly stroke his hardening cock as he smoked his Italian hand rolled cigar. As his manhood began to pulse insistently, Trent decided not to waste any of his precious sperm by jacking himself all the way off. He took a long slow drag on his cigar, left it burning in the makeshift ashtray, and made his way across the room to where Holly lay. Trent had momentarily had enough of Holly’s pussy for the moment and decided he wanted his cock to explode in a new location. Holly screamed in pain as she felt Trent pressing his stiff cock into her narrow anal opening. The pain was blinding and fresh tears began to fall from Holly’s eyes. Once Trent stroked her ass enough to widen her anal opening, his assault was relentless until again Holly’s body was invaded with a million little remnants of Trent’s life germ.
Over the course of the next 12 hours, Trent raped Holly repeatedly; doing to her body whatever he saw fit. At one point Holly slipped into unconsciousness. Trent’s malicious desire to torture and humiliate would not be squelched by her unconsciousness; at first it didn’t matter to him whether she was present in the moment with him or not. But the more Trent thought about it, the more he realized that in order for him to be completely satisfied and for Holly to be truly and utterly broken, she didn’t need to miss a thing. Trent contemplated what he could do to jar her back into the present, being ever mindful of the necessity of not leaving a mark – at least where someone else could see when Holly was fully clothed.
Trent carefully unbuttoned Holly’s chartreuse blouse that when pristine, accentuated her pantsuit to perfection. Holly didn’t stir under his gentle touch. After undoing the last button, Trent traced Holly’s midline with his finger; slowly making his way up to her breasts, lovingly encased in a lace front bra that matched her panties.
Once he tired of her, Trent redressed and retrieved the knife he’d previously discarded. As he did so, he began to speak.
“At first when I decided to make you pay for what you did to me, I seriously considered killing you,” he said very matter-of-factly. Holly was shocked by what he said but was too mentally and physically spent to react. Besides, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her fearful again... at least not now.
Trent continued, “Then, I thought better of it. I realized if I killed you that would be the end of it… me torturing and terrorizing you would be over. You wouldn’t have to live with it because your ass would be dead,” he chuckled sadistically. “So instead, I made the executive decision to let you live; that way, you would have to live with what I’ve done…” he paused allowing his words to sink in. Trent was postulating again, like he was in the boardroom instead of this makeshift bedroom in a dilapidated house.
As if making a second point in a bullet pointed presentation, Trent continued. “Now, I contemplated what your next move would be if I was kind enough to let you live – whether you would be that kind of brazen hoe that would run to the cops and tell, or whether you would spill your guts to your bitch ass girlfriend Blythe… I hate that fake ass bitch too…” Trent said, almost as an afterthought. “But then it dawned on me,” he went on, “you ain’t gone tell no motherfucka. You know why?” He paused not really waiting for a response from Holly. What she said mattered not to him. He walked over to the head of the bed, near Holly’s head. He bent down and grabbed her chin in his hand.
“You’re not going to tell because your precious career means too much to you. Think about it… who would believe that an upstanding accomplished man like myself would have to resort to taking something you knew you wanted to give me? I mean, although you tried to keep our relationship on the down low, people suspected, wondered, speculated… who knows? Some of them may have even known for sure… I bet that prude bitch secretary of yours knew? Huh, she would rat your ass out in a minute, if given the chance…” Trent smirked.
“But you won’t tell. Oh no Ms. Holly, you won’t tell a single soul. You know why?” If you did go to the cops, one of the first things they would ask is how you knew me. You would have to admit to them that we dated, wouldn’t you? Then, God forbid, it gets back to the folks at Miller, Neil & Thompson. Your violation of their unwritten rules against getting involved with a coworker would place your precious career in jeopardy.”
He leaned closer to Holly forcing her to look him in the eyes. “Your chance at a partnership would be fucked,” he said; the sting of his venomous words striking a chord with Holly. Trent was boastful in his delivery, taking pride in his little speech as though he was speaking in front of a group of people that sincerely gave a damn about what he had to say. Although Holly hated to admit it, much of what the bastard was saying made sense. She knew Trent had her over a barrel. But something about Trent’s arrogance angered Holly. First he raped her, humiliated her, and belittled her; but now this?
He continued, “… so this is what we’re going to do.” He released the grip he had on Holly’s chin, pushing her head back into the mattress. Holly didn’t make a sound. She was tired… tired of crying… tired of Trent’s antics… tired of being afraid…
“I’m going to cut the ties from your arms and legs,” he said clicking the switchblade open and closed methodically.
“You will not try to run away. You will not resist. You will do exactly what the fuck I tell you to do. Understand?”
Holly did not answer. Her unresponsiveness angered Trent.
“Bitch did you hear what the fuck I said?” his voice escalating.
Holly still refused to respond. It was unclear as to whether she didn’t answer because she didn’t care what he said, or whether she thought in some strange way that her unresponsiveness gave her back a little bit of power in the situation. Holly’s disposition seemed to be changing. Hearing him say he didn’t plan on killing her did something for Holly. She knew she wasn’t totally out of the woods yet, but she also knew Trent’s ego and the confidence he had in his own plan, gave her a fighting chance. She steeled herself, the look of helplessness that once dominated her face relinquishing itself to burgeoning confidence. She would go along for now… Maybe Trent would be the one left wondering what she would do next.
Trent grew impatient very quickly. He forcefully grabbed Holly’s left wrist that was still attached to the bedpost by the silken tie.
“I don’t know who you think you’re fuckin’ with but just as easily as I can cut this tie, I can cut your fuckin’ wrist!”
Holly cleared her semen stained throat; speaking softly but clearly. “I understand Trent.”
Trent was a bit disturbed by her response. It wasn’t so much what she said but how she said it. There was an air of something there – confidence… arrogance? Naw, couldn’t be, he thought to himself… not after all I’ve put this bitch through. Trent dismissed it; silently reassuring himself
that he was still in control.
Trent took the blade of the knife and placed it against the silken knot on the inside of Holly’s wrist. “That’s more like it,” he replied slicing through the taut silk. Holly’s left hand was now free. Trent hesitated, waiting to see if Holly would try something. She didn’t. He moved to her right wrist and then to both her legs. With each cut of the silk ties, Trent paused to see if Holly was foolish enough to try anything. When she didn’t after both her arms and legs were free, Trent was confident he had the bitch in check.
Once freed from her restraints, Holly didn’t move out of the position she had been in for what felt like days. She intentionally lay there; willing herself to fight the desire to lash out or try to run away. Trent still had the knife, and she was still at a tremendous disadvantage, not knowing where she was or if she could actually get away from him unscathed. She thought that if she moved too fast, Trent may make good on his threat. So, she didn’t. Be patient Holly… just hang in there a little while longer; the worst of it may well be over.
After a few tension-filled moments, neither of them completely sure what the other would do, Holly began to move slowly and deliberately. She started with her legs. They had grown stiff after being restrained so long. It was a painful process. Although the silken scarves left no external injuries, Holly had sustained significant injury. Moving her legs was painful. Holly felt as if the inside of her vagina had been ripped and torn. She winced as she drew her legs together, slowly swinging them off the side of the mattress, and placing her still stiletto-covered feet on the floor.
Trent intently watched Holly’s every move, unsure if she would follow his commands or try to buck up against him. I wish that bitch would try me, he thought to himself; tightly holding the switchblade in his good hand, prepared to pounce at Holly’s slightest misstep.
Holly lifted her upper body from the now mattress; reawakening the pain in her neck and jaw. Instinctively she felt her neck where Trent had stabbed her. She wasn’t bleeding much anymore, but the puncture wound was painful to the touch. “Mmmm…” Holly moaned softly; not wanting to give Trent the satisfaction of knowing how much pain she was really in. Just keep it together girl… just keep it together… she thought to herself; praying her nightmare would soon end.
“Let’s go bitch…” Trent began, feeling Holly to be testing his patience moving so slowly. “I’m sick of looking atcha stank ass… get the fuck up and let’s get it moving,” he said moving closer to Holly, switchblade extended in her direction.
“What do you want me to do, walk out like this!?!” Holly screamed pointing down at her exposed lower half; incensed by Trent’s callous disposition. She couldn’t help herself. She was hurt and angry and felt so betrayed by this man she thought may have actually been her Mr. Right.
Holly’s brazen tone caught Trent off guard. He reached down on the bed, grabbing the crumpled and soiled sheet that once covered it and threw it in Holly’s general direction. “Bitch, you still don’t know who you fuckin with do ya?” he said, chuckling a little bit. “Don’t get it twisted… I have been known to change my motherfuckin’ mind,” he continued. “See you stupid as hell… you ain’t the fuck out of the woods yet bitch!” Trent was seething; the deranged look returning to his eyes. Trent walked over to Holly and stood directly in front of her, his 6’3 in frame towering over her. “I could kill yo stuck up ass right now and wouldn’t give less than a fuck… so don’t push me bitch…” Trent didn’t yell, he didn’t scream. It was unnecessary. He made his point very clear.
Holly knew she needed to back down and she did. Trent was unpredictable - moving so effortlessly from the polished articulate professional she thought she knew to this crazed maniacal animal. She had no way of knowing which Trent would show up, and Holly accepted that this was not the time to try him and find out.
“Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way…” Trent said, closing the minute distance between he and Holly.
It wasn’t necessary for Holly to speak. Her actions indicated she wanted to do it the easy way. Holly took a small step back from Trent and felt for the sheet to cover herself – accidentally bumping into the small table causing the burning candle to teeter as though it would fall.
“Clumsy bitch…” Trent said, stepping away from her, positioning himself between Holly and the entrance into the room. Holly quickly wrapped herself and waited for Trent to let her know what to do next. He didn’t speak. He simply turned and began to make his way out of the room. Holly followed behind him, looking back for a split second at the bed and the room that had been her temporary prison. She turned away quickly knowing she would be leaving a piece of herself there…