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subrob1967 -> Blackmailed into Submission End Game Part 3 (8/31/2011 10:41:32 AM)
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Mandy returns with a pissed off look on her face and I'm worried things didn't go well with Molly.
"Listen up Chris, your little stunt with your lawyer pissed Molly off big time! Now, your gonna tell me who she is so we can call her and tell her everything's going just peachy here! You're gonna be happy, I'm going to giggle, and Molly's going to listen in on speaker... So you better be convincing, or Molly hangs up and splits."
"Have you checked my calls to make sure we haven't missed it already?"
"FUCK! No, how do I work this fucking phone?"
Press the little button on the bottom, then slide the white bar over... From there it will pop up if I missed any calls." Mandy does as instructed, and breathes a sigh of relief, no missed calls.
"Now what?"
"Press the address book icon and my contacts will pop up, scroll down to Mary Norris..."
"The whip lady is your Lawyer?" Mandy asks with wry amusement.
"Yeah, just click on her name and it will dial her number, once it's ringing you'll have the option to put it on speaker."
Mandy dials a number and says, "Molly... I've come up with a solution so don't do anything drastic yes... Just listen!" Carrie listens in silence as Mandy speed dials Mary, who thankfully answers on the third ring.
"Hello Domina," I say in my most charming tone, Mandy giggles on cue, and I force a laugh. "I just wanted to call you before it got too late and let you know everything's good here, very good."
"Well boy, I can hear that, is your Goddess there?"
"She's ah... Preoccupied at the moment, if you like I can have her call you when she's ah, well in a little while."
"No, that's ok, I'll be "preoccupied" myself later, thank you for calling and letting me know, good night."
"Good night Domina, and thanks again." Mandy disconnects the call, and says, "we're clear," listens a moment, then hangs up her phone, setting them both on the table well out of reach.
"Well Chris, I guess it's that time... I just want you to know that after tonight, you or Lisa will never hear from me again, if you don't come after me, it's over as far as I'm concerned."
"One question before we start?" Mandy nods in accent. "You asked me why I'm still with Lisa even after what she's done... Let me ask you the same question."
"Oh that's an easy one... Money, more money than I've ever had. Six hundred thousand to be exact."
"You expect her to pay you?" I ask cynically.
Mandy smiles, "she already has,.. Or rather you have, and now that I've been paid for the job, it's time to earn my money." She rummages through our bag and pulls out our three gags, and examines them, she rejects the penis gag right away, then the red ball gag, and settles on the O ring gag.
"Am I going to have to knock your teeth out so I don't get bit?" Mandy asks as she steps over to the bed.
"No, let's just get this over with," I say with false bravado, because I'm scared shitless, and if I get a chance, I'll rip her throat out with my teeth. She approaches me warily, and I guess she heard something in my tone she didn't like. Mandy's left hand snakes out and grabs my nose, pinching it none too gently and forces my head down to the mattress.
"If you fucking bite me, I'll shatter every bone in your face and leave you here to rot... Don't fuck with me!" I can see in her eyes she means every bit of her statement, so I allow her to gag me. Surprisingly, she doesn't tighten the straps too tight, just enough to make sure I can't spit the gag out, and I wonder why she's going to great lengths not to damage my face. Mandy rolls me over onto my back, and my trapped arms, and the humbler send waves of agony coursing through my body. Tears are forming, and I let out a wheezy moan as she sits on my lower back and unties my swollen and purple wrists. I scream in almost silent agony as my hands ignite into fire.
"Fuck!" I hear her curse softly, as she climbs off me and grabs our bag. My limbs are too painful to even consider moving, so I just lay still on my stomach, arms limply at my sides. I don't know what pissed her off, and once again she surprises me by using my padded wrist and ankle cuffs to secure me to the bed. I can't understand why she's both torturing me, and holding back at the same time. I almost pass out from my tortured shoulder muscles as she drags my arms over my head to secure them to the head board. "Don't kick me!" She warns as she unties my calves, I'm tempted, seeing how my legs aren't nearly as sore as my upper body.But with the humbler, the only kick I might manage is a heel kick from the knee, weak at best. So I let her secure my ankles without a fight, and wonder how one goes about hiring a hit man.
Mandy methodically beats every square inch of my torso, pelvis and thighs with her garden hose. Her blows are hard enough to bruise deeply, but not enough to cause internal injuries, I don't remember blacking out. The strong smell of Ammonia brings me back around, when my eyes come into focus, I see Mandy's hand holding a capsule under my nose. My body feels like it's been run over by a train, and even the slightest movement has me wracked in pain. Mandy rolls me onto my stomach, and I can tell she's finally starting to fatigue. I almost pass out a second time, but Mandy uses another capsule to make sure I stay conscious. "Time to wake up Sleeping Beauty," she says softly in my ear. She hops off the bed, and moves the footlocker to the head of the bed, right near my face.
Mandy stands it on end, then set's up the laptop so I can see the display, opening Skype, she types a name, clicks on the person and starts a video chat. While the chat boots up she removes my brunette wig and throws it aside.
"Someone wants to talk to you," she says seductively, and yanks my head back. My teary eyes focus on the screen, and Molly's smiling face stares back at me.
"Hello Christopher, I see you've met my sister... Isn't she something special?" My gag prevents me from cursing her out, but I can tell she knows what I'm feeling by the sadistic gleam in her eyes.
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"Damn it Jing, where the fuck is he?"
"Calm down Blondie, my boys just picked him up... They'll be here in fifteen minutes."
"And how long will it take to get to the warehouse?"
"Ten, maybe fifteen, tops."
"That's fifteen minutes behind schedule!"
"This ain't one of your flights Blondie, not that you can brag about on time service," Jing and two of his boys chuckle as Carrie sits there fuming at the delay.
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"So how do you like my game now? I TOLD YOU YOU WERE MAKING A MISTAKE YOU STUPID CUNT!" Molly steps out of the camera lens and I see Lisa bent over a rough saw horse, her arms and legs bound to the legs of the tool.
Molly steps up behind a gagged and crying Lisa and holds up her engagement ring. "Really?" She mocks, "you spent MY MONEY ON THIS TRASH? SHE WAS A FUCKING WHORE, SHE SLEPT WITH MEN FOR MONEY, AND YOU WANT TO MARRY HER?"
Molly snaps her fingers and three faces I know from my nightmares step into view. Mandy ties a rope around my forehead, then runs it to the foot board, keeping my eyes on the screen. I know what's coming, but I'm helpless to do anything about it. Mandy steps out of sight, a sound of disgust in her voice, and I wonder briefly if she feels any remorse for what's about to happen. Ben is first, I guess it's because he has the smallest dick. I can't bear to watch, and squeeze my eyes shut.
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"You wait here unseen while I go make sure Paco understands his instructions." Jing says to Carrie when a. car running without lights pulls into the alley behind them. He's gone five minutes, further delaying the plan, when he returns, he says, "let's roll... Ok Blondie, once we get there you stay in the car until we secure the building. My boys will bring the young one out to Paco, and once he leaves, you get your time with the old Bitch."
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"MANDY! HE WATCHES EVERYTHING, IF HE CLOSES HIS EYES AGAIN, CUT HIS BALLS OFF AND LEAVE HIM."
"You heard her Chris, don't force me to do it!" Mandy says in a no nonsense tone. I don't believe for a second she's a killer, but have no doubts about Molly. I lay there shattered, watching the woman I love get raped. To be honest, I really don't care when Mandy climbs up behind me, and starts fucking me with the strap on, she's rough, and I don't think she's deriving any pleasure from it, she's doing it for Molly... For the money. The dildo shoots luke warm cum deep, and she quickly swaps the white cock for the black one. She rapes me again, as I watch Molly laughing and Casey take his turn with Lisa.
"You fucking stay with me here Chris!" Mandy hisses, too low for Molly to hear, "help is on the way, Lisa will be safe... Fucking stay with me damn it!"
"Help is on the way... Help is on the way..." Somewhere in the back of my mind those words resonate, but I've already given up. Mandy shoots the second load, and climbs off the bed. I feel myself praying for death, begging for release. I can deal with my own violation, I've survived it before, and became stronger, but watching Lisa suffer is too much for me to handle. Mandy's phone rings, and she whispers something below my hearing before stepping back to the bed.
"You listen to me you selfish Bastard," Mandy continues too softly for the mic to pick up. "Your Goddess will need you after tonight, you need to be strong and keep it together!" Then much louder, "that's enough Sissy! he's broken... Time to end this!" Mandy says as she unties my head, and blindfolds me.
"IT'S NOT OVER UNTIL I SAY IT'S OVER... HEY! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Molly is shouting, I can't see anything but I hear a man talking to Molly.
"Miss Blake? The Senator sends his regards!"
I get really confused because I hear Molly yelling in the background, "NO, DON'T SHOOT THEM!" Followed by "kill the computer, A!"
I literally piss myself when I hear a revolver hammer draw back somewhere behind me here in the basement with Mandy and me. A man's voice growls, "where's the blonde?"
Mandy screams, and says, "Please, don't shoot me!..."
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"B get the girl dressed and bring her outside, C, keep an eye on these sick fucks! D, tape the fat broad up to that chair, check her for Taser's, and watch for any move she might make!" Jing commands his team, never taking his eyes or muzzle off Molly..."
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"I said, where the fuck is the blonde?" The voice behind me is louder and more menacing now.
"She's not here, she's with Molly at another location, please, don't hurt me!" Mandy's tone is a pleading whine, and if I wasn't gagged, or scared shitless I'd warn the guy about her training. I hear another set of foot steps and a second male voice say, "she ain't here, I checked the whole house..."
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Once Molly is secured and D standing guard, Jing helps bring Lisa to Paco. Once that's done, he walks over to the Explorer to get Carrie...
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"Grab the red head, she can take us to the blonde and the primary target, hurry up, we ain't got all night!"
"What about... That poor Bastard on the bed? He looks fucked up!"
"Leave him, looks like he's a victim, and he ain't seen us... He'll either get free or die, either way, we're clear..."
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"Blondie, we got a slight problem here..."
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"NO Please, I can tell you where, they're at, I'm just a hired hand, like you!" Mandy whines as they drag her out of the basement, leaving me bound and alone!...
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"What problem Jing?" Carrie asks, unconcerned.
"There were three sick fucks taking turns on the blonde, what do you want to do with them?"
"Did you get their names?"
Jing pulls three Illinois drivers license out of his pocket and reads, "Ben Spurlock, Casey Croix, and Gerald Forbes."
"Shoot them in front of Molly, then I'll come in."
"Gonna cost you..."
"They're flunkies, five for each of your guys, fifteen for you, twenty for Johnny."
Jing thinks about it, remembers Lisa's bloody body tied to the saw horse and nods once. "Give me five minutes."...
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I lay there trying to hold it together, who the fuck were those guys looking for Lisa? The Senator sends his regards? DIRK! Dirk sent the goons, and they're after my Lisa! I sink into a deep dark pit, knowing I'm responsible for everything that's happening. At some point exhaustion, or maybe it was the abuse my body's taken, or maybe just dispair causes me to pass out, laying in a puddle of piss...
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Carrie walks in, steps around the bodies and straight up to a completely freaked out Molly. She's crying, shaking her head in denial, and trying to break her wrists free of the multiple layers of duct tape holding her to the chair.
"Hello Molly, looks like your in a bit of a pickle here, you just couldn't leave things be, you had to get revenge... How's that working out for you?"
"You? What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Oh, I've been keeping tabs on you for weeks now, and Mandy too." Carrie twists the blade a bit, "in fact, Mandy should be getting to the airport, and flying back home in about an hour... You see, I met her in NY a week ago and convinced her to sell you out."
"Your fucking lying!" Molly spits out, more fearful than ever.
"Molly Molly Molly, Mandy did sell you out, how do you think I found you here? She's taking your half million and running... And I'm providing the airfare."
Molly digests what Carrie's saying, but doesn't quite believe her yet. "I don't believe you, prove it!"
Carrie shows her the last text she sent, then dials Mandy's phone. "You got the money, and are leaving the country, right Miranda?"
"First flight I can get, you kept your word, I'll keep mine... Listen, I'm sorry I even got involved, and for threatening your girlfriend, after we hang up, this phone is gone, and so am I."
"Goodbye Mandy, I hope we never meet again." Carrie kills the call and looks at a totally defeated Molly. "We have a bit of a dilemma here Molls, one of the guys I'm working with wants you in jail, but that will more than likely change when he finds out what you did to his daughter tonight... The OTHER guy wants you dead like your pet rapists there... What's a girl to do?"
"Who are you working with, and why would he want me dead?" Molly's totally confused, she hasn't collected a payoff in over a year now.
"Judge Roy Carmichael, you see I went to see him when Mandy told me your plans, he's the one who introduced me to Senator Dirk who upon hearing of the video in your possession cut me a deal... Ring any bells?"
"Listen... You gotta get me out of this! You got Mandy out, right?"
"Yeah," Carrie says with a head tilt to the side, "but all she did was rough Chris up a bit, and fuck him up the ass... But I don't know if that counts seeing how he loves getting fucked by girls... Dirk is powerfully mad, it would take a considerable amount of money to placate him... Then there's my cut, I'm entitled to "dip my beak," as our friends in the other room would say."
"You Bitch! You just want my money! My fucking house isn't enough?"
"It was... UNTIL YOU COULDN'T JUST STAY IN MIAMI... NOW if you want to live to see another day, it'll cost you... You fuck with the big dogs, you pay their price... What's it gonna be? Plomo o Plata?"
"What?"
"Lead or Silver... You either pay or die right here."
"How do I know you just won't kill me after you get my money?"
"How long did it take Chris to crack your accounts? Did you even remember to change your passwords with your overwhelming desire for revenge? If all I wanted was your money, I would have stopped your sister, and convinced Chris, to take another shot at your computer... What's it gonna be, you have five minutes to give me an answer."
"How much?"
"All of it!"
"That'll leave me broke!"
"That'll leave you alive, and with whatever you have in domestic accounts... Four minutes."
"You gotta leave me something to start over with, please?"
"Three Minutes... No, I'm not leaving you with resources to plan another attack against Chris or me."
"How do you know I won't anyway?"
"You really want to piss off Chris's Father in Law, and a Senator? That's two powerful enemies...Two minutes Molly, after that I walk away!"
"Fine! I have your word you'll let me go?"
"I'll even provide you with a ride to the airport, and a ticket back to Miami... By the way, Ruthie's deli is much better than Castro's, walk the extra block, it's worth it..." Carrie has butterflies as she steps out of the warehouse ten minutes later. She's done it! Five point eight million dollars! She figures four for Johnny, and the five she gave Mandy leaves her and Sophie with a cool four point nine million dollars, and more importantly, Molly and Lisa gone permanently... She doesn't even flinch when Jing's gun fires three times... Jing and his men join Carrie in the Explorer, and leave the bodies where they lay... Let the cops try to figure it out. As they drive Carrie back to the Cub Foods where she left her car, Jing gets a call.
"It's done, they left her in an alley off Broadway sitting in her car, they made it look like a jacking, grabbed her purse and ring... Satisfied?"
Carrie nods and opens her computer, "account number?"
"You paying NOW?" Jing asks incredulously.
"Can you think of a better time? I know we agreed to three fifty five, but I'm throwing in a bonus for a job well done."
"Cool, cool... Johnny be happy, he was worried bout you coming up with the money, Blondie, he really likes you."
"Well, to be honest Jing, I hope I never have to do business with you again... But it's comforting to know I have such friends."
"Cool, cool..."
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"Chris! Wake up damn it!" Sophie screeches in a tear filled voice. "He's not responding... HURRY!"
I think I feel someone freeing my hands and feet, but I don't care, I just want to lay here and die! It's all my fault Dirk got Lisa... If only I..."
"Damn it Chris, wake the fuck up, that's an order Bitch!" The sound of Carrie's harsh voice drags me back to reality. Somehow I'm free of my restraints, and somebody has covered me with a strange comforter.
"Take it easy Baby, we got you," Sophie's concerned tone has me feeling warm and safe for the moment. "Try to roll over so we can get a look at you." With a little assistance and a lot of pain I manage to roll onto my back.
Sophie gasps, and looks at Carrie, angrily? Or am I imagining things? I can't fucking tell. "Chris, tell us what happened here, where the fuck is Lisa?" Carrie's no nonsense tone has me thinking back over tonight's events.
"Mandy, and Molly and Dirk...Oh My!" I manage to say maniacally, throat completely dry because of the gag, have I completely lost it?.
"Mandy? HERE? When?"
"Need water, can't talk."
"Can you move? We should get you to our house if Mandy's around.
"Need help, she beat me bad."
"Who, Damn it!" Carrie says as she helps me to my feet, my abdomen and thighs are screaming in protest as Carrie supports me across the floor and upstairs.
"Soph, please run down and turn off the heater, I'll try to find him something to wear, I want to get him home to our house... Chris, can you stand there by yourself for a minute?"
I nod and wince as I lean against my kitchen counter, it hurts to even lift the bottle of water Sophie placed in my hands. Sophie comes back up and comforts me until Carrie returns carrying sweats, my red ruched top, and sneakers. With effort the girls boost me up on the counter long enough to get the sweats on. I don't even flinch when Carrie squat's to pull my pants up even though she's eye to eye with my cock.
"I'll grab his jacket,"Carrie says, and hurries toward the foyer closet.
"Vicodin, medicine cabinet," I mumble to Sophie, as she adjusts my top into a loose halter.
"How did you know I was here?" I ask Carrie as she helps me into my bomber.
"When we came home from dinner your garage door was wide open, and Lisa's car was missing. We thought we'd better check in on you."
"Should have left me to die... It's all my fault, wasn't careful enough."
Sophie returns from the bathroom with the Vicodin, and she takes one arm while Carrie takes the other to drag me home. "Shh, we have to keep it down, Mama and Papa might be in bed." Sophie whispers between front doors.
Carrie stops dead in her tracks and stares at Sophie in shock. "What are your parents doing here tonight?"
"It's cold out here my Love, we'll talk while Chris takes a hot soak in our tub, he looks like he needs it!" We enter the foyer trying to be as quiet as possible, unfortunately we run right into Mama Doukis coming out of the kitchen carrying a mug of tea, one look at the girls supporting me, my ruined make up, and exposed cleavage, has her dropping the mug to shatter on the hardwood floor.
"JOE, SOMETHINGS HAPPENED TO CHRIS!" She yells out, tears forming in her eyes.
"Mama, I can explain," I start to say, but her hands go to the side of my head and she kisses my cheek. Carrie has an "oh shit!" expression but Sophie's is oddly serene.
"What did they do to you my son?" Mama asks tearfully as Joe steps out of the family room.
"Chris, do I need to take you to a hospital son?" Not one question as to why I was wearing make up or fake tits, only concern about my health.
"No Papa, I'll be alright, I just need a hot soak, and to clean up, I'll explain everything when I'm done, ok?"
"Ok Son, but if you have any internal injuries, you might not know until it's too late."
"Trust me Papa, the person who did this knew what she was doing, they don't want me dead, just in tremendous pain."
"Ok Chris, you go clean up and we'll talk in a bit... We love you Son," Mama Doukis says with a sad smile.
"Mama, Papa, I'll be right back after I help Chris out." Sophie says with a look of gratitude. They help me into the master bath, and Carrie starts the tub while Sophie hands me a couple of Vicodin. When Carrie returns she says, "I'm going next door for the wheel chair, we should have thought of that before... Should I grab anything else?"
"I think that's a bad idea Sis, you're safe here, why risk it?" I say, fear of Mandy or the two guys lingering around."
"I'll take Sophie, besides I have a feeling they're long gone... They left you for dead, remember?"
"You aren't going to listen to reason are you," I say, more resigned than argumentative.
"Chris... Look in the mirror and ask me about reasonable," Carrie says with a smile to ease the blow, she kisses me and asks, "anything else you need for the night? You're staying here."
"A sweatshirt, the adhesive remover for my tits, and my phone in case Lisa calls... It's downstairs near where you found me... And Sis, there's a Taser in my purse in the kitchen in case you need it."
"Ok Bro, let's get you into the tub so we can get over there and back." They help me into the tub filled with Epsom salt, and I sink down to my chin, while they run next door.
Once inside my house Carrie turns to Sophie and say's "why the hell didn't you tell me your parents were coming Love?"
"Hey, you wanted a fucking alibi! How could you let Mandy hurt Chris like that!"
"It had to look real to Chris! Don't you understand that? Please Baby, tonight has been the worse night of my life, I... I had people killed!... I need you."
"I told you I was with you one hundred percent, I'm just as guilty as you are... We did it to protect Chris, and it was the right thing to do, so I'm not mad about that, but did you see his body? He'll be lucky if he can move on Monday... And how long do you think it'll be before the cops show up to tell him?"
"They took her purse, so it should take a few hours to track her back to Chris's. We need to have him ready."
"Well Mama and Papa are willing to testify that we all went to dinner in Greek-town tonight, so we're covered there."
"Baby, why? Why would they lie and risk trouble?"
"They are protecting their children, all of us... Lover, they know about Molly, and what she did to Chris."
"You told them? When?"
"Before Chris told you... After he dumped it on me I had to talk to someone, and I promised I wouldn't tell you... So I spoke to Papa and Mama, the only other people I trust completely... Please, don't be mad."
"I'm not mad, my love, this is shock... Shock that their willing to lie for my brother."
"OUR BROTHER, and as far as they're concerned, THEIR SON!"
I soak for a good thirty minutes, and Sophie helps me clean up and remove my tits. I guess I should be honest and say she does all the work, because I lost the ability to care, I just want to sit there and die. Sophie is trying to help, deep down I know that, but "the Senator sends his regards, and where's the blonde?" Keep running through my head, and my guilt is crushing me.
"Come on Sweetie, Mama made you some soup, let's get you out of that tub, and into some warm clothes."
"Please leave me alone Soph, can't you see, Lisa's either dead, or dying and it's all my fault! I asked Carrie to send that package to Dirk, and the fucker shows up just as Molly makes her move, why didn't he get her in Miami, Lisa would be safe now!"
"You don't know she's dead Baby, or that it's your fault... Chicago IS his town, I'm sure he has people everywhere here. You have to stop blaming yourself... Hey, I'll be right back." Sophie leaves to speak to Carrie in the bedroom. "We have to tell him,"
"That we had his Goddess killed, are you out of your fucking mind?"
"That's not what I meant Bitch!" Sophie hisses back, angry with her lover's tone. "You have to tell him you didn't mail the tape to Dirk! He already believes Dirk is responsible, and his guilt is tearing him up! Show him the envelope, so he can stop blaming himself, damn it!"
"And how the fuck do we explain Dirk's involvement then, Genius?"
"We don't, because we don't fucking know, Genius! Maybe Molly did try to blackmail him, maybe it was that other girl who was involved... It doesn't matter how Dirk found out... Only that he understands he's not responsible... Even though I guess you can say he's responsible for all of it."
"You're damn right he is... Ok I'll show him, and talk to him, but it might get ugly in there, I think it's better if you're with your parents to keep them calm, ok?"
Carrie digs the envelope, still in the Ziploc bag out of the closet where she's hidden it. She knocks softly on the bathroom door, and enters. "Bro, I need to tell you something ok?"
"Sis, please just leave me alone, I just want to sit here and die!"
Carrie's dominant side steps up and says, "you want to die Bitch, die in your own fucking tub! I'm not gonna stand here and let you fucking wallow in self pity like a pussy!"
Her sharp tone sinks in, and despite my injuries I jump up to fight back at a target I'm not helpless to respond to. "I FUCKING KILLED HER, DON'T YOU GET IT?"
"NO YOU DIDN'T!" Carrie throws the envelope at my chest, where it bounces off and lands in the tub. I stare at it, not quite getting what I'm seeing, as she continues, "I NEVER MAILED THE PACKAGE, I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS A GOOD MOVE SO I LIED TO YOU!"
I look at her, then the package, then back at her. She continues, "I DON'T KNOW HOW HE FOUND OUT, BUT IT WASN'T BECAUSE OF US, NOW GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THAT TUB AND INTO SOME CLOTHES, FRANKLY I'M SICK OF STARING AT YOUR DICK! GET YOUR ASS DRESSED SO WE CAN GO TALK ABOUT THIS WITH THE OTHERS!"
"Sick of staring at his dick?" Sophie says with a giggle, joining Carrie in the hall.
I bend down to examine the package floating near my knees, fuck me, she's telling the truth, she never mailed it! Relief floods through me, followed immediately by guilt. Why am I relieved I'm not responsible? She's still gone, and probably dead. I have a hard time climbing out of the tub, and an even harder time drying myself and getting dressed. Sophie left a pair of white ankle socks on top of my clothes, yeah they have pink trim, but I hate wearing sneakers without socks so I put them on. I'm still sore as hell but it feels better to stand than it does to sit so I skip the wheelchair and shuffle into the kitchen. Mama and Papa come over to hug me, and I feel the love and affection I need right now. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that," I whisper tearfully in the three way embrace.
"We have a daughter who likes girls, a son who likes boys, and one who likes both," Mama says with a loving smile.
"And we love them just as much as all of our children," Papa adds, "including you Son."
"Now come sit, I've made you some soup... Mind you, the broth is canned, and the vegetables frozen, but what do you expect from those two?" Mama says leading me to the table while shooting an admonishing glare at Sophie.
"Mama, it's winter!" Sophie whines with a smile, "it's hard to find fresh corn this time of year... I offered to chop the carrots and celery, but you chased me out of my own kitchen!"
"I take it you know?" I say between spoonful's of Chicken soup.
"Sophie told us about your trouble with this Molly Chris, we came to help." Joe tells me, sipping on coffee.
I look at Sophie and she nods guiltily, "They were my insurance Chris, I had to tell them, because you made me promise not to tell Carrie, remember?"
I nod, and truthfully, I'm thankful they're here, but I leave that unsaid and turn to Carrie. "So, what do we know?"
"I don't know what we know, other than you let Mandy waltz into your own house, kick your ass, and kidnap your Fiancee!"
"Sweetheart, this isn't helping anything," Sophie says in gentle admonishment.
"No, she's right, just like she was right about Molly in the first place, and about sending Dirk the package... For once I should have listened to her."
I don't know who's more surprised, Carrie or Sophie. "With that being said, Mandy didn't take Lisa, I think one of Molly's flunkies came and got her. Two men grabbed Mandy, after she beat me... They were looking for Lisa."
"Chris, you better start at the beginning... Not the blackmail part, I mean today's events." Papa Joe says.
I run through the story up to where I see Molly shout "Who the fuck are you", and "the Senator sends his regards." I conclude with the two men with guns looking for "the blonde," and taking Mandy.
"I'd say it's safe to assume Senator Dirk is behind this, but there's one thing really bothering me."
"What's that Chris?" Mama asks.
"How did they know Lisa was a blonde? She wore a brown wig the day she filmed Dirk."
"That's not the only thing," Carrie adds, "how did they know to look for her at your place?"
"That's a good question Sis."
"It seems obvious to me that someone else knew about the video, and the players and told Dirk." Papa concludes. "Now the obvious question is, what are Dirk's plans? He didn't go to the authorities obviously, so we need to figure out how to keep Chris safe."
"He'll kill them, all of them." I say dully, feeling myself sink into blackness again.
"Will he come after you next?" Mama says in alarm.
"I don't think so," Carrie says, "they had him and left him tied up... If they wanted him dead, he'd be dead already."
"We need a plan," Sophie says decisively, "if he has killed them, and let's pray you're wrong Chris, we need to decide on what we're going to tell the police when they come to question Chris."
"Don't you think it's time to tell the truth?" I ask.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Sorry Mama, but do you really want to make an enemy of Dirk and his associates? If you even live long enough to testify, you wouldn't last a day in prison!"
"I don't care Sis... Without Lisa I don't care if I live or not!"
"Mama, Papa, can you excuse us, I need to talk some sense into this idiot."
"They stay! They're in this too now." Sophie says sharply, staring at me.
"Listen guys, I appreciate all that you've done for me, but this has to end!"
"No! You listen, you selfish prick! You honestly believe this ends because you went to the cops? What happens to me, and Sophie, and the baby? We bought this from Molly... What happens when Dirk sends his guys out to look for you and runs into us? Or the neighbors? Do you think they'll just ignore us? None of us are responsible for Lisa working with Molly on her blackmail schemes... Including YOU! Now you didn't listen to me before, you better damn well listen now! You talk and we ALL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!"
"She's right my Son, there's nothing to tie you to Dirk, you need to think about the rest of us." Mama says tearfully.
"Mama, I can't let him win, don't you understand?"
"This is not a win Son," Papa adds, "this is a lose lose for everybody... Are you really willing to sacrifice all of us, and your life in the hope of justice? Can you even prove Senator Dirk is responsible? You said you only heard "the Senator."
"Papa, I LOVE HER, I DON'T THINK I CAN LIVE WITHOUT HER!"
"I know Son, I see it in your face, but let's be honest here, Lisa is the reason we're in this mess, you're a very smart boy, smarter than my own sons, so let's look at this logically... We have no proof Senator Dirk is behind this, all the evidence points that way, but it's all circumstantial. A good defense attorney would not only shred your case, but paint you in such a terrible light, you'll look like the guilty party. Guys like Dirk are layers and layers above the dirty work, and with his connections, he's untouchable... The smart thing to do is let sleeping dog's lie, and stay live."
"I don't think I can go on living," I say weeping.
Mama slaps me hard, shocking all of us, "DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT TO ME! I'VE ALREADY LOST ONE OF MY CHILDREN, I WILL NOT LOSE ANOTHER DUE TO SUICIDE... YOU GET THAT THOUGHT OUT OF YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW CHRISTOPHER!" She's crying now, but but at the same time, challenging me to defy her.
Papa is weeping as he hugs Mama tightly, Carrie, Sophie, and I stare at each other open mouthed, I guess Sophie didn't even know this.
"I... I didn't know Mama, I swear!" Is all I can manage to say.
"Neither did I," Sophie say's tearfully. Carrie's crying too and takes Sophie in a tight embrace. Her angry eyes never leave my guilt ridden face.
"It happened a long time ago, and we still feel the pain, but we chose to live, and you need to do the same... The pain never goes away, but it fades." Joe Doukis says softly, kissing his wife's head.
We sit there in silence for fifteen minutes before Joe say's "what's our next move?"
Carrie looks directly at me and in her Domme tone says, "What your going to do is wait until tomorrow and file a missing person's report... The last time you spoke to Lisa was yesterday afternoon when she left for a girl's night out! You came out to dinner with us downtown at the Athens, and Lisa still wasn't here when we got home so you finally went to bed! Got it?" Carrie says with intensity.
"What about his injuries?" Sophie asks.
"He covers them up as much as possible, and he can say he started working out again after his knee injury and over did it. It's not perfect, but none of the bruises are showing."
"I feel like we're missing something," Sophie says.
"That's because you don't have children yet," Mama interjects. "The first thing you do is call her phone, the sooner the better, leave a message that you love her. Then you call again before you fall asleep, this time because you're worried. Tomorrow morning you call her phone again, and contact her friends looking for her before you contact the police."
"Mama's right!" Carrie days decisively, "call her phone right now!"
Carrie has me rehearse my messages before I call but no matter how hard I try I sound like someone who just lost the love of his life. So we settle for making the call but not leaving the message. Everybody decides I'm sleeping there, despite my protests, and I end up on the recliner in the family room. Mama and Papa go to bed around one thirty, and Sophie at two, but Carrie insists on staying up with me until I fall asleep. I make the next call just after three, and this time I don't have to fake the worry in my voice. I pop two more Vicodin and fall into a feverish nightmare."
I wake up at six, stiff as a board, with pain emanating from every part of my torso, I stumble into the kitchen for some water to go with my Vicodin, and find Mama, looking for breakfast ingredients. I hear her muttering as she shakes her head. She jumps when I say, "morning Mama."
"Christ on a crutch! You scared me... What are you doing up this early?" She walks over and kisses me and wraps me in a tight hug.
"Can't sleep, bad dreams... Hey, why don't we all go next door for breakfast? I know you'll find my pantry to your liking."
"You, cook? Since when?" She says, eyes narrowing.
"Since he moved here," Sophie says with a sleepy smile, "he actually made us Eggs Benedict a few weeks ago and it was really good... He's right, we should go next door in case..."
"Say no more! I'll see if your Father's out of the shower, Sophie, you should wake your wife." Wife? I've never heard of Carrie as referred to in that manner, it's kind of heartwarming.
After Mama leaves, Sophie comes up and wraps her arms around me. "I'm so sorry this happened Chris, we're here for you, always."
"Don't say that Sophie... We never know what the future holds in store for us," I reply grimly.
"We feel your pain Sweetie, but you can't just lay down and die like your Gramma did, we both know Lisa loves you too much to want you to give up... Search your heart, would she give up if it were you?"
"No," I say all choked up, "but I'm not a dominant either."
"You're not weak either! You think I'd give up if something happened to Carrie? I'm no dominant either... We'll get through this, together... I gotta go wake Carrie, Mama WILL run you out of your kitchen, but whatever you have to say to Mama, don't let her make the coffee!" She kisses my cheek and heads into the bedroom. Left alone, I start imagining the terror Lisa's feeling, or felt, and break down again. I feel guilty for thinking she's already dead, even though I know in my heart she is. The Doukis's come down and we walk next door to my place. Mama say's, "this is very nice, you did a much better job of choosing colors than the girls."
"Um Mama? Actually I kinda conned them into painting while I sat around playing video games, they painted it for me." I actually blush when I tell her, but the normalcy just feels good!"
"See, I told you he was the smartest of the bunch!" Joe says with a grin. I offer to help but Mama shoos me from my own kitchen, but not before I can start the coffee. I believe that's because she took one look at my coffee maker and blanched."
Sophie arrives just as Mama opens my fridge, she raises her hands in a theatrical prayer motion and says, "thank God, real food!"
"Mama!" Sophie says, affronted, and sticks her tongue out at me.
"Chris, how old is this Fish?" Mama asks, eying the left over Sushi.
"I bought it yesterday afternoon around three thirty."
"Excellent, may I use the Salmon? Papa loves Salmon and eggs."
"Anything for you, Mama."
"Then drop this nonsense about dying! Is there anything special you want? I can make you Eggs Benedict if you like."
"A Spanish Omelet will be fine, you'll find the peppers in the drawer, and onions hanging behind the door to your left."
Mama slides open the Veggie drawer, then the fruit drawer and looks at Sophie. "Do you see this? This is what a real refrigerator looks like!"
Sophie rolls her eyes, and I throw a barb, "Oh she knows Mama, she's over here raiding it every day!"
"Hey, I do not! I just wanted some peanut butter and celery, I'm pregnant, remember?" She says with a pout.
I call Nikki at eight, and leave a message asking if Lisa stayed with her last night, and that's the only friend of her's I know, so after a few more calls to Lisa's phone, we settle in for the wait. Carrie comes over at eight thirty, apologizing for sleeping in, and Mama makes her some breakfast. At nine thirty I try to excuse myself to go clean up the basement, and Carrie insists on coming with me. I want to be alone, but I shrug and lead her downstairs. I see Mandy's toy bag, and her hose laying there, and my wounds start to radiate pain. Other than the purple strap on, there are no toys, only duct tape, BB's and the funnel she used to pour the BB's.
"Is this what she beat you with?" Carrie asks, picking up the hose and tapping her palm with it.
"Yes," I say with a shudder.
"Seems very effective," She says as she looks around. "Nice set up, I may have to borrow it some time," she says, nodding at the pulleys.
"Are you fucking serious? You have the nerve to say that at a time like this?"
"What? I just like what I see... Chill out... Now let's go over your story again." We cover the story as we clean up the mess we left, I pull down the Visqueen, and ball it up for the trash. "That was a pretty good idea Bro." When we're done I try Nikki again, still no answer so I call the Hinsdale Police, it's ten thirty am.
"Hello, *sob* I need to file a report, my Fiancee has been out of touch for about fourteen or fifteen hours, and I can't reach her!"
"Calm down Sir, let me transfer you to an Officer... Officer Muldoon, how can I help you?... Calm down Sir, let me ask you a few questions, ok?... When did you last see her?... Can you spell her name?... Do you know where she was going?... Have you tried contacting her or her friends?... Ok, can you describe her, and what she was wearing when she left?... 5'7 or 8, 105, blonde and blue wearing jeans, a sweatshirt, and black leather jacket, what was that?... Maybe be wearing black dress, and heels, got it... I'm sorry I have to ask, but did you two fight before she left? No? That's good... How would you describe your relationship?... Minor arguments, but very good..."
"And how long have you been engaged?... October?... Is it possible she went home to the parents?... Arizona, here for school... Have you got a recent picture of her? Yes? I can send a squad over... Oh yeah, that works, my email is... Now Mr?... Mr Madsen, can you describe her car, and give me the license plate number?... Grey Civic SI, excellent, that'll really help... One more question, and it's a tough one, have you called the area Hospitals, or emergency rooms?... Didn't think about that, ok Mr Madsen we can do that faster than you, I'll get an APB out right away, and send an Officer around to ask some more questions... I hope so too Mr Madsen, can I reach you at this number?... And you'll call back if you hear from her?... Thank you, I'll keep you updated."
It's Eleven fifteen when Officer Toody of the Hinsdale PD knocks on my door, Carrie answers. "Is Christopher Madsen here, Ma'am?"
"Yes, right this way Officer," Carrie leads him into the formal living room and he asks, "you wouldn't be..." He consults his notes, "Lisa Carmichael by chance?"
"No Sir, I'm Carrie Madsen, Chris's sister, please have a seat, I'll go get Chris... Would you like something to drink?"
"No thank you Ma'am."
Carrie comes and gets me from the family room, we return and she sits next to me for support.
The cop stands and introduces himself and invites me to sit, we sit and the questions fly. "When was the last time you spoke to Lisa?"
"A little after five, she wanted to beat the traffic heading downtown."
"And she was going out with girlfriends?"
"Yes Sir, she told me it was a girls night out, to celebrate our engagement."
"So you just got engaged? When was that?"
"Thanksgiving, at her parents in Arizona."
"How old is Lisa?"
"Twenty Two."
"And you?"
"Twenty Eight."
Toody turns to Carrie, "were you at the party Mrs Madsen?"
"Ms Madsen, no, we were invited, but my partner's parents are in from San Francisco, so we couldn't make it."
He looks back at me and says, "do you know which club she was going to?"
"No Sir, but she attends school on the North side, and had an apartment on North Clark before she moved in here, so I assume it would be around there."
"There's a lot of clubs up there, but it's a place to start... Hey, you need some water or something?"
"No, I just need a minute," I say between sobs. After a couple of minutes he's able to continue.
"Can I ask where you were last night Chris?"
"I went out to dinner with Carrie, Sophie, and her parents... We got home around ten thirty?" I say, looking at Carrie for confirmation. "Ten thirty, and tried to call her, she didn't answer so I figured she was dancing with her friends... I tried again at two, and still no answer, I was starting to worry, but thought she was either driving, or staying with a friend... I fell asleep at three, and got back up at six, I tried calling her again, and at eight I called her best friend Nikki Jackson... Nikki didn't answer either, and hasn't returned my calls... At ten thirty I tried Lisa again, then called you."
"And this Sophie will verify you were with them if I ask?"
Carrie says, "they're in the family room if you need to speak to them."
"They're here?"
"Yes Sir, we, Sophie and I live next door, when Chris called us this morning, we all came over to be here for him."
"I'll speak to them in a moment..." Our doorbell rings, and Carrie stands up.
"I'll get it, it's probably the neighbors wondering why we have a police car sitting in the drive." Carrie smiles, and walks to the door... It's not the neighbors.
"I'm Detective Franko, this is Sergeant McGee, we're with the Chicago Police Department... May we speak to Christopher Madsen?" The smile, and the color drain from Carrie's face.
"Please, come in, I'm Chris's sister Carrie, this is about Lisa, isn't it?"
"Miss, we need to speak to Chris, is he available?"
"Right this way Detective, he's talking to the Hinsdale police right now."
Toody and I stand as Carrie enters the room followed by two men, they introduce themselves, and show us their badges. "Mr Madsen, I'm afraid we have some bad news, you may want to sit down," Franko says.
My tears are already flowing when I tell them I'd prefer to stand. Carrie is weeping and grabs me for support.
"Sir, there's no easy way to tell you, so I'll just come out and say it, your Fiancee Lisa Carmichael was killed last night in Chicago. There was an attempted car jacking, and Lisa was shot and killed..." I fall to my knees, all strength leaving my body. Toody and McGee lift me and sit me on the sofa, they let me cry for a couple of minutes, before Franko continues. "Do you need something to drink?" I shake my head, unable to speak, so he continues, "A eyewitness saw a man either Hispanic, or Black jump out of the passenger seat of Miss Carmichael's Honda carrying a purse, he went around the vehicle to pull Lisa from the car when two other men saw what was happening and rushed the perpetrator."
"The Perp fired one round through the driver's window, hitting Lisa in the chest, wounding her fatally, he then fired two more rounds at the rushing benefactors, before fleeing on down the alley and jumping into a waiting vehicle... We have ATM camera footage of Lisa being forced to withdraw cash around nine thirty five, five blocks from the alley she was shot in."
"We're reviewing the tape to get a positive ID on the Shooter, and expect to have him in custody very soon... On behalf of the Chicago Police Department, I'd like to express our deepest sympathy for your loss."
I didn't hear a damn thing he said, the shock of actually knowing she is dead has my blood pounding in my ears.
"Sir... Chris..."
"Yeah, what? I'm sorry, I didn't catch that."
"We need you to come down and officially identify the body... Her parents are flying in tomorrow, but the sooner we identify her, the better."
"Yeah, of course, I'd hate for her mother to have to go through that... Can my sister come? I don't think I can do this alone."
"Of course, we'll drive you down and back after we get your statement."
"I can help you with that, he was filing a missing persons report when you showed up, I have everything you need in my report, I'll make sure you get a copy... email?"
"Thank you Officer Toody, your assistance is greatly appreciated, here's my card, it has my email on there... Mr Madsen, would you like to wash up a bit before we go?"
"Mz Madsen, can I speak with your partner and her parents now, and I'll leave you folks alone... Mr Madsen, on behalf of the Hinsdale Police Department, I'll like to express our condolences as well... Detective, may I have a word?"
"Do you think Madsen's involved?" Toody asks Franko after we leave the living room.
"No, we know who the shooter is, he's a known banger with a hell of a long sheet, if Madsen is involved, he's one hell of an actor!"
"I agree, he phoned in a MP this morning, and our initial investigation show's he's been trying to contact her all night."
"Does he have an alibi for last night, around Ten?"
"I believe so, he went to dinner with the sister, her "partner" and the partner's parents, I'm talking to them next, but my gut says he's legit. He works for the government, and is being groomed for big things."
"Thanks Toody, this whole thing is a fucking mess, the vic's Daddy is a Federal Judge in AZ, and already busting our balls to nail the perp..."
While Toody interviews the Doukis's Carrie and I climb into the back seat of the unmarked Crown Vic sitting next to the Hinsdale PD's Charger. The forty minute drive down I290 is the longest of my life.
They find Molly's body, along with three white males on Monday, when the warehouse opens for business... The investigation is ongoing, but speculation is a drug deal gone bad. Lisa's services were on Friday in Arizona, Carrie, Sophie, and my parents all attend with me, I called Nikki to offer her a plane ticket on Tuesday, but she never returned the call, I tried again on Thursday, but the number was no longer in service. I try to put on a brave face, but I'm just going through the motions, Roy and Leslie are caring, and don't seem to blame me for this, and I guess I'm grateful, but in reality, I feel nothing but emptiness, and pain.
Despite the pressure Roy brings to the CPD, the suspect, one Paco Jimenez, is never caught, and presumed to have escaped across the border when Lisa's credit card is used for gas in Laredo Texas.
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