Page 53 of The Secret Stalker
“Please don’t hurt me,” I shudder as he stands.
“It would hardly be a punishment if it didn’t hurt now, would it? How much will depend on my boys, the members and the choices you have all made and they will make tonight. Your first real choice in this matter; would you like me to undress you or would you like to undress yourself?”
My mouth drops open and I look back at him in horror. “What, you didn’t think this would involve your body? You work at a kink club Ms Greene, it was always going to involve your body. So let me ask you again. Would you like me to undress you or will you do it obediently?”
I nod, understanding his request loud and clear. I just have to tell myself this is a job, this is just a sadistic client, I can get undressed. The last thing I want is him touching me, so I will my fingers to move to my buttons and I beginto undo them one by one. Richard looks unmoved by my appearance as I shrug out of my shirt and then my bra. I stand on wobbly legs and undo my zip and pull my work skirt down over my hips and step out of it. Then I slowly pull down my thong and am relieved that no desire or want flickers across his face. He sits rigid, nonplussed. I sit back down on the chair and look back at him, naked except for my work heels. Richard nods in satisfaction as he stands again. He walks to my clothes, picks them up from my lap and walks somewhere behind me. Seconds later I hear movement so I turn to see him wheeling a wooden frame over to me. I gape in horror at the medieval contraption and feel my panic rise in my throat again and it crosses my mind that I should try to escape, naked or not. I need to get out of here.
THIRTY-FIVE
Mack
It’s early afternoon when Rory walks through the door, he looks tired but happy to be home. Before I can say anything to him, my phone rings and it’s Tye.
“Hey,” I answer as Rory gives a wave and then strolls into his room with his overnight bag.
“Have you heard from Sophie? I’ve been waiting at her building but she hasn’t shown up. I’ve phoned her but she hasn’t answered. I phoned the Clarendon but they said she left the same time as usual.”
“I haven’t bro, are you sure she hasn’t gone to lunch with Casey?” I ask, unconcerned.
“We made plans this morning, just like we made plans yesterday.”
“Yeah, but she went to lunch with Casey yesterday.”
“Yeah but she said she wasn’t going to today.” I can hear the panic begin to bubble under the surface of Tye’s voice. I look at my watch.
“It’s not been long since her shift finished, maybe she got stuck in traffic?” I say softly, trying to calm my younger brother down.
“Chester said her car is still in the parking lot, Mack. Why is her car still in the parking lot but she left the building almost an hour ago?” My stomach plunges into the same rising panic I can hear in my brother’s voice.
“Do you think it’s him? Do you think he took her to teach us a lesson?” Tye adds in a small, fearful voice.
My phone vibrates in my hand so I switch the call to speaker phone and click on the message. It’s from our father. I open the text to see a photo of our Sophie from the side, naked, bent over with her hands and head locked in a wooden frame. All it says is,“One hour. All of you come. You can dole out her punishment or we’ll do it for you.”
I know Tye has received the same message as he’s shouting “Fuckkkkkkk!” down the phone.
“Flynn and Rory are here, we’re leaving this second. Meet you there?” I say urgently as I start moving in the direction of Rory’s room.
“Meet you there,” comes Tye’s rushed reply as I hear him running.
“Rory, Flynn, let’s go. My father has Sophie,” I yell at the top of my lungs. Both Rory and Flynn come out of their rooms in different states of undress, looking confused. “Shoes, let’s go!” I shout as I grab my keys, tear open the door and fly down the corridor calling up the lift.
My hands are sweating and my heart is pounding so hard I barely hear Rory ask, “What the fuck is going on?” I glance back to see he’s pulling a t-shirt over his head even as he hurries after me, shoes in his other hand. Flynn’s awkwardly hopping behind as he tries to put his shoes on without stopping.
We bundle into the lift and I press the button five timesbefore the doors start closing. I hold up my phone and show them the photo of Sophie. “You are about to meet our father. I’m sorry about this, guys, I didn’t want things to turn out like this. I thought we were being smart, flying under the radar. But of course we can’t keep anything from him.” We get to the basement, run over to my BMW and it opens automatically. We climb in, the tires screeching as I drive away before anyone has done their seatbelt up.
“Where are we going?” asks Flynn, a steel resolve in his voice.
“Home,” I reply as I speed over to Toorak as fast as possible. The thought of leaving Sophie with him any longer than necessary sends ice down my spine. My father cannot lay a finger on her, over my dead body will I allow that.
Twenty minutes later, we pull down my father’s drive to his estate and I’m relieved to see Tye has made it already. He stands at the door, hands in tight fists as he rushes down the stairs to meet us. We fly out of the car. “We made it in time,” he says as he gets to us but it’s not relief on his face, it’s just a statement. We tear towards the door and bang our fists. The large painted wooden door swings open and our father stands tall, the image of perfection, unfazed, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“What the fuck have you done to Sophie!?” spits Tye angrily as Flynn stands tall next to him. Flynn looks like a human wall and any normal person would be intimidated. But not my father, only he does the intimidating.
“You mean the whore who is paid to open her legs, the one who doesnt mind fucking two brothers and two members at the same time? The one downstairs awaiting her punishment?”
“Sophie is not a whore,” Tye grits out.
“Oh really, isn’t her job description thevery definition of a whore? Why do you think I told you never to date one? Did I not make myself clear enough?”
