Infinity Chapter 114 - The Room

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Chapter 114 – The Room

POV:  Emily

Word count:  4375

May 18, 2015;

  I was coming too slowly but I felt groggy still. I thought at first I was in a hospital, but I didn’t hear the normal sounds and it didn’t seem as bright as they usually were. I could move my head from side to side, but I couldn’t really move anything else, which frightened me. I was able to move before though. I finally felt someone’s hands on my face, so I opened my eyes. I could see a person standing in front of me, but they were slightly blurry.

“Wakey Wakey Emily.”

I blinked a few times and my vision began to clear up, but that didn’t really help me. The person who was standing there holding my face was Glen. I couldn’t remember what happened, the last thing I remembered was getting off the expressway headed to my brother’s house. I realized I was strapped to something, could feel the wide straps around my ankles, thighs, upper arms and wrist, there were also wide straps around my waist. I was thankful that I had clothes on at least, I could feel the fabric against my legs and body.

“Come on, wake up. I was getting worried that I gave you too much.”

The room itself was dark, there was some light above my head which allowed me to see him, but I couldn’t make out anything else in the room, not even the size of the room.

“Where is my sister?”

“I had to make sure she was ok, she bumped her head pretty badly in the wreck. She’s ok, she’s lying down though. I just had to make sure I didn’t give you too much.”

I wasn’t given a chance to say anything else before he was placing a ball gag around my head. I was barely awake enough to formulate thoughts really, but he apparently didn’t want me to speak about anything.

“Rule number one is no talking.”

I blinked and he moved away from me, the light went off and the room went completely dark. The dark still bothered me but not near as bad as it use too. I tried to loosen the straps but they were secured so tightly I couldn’t even move my arms or legs, just my fingers. He said Eliza was asleep but why would he even take her? I wondered what time it was, where I was, how long I’d been out, and what really happened. He mentioned a wreck, but I didn’t remember that.

I had no idea how long he was gone, but lights around me came on and I blinked at the brightness. It illuminated more of the room than the first time, but not all of it. I could see the ceiling was painted black and the floor was polished black concrete. He came from the left side and sat a chair in front of me where he sat down.

“Eliza is awake, she is doing fine. However she cannot see you, I really would have left her but she concerned me because she seems to have grown quite close to you. I couldn’t leave a viable witness.”

I looked at him, wondering what his angle was, wondered what he was going to do and why he even took us both. He wanted me and Eliza had been knocked out, she wouldn’t be a witness to anything he had done, she would just come too and know I was gone. However, everyone would know who has me.

“It took time to plan an effective way to get you. David was right, Zac is very protective of you. He was even protective of you when he was under the impression you didn’t love him. He did come to Ian on his own, but he made sure the alarm was set at home so I couldn’t get inside the house without alarming you.”

I had been letting my eyes try to focus on the things beyond the light, but that caught my attention. Was he implying that the plan to get Zac away had more layers than we knew? I gave him a puzzled look, I couldn’t very well ask or say anything.

“Ian really did want Zachary, I tried to get to you a few times while Ian had him. I couldn’t. Ian tried to break Zac and I tried to tell him Thursday when he came to me saying Zac had finally came with him that he needed to keep him longer. I told him he messed up when he came back alone, I told him that he would never get him back. He insisted that Zac was totally his and he would follow his orders. He assumed that Zac would react and be like the weak-minded teenagers he had trained before.”

I snorted, knowing Ian had not really broken Zac to that point of complete submission. It had been clear when Alexander was so easily to break through to him. It was clear when he gave in to me, although Glen didn’t look happy with my snort.

“He insisted and sent him home, swore he was his. I was shocked when he came to the house, but I could see it in his eyes that he didn’t want to be there. Your anniversary proved my point. I told him when he mentioned the plan that Zac wouldn’t get off to him again, he was very mad when he left. He was pissed when I reported your very romantic dinner. Zac was far too relaxed when he showed up, clearly you did something before the dinner and I told Ian you both fucked when you got home. Told him he would fuck you when you reached the house. He did just that, didn’t he?”

Ian was dead so I didn’t have to worry about him, so I nodded. It was exactly what happened. He’d read us so well or at least Zac’s body language, I hadn’t really expected that to occur but I was glad it had.

He smiled. “I told him when he didn’t reply to him and the bullshit lies about moving furniture. He didn’t believe me, swore Zac wouldn’t do that. It was Monday when Zac just showed up, without being invited or told that Ian realized Zac was not as submissive as he thought. He was going to hand him over to me for training purposes, but Zac ran. Ian tried to claim he was smart, in reality he wasn’t. Ian should have followed him and brought him back. Instead he gave you the perfect chance and the perfect time and you took it. Congratulations Emily, he would have never been found had we found him first.”

I had been aware of that fact, which is why I was so glad I had found him first. But, I was confused because Glen was acting as if he was more of a master than a submissive, yet everything we knew said he was a submissive to Ian. He looked at me confused and then got up, I couldn’t withdraw when he undid the gag.

“I will relax rule number one for now because it’s imperative you understand what happened. Clearly you are confused.”

“The way you are speaking is as if you are a master, but you were Ian’s submissive. I don’t understand.”

He laughed for several very long minutes which scared me. Everything we knew about him pointed to him being submissive to Ian. He finally collected himself and looked at me.

“Me? Submissive? No honey I know you’re confused. I do not know where you got that impression but it is wrong. I will admit that I sometimes followed Ian but it wasn’t because I was submissive to him it was because I was judging his abilities to control his own submissives. I did not trust Logan when we took you, I clearly had a legitimate reason not to. Unfortunately when Ian died most had to be taken care of.”

“What do you mean by taken care of?”

He sat down, perfectly relaxed in the chair as if this wasn’t serious.

“Ian was quite good at training young teens, most of his were trustworthy and loyal, those I could not use I either sold to others or gave them to others. There however were a couple that I had to handle because they were not trained well. I cannot get to Logan unfortunately but that’s ok, Logan knew a lot but not everything.”

“So, if you aren’t Ian’s little submissive fuck toy, why were you fucking him that Monday? Zac saw you and you clearly didn’t mind being seen.”

He shrugged. “Sex is sex. Who I have sex with depends on what I want. I have a preference for men, but I do want women sometimes. I was having sex with him because I wanted too, not because he made me. I have no master Emily.”

That information was not good, it went against everything we knew about him and how he thought. He seemed far smarter than we gave him credit for and that was scary.

“You were controlled before Ian was killed, you didn’t send messages to me.”

“No I was not controlled, I was respectful to Ian. He wanted Zac badly, but he wanted to do it his way. He was not a very smart man. He wanted many addresses, the white palace put him in debt. I tried to tell him to be conservative and not draw attention. He thought I was unaware of his financial issues, but I was more than aware of them. He quit working at the University when he decided to go after Zac, that might be his only smart decision. I did help him financially a few times.”

“He was smart enough to take us both, that has to count for something.”

“He didn’t plan them.”

It was a short statement and it shouldn’t have meant much, but it did. If Ian didn’t plan either of the kidnappings then the logical conclusion was that he had. Which moved him closer to being smarter than we assumed and even more freighting.

“They will find us. You won’t get to keep me long.”

He looked at me and smiled slowly. “They will not find you Emily. Granted, you ruined the Maine plan they raided that house quickly but I hadn’t really set it up yet so that was a plus. I shouldn’t have mentioned it to you at all or anyone really. I stepped back and evaluated what I’d done and took a page from my father. I dumped everything I could from property to physical assets, bank accounts, everything. I am sure by now or very soon the FBI will discover that. They raided my primary home and I had records, I’ve learned. This isn’t even my house Emily, it belongs to a close friend who is allowing me to use it for a little bit. Unfortunately his choice of toys is not my own, but I can make do.”

“Where are we going from here?”

“Not sure. California and Texas are too risky but Florida is too hot. I was thinking some place outside the United States, but you are known so I have to be careful. Not that it matters much, you won’t be leaving the basement of the home anyway.”

“Where are we now?”

“Now now, why would I tell you that? What if by some miracle you made it to a phone? Not that this room has one and you won’t be leaving this room.”

I watched him and now that I knew who he was I could see similarities with Adam, not many though and I wondered if their parents were the same or different, they shared a mother but what if their father’s were different too?

“Adam never mentioned you to me, no one did. Why not?”

He straightened up for several minutes I was sure he wasn’t going to answer me at all, just the way he sat there and stared at me.

“I suppose since you never will see the light of day again that I could tell you. It was better that he not tell anyone. Our parents divorced because of him, he wouldn’t stay out of trouble and our father was a very private man, he made a fortune training and trafficking women and men. He couldn’t afford for the police to be snoopy. Mom and Dad still loved each other, often had sex when we visited despite being remarried. Appearances are important. Mom raised him and Dad raised me.”

“You knew who I was, didn’t you?”

His eyes darkened a bit. “I have always known about you, since you were born actually. I was eight when you were born and I never saw you in person, only pictures. Adam gloated to Dad when he came out, ripe age of 11 and he was obsessed with you. Dad tried to get him to let you go emotionally, but he couldn’t. Adam fell in love with you the moment he saw you, even though you were weeks old at the time.”

“I was a baby, he could never guarantee that I would love him.”

“Adam didn’t see it that way and especially when George ran to David to tell on him. David listened to Adam and when he realized our father was training us both to carry on he took him under his wing. David agreed to give you to Adam because he never wanted you, he promised when you were 16 he would sign the papers and turn you over to him. Really Emily, they weren’t giving you an option in that deal.
Unfortunately, you were like your mother. Independent and such a bitch. David was suppose to train you some before Adam got out, but failed. You ran away to the one person who could legally help you, you got lucky. However, if Adam had known David slacked because of his sons
threat then he would have had you taken sooner.”

“Had me taken?”

“Yes. Our father knew a lot of master’s in the area. Adam would have requested one take you from your father, willingly or not. You would have
been kept there until Adam was released, he didn’t know David had stopped and that he was basically afraid of his own son.”

“Why do you really want me?”

Again, he sat there quietly just staring at me, making me unsettled with his presence.

“Because you need to be punished for your mistakes. David couldn’t because he was clouded by his feelings for you, feelings that were lies your mother told. The thought of using a paddle on you until you were unable to move, was beyond him. He was warned you’d be unruly if he didn’t. He provided what he wanted done before he died.”

“So, your following a dead man’s orders?”

“Just a little bit, I have my own reasons as well.”

I assumed I wasn’t privileged enough to know those reasons, because he hadn’t said them.

“Did you know Ian was planning to kill David and Adam and then take Zac? He was going to kill them and he would have killed me too.”

He giggled, actually fucking giggled at me. “You poor child, Ian was doing what I told him to do. He would have never killed you nor would he
have killed Zac.”

I gave him a confused look, because I was confused. He knew that Ian was going to kill them both? But, Adam was his brother! I couldn’t phantom sending anyone to kill my brothers or even Eliza.

“But, Adam was your brother, why would you do that?”

He got up and got very close to me, much too close for my comfort and he replaced the ball gag, clearly tired of hearing me talk. His fingers lingered on my cheek for too long though.

“Ian was told to kill David and Adam. He was told to take Zac and bring you to me. For years all I heard Adam talk about was you, there wasn’t a part of you that he didn’t love.  Your hair, your eyes, even the smallest details like your ears.  He spent most of his life chasing you and ignoring me. He learned the business from your father, the worst example by the way. I learned from our father which made me stronger. Adam was so weak when it came to you, all he ever wanted was for you to cherish him like you do Zac.”

His fingers slide across my face again, they felt warm but the feeling I got was icy, he swept my bangs aside and out of my face.

“The first time he came out, where he stayed with you, I told him you would cave in to Zac and tell him, that the best thing for him to do was to take you and leave. But, he wanted you to come to him on your own and I told him you wouldn’t. Adam was a lost cause to the family business. He was far too wrapped up in you to realize his mistakes, he did jail time for you twice. We know he killed the girl to keep from hurting you. When I saw his post about Zac I knew he was over his head. Zac is well known and famous, that was a stupid mistake to try to use him for money.”

He paused again, his eyes wondering over my face and he took several deep breaths before he smiled.

“David thought Adam was a fluke and I never corrected him. Zac did me a favor. If you had been a little less compromised I am sure you would have finished David off too. Must have been hard to have him rape you like that. It’s just too bad you will never see Zac or anyone you love again. Where ever I choose, your place will be like this. Black and dark, you’ll never leave the basement Emily. I know you are too known to be let out. Adam said you were afraid of the dark, better get used to it.”

He turned away and left the same direction but the lights went off. All I had learned was unless he messed up, I’d never see them again. The last time I would have seen my children was when I left them with my brother, the last time I would have seen Zac was at the studio before leaving. I had no idea what time it was before he brought me a smoothie, it was downright disgusting though. He claimed it was near noon on Monday but the room was pitch black when he left and no light penetrated anywhere.

Sometime after lunch he returned and this time a lot of lights came on, yet that did little to help me. The whole room was painted black and the lights were inset and he could apparently turn any of them on or off. There were different devices that I could be strapped to, but the one I was on was an X and it was in the center. The wall across from me held a black peg boards with pegs where whips, toys, and various sexual devices hung or were in baskets. In the middle was a framed section that was black, I was positive it was a mirror but there was no reflective side, I couldn’t see anything not even myself. He looked at me and then picked up a pair of black handled scissors.

He then proceeded to cut the pants I had on off and then my shirt but he left my bra and underwear on. He stood in front of me and recited rules which were oddly very close to the same ones that Adam had given me and he repeated them another four times before he removed the gag.

“Repeat them to me.”

I didn’t say anything, I had heard what he’d said but the items here didn’t bother me, there was nothing in this room that I couldn’t find at the local store. Nothing with razor blades or metal hooks.

“I am sure that you heard me, therefore you should repeat what I said.”

Again, I said nothing, he turned without expression and went to the wall, selecting a basic flogger and returned.

“I’m only telling you one more time, either you repeat the rules to me or I can hit you until you do.”

I placed my head against the back and just thought about Zac, Alexander, and Isabella. It’s not to say that the hits didn’t hurt like hell, but I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted from me. He stopped after ten, five to each thigh.

“Repeat the rules.” He snapped.

I simply kept my head where it was and ignored him and the next hit came to the right side and I tighten my jaw line because that had hurt. But I didn’t say anything, even through the next five hits but the pain was getting to me.

“My you will be fun, haven’t had anyone just take it. But make no mistake Emily, I don’t care if you scream or express pain. I don’t care if you cry. All I care about is that you understand the rules.”

He moved to the wall and replaced the flogger but picked up another one, I just picked a memory of Alexander playing the drums with Zac at the studio, focused on that. I heard him, I felt every single hit, but I refused to respond. I refused to be what he wanted, some slave. Yet, I could tell the longer I kept quiet the angrier he was getting. I wasn’t quite sure what happened but I got this very lightheaded feeling and the next thing I knew there was smelly salts under my nose and he was a bit blurry.

“Passing out won’t help you here, I will bring you back each and every fucking time and it will just continue.”

He stepped back long enough to give me time to fully be awake and alert again.

“Repeat the rules Emily.”

“I will not be your slave. I was not Adams. I was not David’s. I will not be yours.”

“David told me you might resist.”

“How could he tell you a damn thing? He was in jail!”

“The guards, how else? Prison guards are human Emily and all it takes is the right bribe and the right amount of money to get whatever you
want. I paid off a few loans and in returned I could talk to him all I wanted. My he hated you.”

“Nothing new to me.”

He walked to the wall and put the one he had back, carefully selected another one. I noticed the ends were thinner and not as wide. He turned to me and started back with the hits.

“Did you know your sister went back? Once the warden knew who she was she was let back without needing the fancy pass codes, talked to him a lot. He spared her after all, knew about her but let some nice family take her.”

I didn’t say a word, I knew this stupid trick. Eliza hadn’t gone back because she didn’t like the way he was the first time.  He got up next to me, let his fingers trail down the side of my neck a moment.

“She left you know. I gave her the choice she could either leave and not say a word about you or I could kill her. She chose to live Emily, knowing that you’d never see them again. She’ll just say she woke up on the side of the road, confused and unsure. She’s FBI they’ll believe whatever she says.”

He took a few steps back.

“Your choice Emily, you can repeat the rules or I can keep on.”

I placed my head against the back and picked a spot on the other side of the room, I wouldn’t be his slave and they would find me. He was not a magician. The hits hurt more and more and I couldn’t stop the tears but even though I wanted to scream for him to stop, I kept my mouth closed and just imagined that I was anywhere but here. At some point he threw the  flogger down and cussed loudly before leaving the room.
The lights stayed on but I didn’t care, he’d focused on my thighs so much.

I highly doubted that Eliza was let go or released but if she had been would she really not tell them where I was? Would she do that to us? He returned with another shake and what looked like one of the bedpans hospital used, seriously? He wasn’t even going to let me go on my own?! The smoothie tasted just a nasty and much to my own humiliation he wouldn’t untie me and I really didn’t want him near me anymore. He left the room again and I just wanted to curl up and sleep it off, wake up from this nightmare but he came back with a pump.

“What are you doing?”

“I know that you breastfeed Emily, I don’t want or need any leaking.”

Was he fucking serious and I protested but he just put the ball gag around my head again and did it anyway, surely he would toss the milk and if he did send it to the house I knew Zac would throw it away. Granted, it did feel kind of nice as it had been a while and I was hurting some from excess milk.

“Wasn’t that bad, but I know after a while your milk will stop.”

He left the room after that turning the lights off, I laid my head back and wondered what Zac was doing, what the kids were doing. Were they being good? Was he handling it well? Did they have any ideas on where I was? I tried to fight the sleep but I felt so groggy that I laid my head to the side and closed my eyes with thoughts is Isabella walking behind my lids.