Author's Note: These are the first three chapters of my newest ebook, Kaylee's Torment. If you enjoy these preview chapters, please consider purchasing the full ebook.
Yeesh, nice place for a tryst, thought Kaylee as she watched her target enter the side door of a run-down building. At least have the decency to spring for a cheap motel.
Sometimes Kaylee hated the P.I. business. This was the third cheating spouse case in a row, and Kaylee was getting a bit disheartened with the state of relationships in the electronic age. More and more men were using social media or instant dating apps to cheat on their wives or girlfriends, and it made Kaylee wonder if she would be able to trust any guy she ever fell in love with. Still, these men's inability to remain faithful to their wives was quite lucrative, so she kept taking the cases.
This case wasn't any different. Mrs. Lauren Knight contacted her a week ago complaining how her husband, Jonathan, was going out on random evenings and not returning until late in the morning. It was pretty obvious he was doing something he wanted kept secret, but Mrs. Knight needed proof of his infidelity in order to secure the alimony she felt she was due.
Kaylee watched Jonathan for a few days, but he pretty much just stayed at his office all day and went home after work. He'd gone out for lunch a few times, but typically took take-out back to his office or ate alone. Earlier today, though, Mrs. Knight let her know that Jonathan had called saying he was working late again. Sure enough, however, when five o'clock rolled around, Jonathan left the office and drove to the seedy part of town, nearly the direct opposite of the well-to-do subdivision he lived in. Surely, if he did indeed have a mistress, this was where they were meeting.
She snapped a few photos of Jonathan entering the building, but saw no sign of another woman. Obviously, the mistress had arrived earlier, or this was where she lived. Like it or not, Kaylee couldn't close the case without anything incriminating, so she needed to go in for a closer look.
It was beginning to get dark, and there wasn't much traffic on this street at this time of day. Grabbing her camera, Kaylee slipped out of her car, locked the door, and darted across the street toward the door.
This side of the building didn't have any windows, so Kaylee sneaked around back looking for one that was lit from the inside. Behind the building was a narrow alley with a dead-end, but there were indeed windows back here. Unfortunately, they were nearly seven feet off the ground, so she was going to have to climb on top one of the dumpsters in order to be able to see anything.
Kaylee frowned as she looked down at her outfit. Ugh, I did not dress right for this. She had slipped on a turtleneck, knee-length skirt, and boots, figuring she could get into nearly any establishment dressed in such a conservative, yet attractive fashion. If she'd known she was going to be climbing around on trash, she'd have worn jeans and tennis shoes.
With any luck, Jonathan and his mistress would be in plain view, and she could snap a few pictures and get out of there quickly. Fortunately, the dumpster had a metal lid, so she laid her camera on top and then backed up against it, putting her hands on the lid. She hopped, pushing down with her arms, and slid her butt over the edge.
Sliding her legs up behind her, she rolled onto all fours and stood up. The lid seemed firm enough to walk on, so she picked up her camera and crept toward the window.
What she saw inside surprised her. Instead of seeing Jonathan in the embrace of a trashy blonde, he was talking with two other well-dressed men who seemed to be having a serious discussion with him about something she couldn't hear through the glass. Finally, they handed Jonathan a briefcase and shook hands.
"Well, at least he isn't a cheater," muttered Kaylee as she snapped several photos of the transaction. She wasn't sure if this would make Mrs. Knight happy or not, as the woman seemed eager for a valid excuse for divorcing him. That wasn't her problem, though. Marriage counseling fell outside of her list of services.
As the men continued to talk, Kaylee crept back to the edge of the dumpster and descended back to the alley. She slipped her camera strap over her head and shoulder when her thoughts were interrupted by a gruff voice.
"Looking for something, sweetheart?"
Kaylee jumped and spun around. The voice's owner was a large man, at least six-foot-four, who was built like a professional fighter. He had close-cropped hair and wore a tight black tank top and blue jeans. Physically, the five-foot-five brunette knew she was no match for the brute, despite her own athletic build.
"I think I took a wrong turn," she bluffed, hoping the man would fall for the ditzy girl act. "The GPS on my phone must have gotten confused. Do you know where Mac's Pub is?"
"It's two blocks down Twenty-Third, across from the Korean grocery," the man grunted.
Kaylee relaxed, figuring her act had paid off.
"Not sure why you'd start climbing on dumpsters once you entered the alley, though," he replied.
"Oh, you know us dumb girls," Kaylee replied, measuring the distance between the man and the alley entrance. If she timed it right, she might be able to dart around him and get to her car.
"I do, which is why I think you're lying," said the man as he advanced toward her.
Kaylee recognized his intentions, and she bolted toward the alley exit. With alarming speed, the man intercepted her path and delivered a vicious backhand that knocked her to the ground. Her head rang from the blow, and she tried shaking it to regain her bearings.
Before she had a chance to collect her wits, the man grabbed her and pulled her arms painfully behind her back. Pinning her wrists together with one hand, he reached under her waist with the other and pulled her to her feet. He moved his hand from her waist over her mouth and ordered her to keep quiet unless she wanted hit a second time.
Kaylee nodded, knowing a second blow could very likely knock her out completely.
The man grabbed her shoulder and began leading her back toward the door Jonathan had entered earlier.
The three men stopped talking and turned toward the door as the man entered with Kaylee.
"What's this, Otto?" asked one of the men Kaylee didn't recognize, but at least now she had a name for the man holding her.
"I'm not sure," replied Otto, "but she was in the alley on top of one of the dumpsters taking pictures of the three of you."
If Otto saw her taking the pictures, she knew the lost girl act wasn't going to work on his bosses either. The only play she had at this point was to come completely clean, hoping they would assume she knew nothing and let her go. Sure, Jonathan would be onto his wife's plan and Kaylee might lose her fee, but that was a small price to pay to get out of this quickly escalating situation.
"I'm just a P.I. hired by Jonathan's wife because she thought he was cheating on her," blurted Kaylee. "I don't care who you two are or what this is about, so can't we just call it even and go our separate ways?"
Jonathan scoffed at her statement. "No way!" he exclaimed. "Lauren understands my job involves working odd hours, and she would never pay someone to follow me!"
The second stranger spoke up. "Mr. Knight, you've put this entire plan at risk by allowing yourself to be followed. While she may be telling the truth, this operation is too important to take that chance."
"I swear!" pleaded Kaylee. "Keep my camera, I just... mmph!" Otto clamped his hand over her mouth as her volume increased.
"Thank you," said the first man. "Yes, we will be keeping your camera. That was never a point of debate. However, we need to make sure you do, in fact, know nothing. Otto, secure her while we determine our next course of action."
Otto led Kaylee across the room, which appeared to be an older, mostly unfurnished apartment. There was a support pole of some sort near the kitchen area, and Otto stood her up against it. He unclamped her mouth momentarily as he removed the camera and placed it on the floor. Then he pulled her hands around the back of the pole and began tying her wrists together. Kaylee thought about screaming for help, but feared the repercussions of an outburst. Instead, she tried reasoning with her captors.
"Look," she said, "I don't know what you guys are up to, and I don't care. We don't have to do this."
By way of an answer, Otto pulled a rolled-up cloth between her teeth and knotted it behind her head. Then he found more rope and began wrapping lengths of it around her torso, waist, and legs until Kaylee was practically immobile.
When he finished, Otto approached the other men.
"As I was saying," said the first, "we need to find out what she knows -- if anything. It's best if we leave here and let Otto do what he does best."
Jonathan shuddered. "I want no part of this..."
"None of us, aside from Otto perhaps, want any part of this," interrupted the second man, "but here we are. You knew the severity of this plan going in, Mr. Knight, and you have been reimbursed quite well for your involvement. So we are all a part of this whether we like it or not."
Jonathan set his jaw and nodded. He gave Kaylee a look that resembled pity, which made her shiver at its implication.
"Otto, we'll leave you to do your thing," said the first man. "Let us know what you find out."
"Yes, sirs," nodded the brute. "I should have an answer for you by morning."
Once the men left, Otto approached Kaylee and looked her over. "I need to go get a few things. Stay here until I get back, and then the two of us can have some fun."
Kaylee whined through her gag, but Otto just smiled.
After Otto left, Kaylee tried her best to get free, but she was tied too tightly and with too much rope to make any progress. Her eyes darted around the room looking for some avenue of escape.
The kitchen was a few feet away and there could be a knife or scissors in one of the drawers, but she had no hope of getting there as long as she was tied to the pole. She wriggled her wrists trying to get access to the knot, but the ropes around her arms prevented her from getting any leverage.
Then she tried pulling her arms in, hoping the ropes would slip down, but Otto had apparently accounted for that, too, as her bonds were anchored around her shoulders and only shifted a few centimeters. Realizing time was running out, her maneuvers turned to violent thrashes in desperation.
Just as she was getting tired, the door opened, and Otto entered carrying a large duffel bag.
"Still here, I see," he said, dropping the bag near Kaylee's feet. He cupped a hand under her chin and looked at her face. "You're very pretty, and we're going to have fun together."
Kaylee shook. This was the second time he mentioned having "fun" with her, and she was afraid of what he meant.
Otto tapped her gag with his index finger. "First, I think we'll change this." He squatted down and unzipped the duffel bag. Kaylee spotted more rope, stuff she thought looked like bondage equipment, and a few other items she couldn't identify inside.
He stood, holding a red rubber ball with straps on either side of it. "Ever wore one of these?" he asked.
Kaylee shook her head, not to answer his question, but to beg him not to make things worse for her.
Otto cupped the ball in one hand and reached around with the other to untie the cloth. In one motion, he pulled the rag free and pushed the ball into Kaylee's mouth. She twisted her head in an attempt to fight the rubber invader, but having nowhere to go combined with Otto's obvious strength advantage, she felt the ball compress slightly as it passed between her teeth and pop back into shape, locking itself into place.
"A perfect fit," remarked Otto as he began buckling the straps behind her head.
Kaylee grunted at the sensation of having her mouth forced open and completely filled. She gasped as she tried to breathe around the ball.
"A ballgag takes a little getting used to," said Otto. "Breathe through your nose and try not to hyperventilate. Fortunately, we've got plenty of time for you to get accustomed to it."
Otto began untying the ropes around her torso, and Kaylee considered her options. If he untied her completely, she might be able to make a break for it, especially if she could land a shot to his gut or groin, which could give her enough time to open the door and run. At best, she was going to have one chance, so she had to wait for a near-perfect opportunity.
Otto left her legs tied, however, and untied her wrists. Kaylee wanted to reach up and take the gag out, but she knew he would put a stop to that before she even found the buckle.
"Take off your shirt," said Otto.
Kaylee paused. Did he just ask her to undress?
Otto reached into his pocket and flicked open a switchblade knife. "Take off your shirt, or I'm going to cut it off of you."
What could she do? Her legs were still tied to the post, she was gagged, her captor was much larger than her, and now he was armed. Kaylee nodded, then reached down toward her waist, hooked the bottom of her turtleneck, and pulled it up over her head. Otto grabbed a hold of it, pulled it off of her arms, and tossed it aside. Instinctively, Kaylee crossed her arms over her chest.
Otto retracted the blade and put the knife away. "Don't be so modest. I'm letting you keep the bra... for now." He walked behind Kaylee, bent her forward slightly, and pulled her arms behind her back. He positioned her arms so her hands were near their opposite elbow and tied a long rope in the center. He pulled the remainder upward, placing his fist near her shoulder blades and wrapped her chest and upper arms a few times before tying a series of knots at the center of her back. With the last bit of slack, he pulled upward, circling Kaylee's neck twice, tying a final knot to keep it in place.
Kaylee's hopes sunk, realizing if she tried to struggle, she would inevitably choke herself, and Otto could put any amount of tension on the rope to control her.
Otto knelt down and began untying her legs from her ankles upward, ensuring she couldn't kick and run away until he finally undid the ropes binding her thighs.
Once she was free of the pole, Otto picked up the duffel bag and motioned toward a door near the kitchen. "Let's get out of this main room," he said.
Kaylee hesitated for a moment, but realized she didn't have a choice. She walked toward the door he indicated and came to a stop at the entrance. The room was obviously a bedroom, dominated by a sheetless king-sized mattress sitting atop an ornate cast iron frame. Otto's intentions were no longer a mystery, and Kaylee began to panic.
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