Amy's abusive and homicidal ex-boyfriend has something she wants, so she tries to get it back, quickly realizing what a big mistake it is.
He had it, and she wanted it back. She didn't know how it had managed to slip off her wrist, or if it was even still in the same place she'd left it, even after two years, but she had to try and get it back, because her best friends Courtney and Zack had made it for her, and they had made it with love. She didn’t want this prick to keep it. She had debated over and over again about leaving the house, this crisp and chilly fall Friday in September, and as much as she really, really hated to drive out to this scumbag's film studio, she forced herself to get in the car and do it. Her birthday was coming up, and she wanted to have this trinket with her when she went to Vegas with her friends.
She sat behind the wheel of her blue VW bug, a pair of black, Posh spice style sunglasses over her eyes, with large square lenses, watching as her homicidal maniac ex-boyfriend, Victor Bane, arrived, pulling his black Porsche 911 into his designated parking space at the front of the lot. She slipped further down in her seat as he got out of the car, dressed to the nines as usual, in his black Gucci suit and red dress shirt beneath, that fit his six-foot-two frame perfectly, walking with that same arrogant swagger as usual, his steely green eyes hidden behind a pair of dark Aviator sunglasses, his head held high as he made his way towards the front entrance of the Bane Entertainment building.
Silently cursing her stupidity, she waited a minute until he had slipped inside, before grabbing her purse, exiting her car and following. If either of her friends knew what she was doing, they would of stopped her, but more than that, if they knew she was venturing into unsafe territory, they would be furious. Her heart pounded like a drum,
louder and louder with every step she took, wishing she had brought more than just a can of mace and a letter opener with her for weapons, but they would have to do. Her steps slowed as she approached the entrance doors, pushing down the huge lump in her throat when she saw Victor standing at the desk, sans his sunglasses, consulting with his tall, blonde, big breasted and slutty little personal assistant, Lucy Decoy. She summoned up the courage to take a couple deep breaths, before reaching out with a shaky hand, opening the door and stepping inside.
Lucy fell silent as she stepped through the door, her green eyes darkening with vexation as they locked eyes. Victor followed her gaze and froze, “Amy...” He noticeably pushed a huge lump of his own down in his throat, before he relaxed, his lips curling into a grin, “my sweet Amy.” He turned and took a few steps in her direction. “It's been a long time, and yet, the sight of you still manages to make me as hard as ever.”
"But Master, I thought I made--"
“Shut up!” Victor cried, silencing Lucy before she could finish her sentence, shooting a glare at her over his shoulder. “And get back to work, Decoy.”
Lucy sat gaping at him for a few long seconds, shooting an icy glare at Amy before finally doing as he told her, and turning back to her computer, continuing to type.
Victor reached out to set his hands on Amy's hips, leaning in as if he were about to kiss her, but she pulled away at the last minute, turning her head away. “I'm not 'your sweet' anymore, Victor.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she fixed her firm gaze on Victor, “and I didn't come here to see you.”
He exuded a deep and impatient sigh. “Then prey tell, my dear, why are you here?” He glanced over at two tall, leggy women that sat in the waiting area, one brunette and the other blonde, with model like features, in scantily clad outfits. “Thinking of auditioning for my next BDSM film, like those two ladies? Or would you just like your picture taken Hmm?” His lips curled into a cocky grin, chuckling softly in amusement.
“Not a chance in hell. I'm here because you have something of mine. Something I left in that underground oper--” He covered her mouth with his hand, silencing her, much to her disbelief.
“That's quite enough of that, sweetie pie.” He stole a quick glance over his shoulder at Lucy. His hand fell away from her mouth. “I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but I don't have anything of yours. You took it all with you that morning after your operation.”
"Gee, that's funny, because I looked everywhere and can't find it!" She cried.
"That's not my problem."
"I want it Victor! I want it now!" She demanded, causing the two model looking women to look up curiously. "And I'm not leaving until I get it, so you better give it to me."
He noticed that she was drawing a scene and held her gaze for a few long seconds, his steely green eyes darkening in vexation, so dark that they nearly turned black. She knew what was coming even before he grabbed her arm, dragging her out of the lobby and turning right, heading down the main corridor of the building. Amy winced painfully at the death grip he had on her arm. "Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Giving me orders like that? You think I'm going to stand for that bullshit, in front of a couple potential clients?"
She tried to pull her arm free but to no avail. He just kept dragging her forward with each long stride he took. "Victor, let me go!"
"Shut up!" He snapped. "You know, it's a shame, I was actually starting to miss you, my sweet. The thought occurred to me that maybe I'd made a mistake, screwing and courting someone as predictable as Lucy, and that I could possibly win you back when I returned to the states, but now I see, I should of taken my rage out on you instead of that little bitch, Courtney."
Her heart pounded frantically, her eyes widening in horror. "Victor, I just want what I came for. That's all. I'm sorry for making a scene in front of your clients. I really am. Just give me what I asked for and I'll be on my way."
"Oh don't worry, sweetie pie, I'll give you what you asked for...when I decide it's convenient, not when you tell me to." He came to the end of the hall, stopping at a familiar looking door and slipping his hand into the pocket of his slacks, pulling out his keys and unlocking the door.
While she was relieved that he was taking her to find Zack and Courtney's gift, the last thing she wanted was to be left underground with him, where no one would hear her scream. Pulling the door open, he flung her inside so fast that she ran into the guard railing at the top of a flight of stairs that led down to his operating facility. Her gut connected hard with it, knocking the wind right out of her and causing her to double over in pain, falling against the metal platform on her bottom, groaning and wincing painfully as she held her stomach. She heard the door slam, followed by the click of a lock, then Victor's voice.
"Get up," he commanded.
"I can't, you hurt me," she said before exuding another painful groan. Opening her eyes, she slowly lifted her chin to look up at him. "You know what? You can keep the stupid thing. I don't want it now. I just want to go home and get the hell out of here."
"You're not going anywhere, and you're not getting it until I teach you some respect, now get up! Or would you like me to drag you down the stairs myself, kicking and screaming?"
Amy reached inside her purse, digging around for her mace. The moment she closed her hand around the can, he grabbed her arm, yanking her up to her feet and the can fell back inside. "No! Wait! I'll walk! I'll walk down them!" She cried.
He let go of her arm and gave her a little shove, nearly making her trip down the stairs. "Then get moving," he growled. "Now."
Tears formed behind her eyes as she grabbed the railing and started down the stairs. "I...I think I left it in the exam room," she said, trying to bring her focus back to what she really wanted.
"Well what a coincidence, because that's where I intend on schooling you," he told her.
Schooling her? She shuddered to think what he had in store for her, and in the exam room no less. She had a couple of frightening thoughts, but none that she wanted to contemplate any further, pushing them out of her mind almost as fast as they entered. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she glanced towards the exam rooms, wondering if she could reach one of the two before him, and lock herself inside, preventing him from trying to touch her, but if she did that, she might never escape, unless it was by his hand, probably with a knife in her gut the minute she stepped outside.
"You'd never make it, my sweet," he told her, almost as if he had read her mind. "You'd be dead before you even set foot in the room."
A chill danced down her spine as she turned to face him. "Victor, please...if you give me what I came for, I promise I'll never make a scene here again. No, I'll keep the police far away from you. You can hide out somewhere, far away, and they won't bother you again."
"Been there, done that. And I'm afraid..." He stepped down off the final step. "You're running out of lifelines, sweetheart." Slipping his arm around her shoulders, he led her towards the first exam room. "Now, why don't we take a trip to the exam room, hmm?" She pushed the huge lump down in her throat, her heart pounding a mile a minute, having no choice but to go with him. Pulling open the door with his free hand, he gave her a shove inside, making her hurtle towards the tissue papered exam table in the center of the room.
She caught herself in the nick of time, the tissue paper crinkling under her hands as she reached out to steady herself. Her breath caught in her throat when she heard the slam of the door and the click of the lock, but she didn't bother looking back. Instead, she looked over the side and started searching all around the table for her trinket. Where was it? Oh god, where? She knew it had to be here. Where? Where was it? She jumped, her loins clenching involuntarily when she felt Victor's hand connect hard with her ass.
"Take off your clothes and lie down on the table," he commanded.
She froze at his choice of words, slowly turning around to face him, her brows furrowing inquisitively. "Why? There is no way in hell you're going to make me-" Her words were cut off as he turned and shoved his foot against a metal tray with an angry growl, knocking it to the floor with a loud bang, causing her to jump in fright.
"I said take off your goddamn clothes!" He screamed.
She dropped her purse on the floor beside the exam table, then, with two shaky hands, began taking off her clothes, pulling her blouse up over her head, tugging her boots off, then unbuttoning her jeans, sliding the zipper down and stepping out of them. She paused, looking up at him expectantly, her heart pounding frantically in her chest.
"Keep going, everything."
She obeyed him and slowly removed her bra, pulled off her socks, and finally, as she trembled from the cold in the room, slipped out of her panties. Victor stood there for a few long seconds, his lips curling into a grin as he took in her petite and thin naked body. She pushed a huge lump down in her throat, waiting for his next instructions.
"Now get up on the table, lie down and bend your knees," he commanded.
"Are you going to give me what I came for after this sick-"
"Now!" He screamed.
She hopped up onto the table faster than he could blink, the tissue paper crinkling beneath her bare naked ass and back as she laid back, the table and paper chilly beneath her. Bending her knees, she placed her feet against the edge of the table. She stared up at the ceiling until she saw him cross the room, grabbing another metal tray with a blue drape covering something beneath it, and rolling it over to the foot of the table, followed by a stool. The next thing she heard was Victor pulling something out from beneath the table, her eyes widening in horror when she realized they were metal stirrups. Grabbing her ankles, he yanked her further down the table and set each of her feet on one metal plate.
"Now, Ms. Gellar, let's a take look here, shall we?" Setting a firm hand on each one of her knees, he spread her legs apart as far as he could get them.
Oh god, was he going to...? "Victor, please...don't." Her heart hammered in her chest when he pulled the drape from the tray, revealing the numerous, deadly sharp and frightening looking metal instruments beneath, her eyes widening in terror once more as she saw him pick up a metal speculum.
That was it, she'd had enough of this sick game of his. Fuck the bracelet. Her life was more important. She squealed as the ice cold metal instrument touched and probed her vaginal region, and instinctively shoved the heel of her foot into Victor's nose, as hard as she could muster, causing him to drop the speculum. As he shouted in pain, and grabbed his suddenly bleeding nose, she used every second to her advantage, rolled off of the table with the reflexes of a cat, snatched her purse and her clothes from the floor and ran to the door. He reached an arm out to grab her as she attempted to unlock the door, but jabbed him in the eye with her fist.
Throwing the door open, she ran as fast as her feet could carry her, down the hall, and dashed up the stairs, nearly tripping over her own two feet because of how fast she was moving. When she reached the top, she tried the knob but it was locked. Tears welled up in her eyes. "No! No, no, no!" She dropped her clothes and purse at her feet and began pounding on the door with her fists, as hard as she could and screaming for help at the top of her lungs. "Help! Somebody help me! Please! Help!" The tears streamed down her cheeks the more she screamed. She consistently glanced over her shoulder, fearing Victor would be coming after her. She heard him growl angrily, but from a distance, it sounded more like an animal growling. "Please! Somebody! Anybody! Help me! Please! Help!"
"Amy! Love! Are you in there!" James Cunningham called from the opposite side of the door. He was Victor's best friend, whom she had had a brief fling with two years ago, after Victor tried to kill her best friend, Courtney.
"Yes, James! Please! Let me out, please!" She shouted. "Victor trapped me in here with him, and he's trying to hurt me! Please! Please open the door!"
"Bloody hell! Just a second, just keep calm, I'll get you out!"
"Hurry! Please hurry!" She screamed, glancing over her shoulder and seeing Victor stumbling out of the exam room, holding his bloody nose. "He's coming! Please! Hurry!" She sobbed loudly as she heard someone stick a key into the door lock and jiggle it to try and get it open.
"You're going to pay for that one, my sweet!" Victor shouted, dashing over to the staircase and starting up the stairs, blood dripping down his face and over his upper lip. He looked like a wild beast, a raging bull charging at her.
Feeling a rush of air, she looked back just in time to see the door open and James standing there, staring dumbfounded at her stark naked body. "Come on, love! Chop chop! Hurry! Go!"
Reaching down, she scooped up her clothes and her purse and ran out into the hall, her feet slapping against the cool white linoleum floor as she headed towards the entrance of the building, not caring who saw her. The only thing she cared about was getting out of there alive, and more importantly, without a scratch or cut on any of her private parts. The two model looking clients looked up in astonishment, as did Lucy, when she came dashing past them stark naked. Shoving the front entrance door open, she ran around to the side of the building, dropped her purse on the ground and changed back into her clothes as fast as she could. A couple minutes later, when she was fully dressed, she walked to the edge of the building and peeked her head around the corner. When she didn't see Victor, she sprinted across the parking lot towards her car, as fast as her feet could carry her, threw her purse inside, got in and peeled out of the lot, heading home, not daring to look back.
She would just have to do without her charm bracelet. If Courtney or Zack asked where it was, she would just tell them she lost it, but losing her life was not worth getting it back.