I took a minute to look around more closely. I opened the first door in the hallway. It was a small bathroom with a rubber ducky shower curtain and a lime green rug. There was a hamper half-filled with dirty laundry, a few towels were haphazardly hung over a towel rack. I opened the medicine cabinet. Tampons, toothpaste, deodorant, but nothing that gave me any cause for concern. It was normal. I was expecting to find a bunch of pill bottles, but sometimes junkies are clever.

I moved to the bedroom. A black comforter with small yellow stitched flowers covered the bed and a blue, silk robe laid across the end of the bed. I couldn't help it. I grabbed it and brought it up to my face. I imagined her silky, soft skin coming out of a shower. How her large, round breasts must’ve pressed against the silk and how it would’ve cinched at the waist then flowed over her supple ass and hips.

Shaking my head, I set it down and continued going through her things. I didn't care if she would be pissed. She’d left our kid, and wasn't here. I needed some clues as to how bad she was. I searched through her drawers, and then under the bed. I found a lock box, and thought I’d hit the jackpot, after breaking the flimsy lock, I found thousands of dollars. What in the actual fuck? Enrico must be supplying her drugs? Or maybe she just wasn't that bad yet, but where in the hell was she?

Nothing in her apartment told me much about anything. I had no idea where she was, and as time ticked by, I became more and more worried. Shane called the strip joint and was told she left with Enrico last night, and that she was three sheets to the wind.

We waited for a few hours. I called in a favor. Someone came by with a truck and trailer for my bike. There was no way I was leaving Gunner here. In those couple of hours, I played video games with Gunner and got to know him. Damn, the kid was cool.

“Kid, not sure when your Mom is going to be back, and I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here. I want you to pack a bag. Bring plenty of your toys and whatever else you want. I got a truck downstairs.

“But, what if I’m not here when she gets home? She’ll be so worried.” He was unsure, so I got down to his level and tried the best I could.

“How about we wait until your neighbor gets home, and we leave all my info for your Mom to call me, okay?”

He considered this for a few minutes and asked, “Can I bring my Xbox?”

“You don't need to. I have one. But why don’t you bring your games?”

“Yeah, okay. Are you really sure we should leave?”

I put my hand on Gunner’s shoulder, “Yeah, kid. We’ll find her, though. Promise.”

Chapter Ten Charlie

I was gagging. I had no air. I had no breath. Something was being shoved down my throat. Vomit was threatening to come up, the acidic bile burned my esophagus. Just when I thought I’d pass back out again from lack of oxygen, it let up. I regained consciousness, but had no idea where I was, or what was happening. My eyes squinted open, the bright lights hurt. Then, it was happening again, only this time I knew what it was.

Black slacks came at me, and I realized what I was being gagged with. A hard cock hit my lips. I refused to open my mouth and was met with a hard slap to my cheek, and my nose being squeezed shut. After a minute, I had no choice, but to gasp for air.

“Swear, you bite me, and you’ll regret it.” He thrust forward. I knew exactly whose voice that was, even though I hadn’t seen him yet. I coughed as he hit the back of my throat. He held his cock there and still held my nose closed. I couldn't breathe, but then his dick slid out again, only enough for me to gasp for air. Then, it was right back in there, choking me.

“Do you know how beautiful your lips look wrapped around my cock? I told you I would have you.” He reached down and twisted my nipple. It wasn't sexy, it hurt. Everything hurt. Tears leaked out of my eyes as I gasped for air again. “No? What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” He slid deep into the back of my throat again and began to just thrust in and out. A quick slap to my breast and then another. I was being abused in such a vile way. “You’re my plaything, now. You’ll be here for as long as I like to use and play with as much as I want.”

This couldn't be happening. There was so much pain. My entire body hurt.

I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I could just pretend this all away. His dick pulled out and he slapped my face again, hard, so hard it felt like my brain slammed against my skull.

“No, you keep those eyes open, and open your mouth again. I’m not done fucking it.” It was then that I realized that my hands were restrained behind my back. I complied, because what choice did I have? My mouth opened and he slid inside my mouth again. “Good girl.”

I saw his face for the first time. His eyes, they were evil. So cold and calculating. They watched me with mirth. He enjoyed every second of this. I knew I was, in fact, his toy.

He continued thrusting in and out, sometimes taking his time. It felt like he was delaying his own orgasm just to make this last longer. My throat burned. I gagged again, and I couldn't breathe. My vision was spotty. I thought I was going to pass out. I prayed that I would.

He released me again, then pumped three times hard and fast until I was choking on his semen. The warm hot liquid filled the back of my throat. I coughed and coughed, but his dick was still jammed inside my mouth. Cum came up over my lips. He eased up just enough and ordered, “Swallow.”

I swallowed as much as I could as he pumped gently on the edge of my lips. My jaw ached. My throat burned. My face felt like it was on fire. I could only imagine that it was swelling up fairly good. His dick left my mouth. I breathed in and out deeply, grateful to be able to pull air into my lungs. I was glad the assault was over.

“You did well. Maybe I’ll reward you. Yeah?” Enrico asked. He sat me up, his hands sliding all over my body. It felt repulsive. It was like the devil was touching me and leaving his evil all over my body.

I looked around, trying to see if there was any way out. I was on a bed. It was large with black satin surrounding me. There was a large armoire and dresser in the room and a few doors. There was one window with heavy black curtains drapes covering it. A large decorative rug with oriental swirls of reds and blacks covered the hardwood floor. There was a painting on a wall that scared me. It was black with shades of reds, and reminded me of blood dripping.

He had a distinct cologne that I’d smelled before, something rich by Armani. I couldn’t place the name, but I remembered smelling it at the department store once and took a sample, thinking I’d like the smell on a man one day. It was instantly my most hated scent. It was everywhere, surrounding me.