TO TEMPT THE BAD BOYS

5: Torture The Answers Out Of You

MEERA

I found myself in the police station the next morning.

It was only when the s*x cleared from my eyes that the enormity of what I allowed to happen dawned on me. Not only did I find out that my one-night stand was a potential, but I also slept with him and even allowed him to c*m down my throat.

It was wild.

So when I woke up the next morning, it was to dress up and drive to the station. But only after I got there did I realize how stupid I was. How foolish everything was. I did not know him by name. Did not even know his house address. I was so carried away the last time his driver drove me from his house to pay attention to my surroundings.

And besides, what did I have to report? The man who was murdered was a serial rapist who had driven 3 of his victims to suicide. I stayed up all night reading about him, and he has been going around assaulting girls for years. His last victim was a fifteen-year-old high schooler who held the world at her fingertips and had big dreams. He attacked, blackmailed, threatened her, and eventually released her explicit videos to her school's website, even though she did all he requested of her.

That drove her to suicide.

Watching the video of her classmate talking about how nice she was made me bawl at 2AM. He deserved to die. In fact, he deserved to die in crueller ways than he was killed.

That was what made me turn back before reaching the counter. I walked outside and immediately made to run back inside when I saw who was leaning against a sleek black car with arms folded on his chest and sunglasses on.

I turned back, only to bump into a solid body. I looked up and craned my head all the way back to see a man probably two times my size staring at me.

“Walk,” was his brief command, and then he nudged me with his body. I turned and complied instinctively, heart pounding in my chest and palms clammy. We were in front of a police station. I could scream, and I'd be saved from whatever this was.

But instead of screaming, I found myself walking towards him. I couldn't deny the dread I was feeling, but I couldn't deny the thrill, too. This was crazy. No matter who his victim was, this man took a life without flinching, and now I was allowing him to kidnap me in broad daylight and in front of a police station.

He didn't say a word when I got to him. He just opened the car's door and nudged me inside. I entered, and he followed suit.

The ride was silent. Suffocatingly silent.

I sat stiffly with my body pressed against the door, head whirling and thoughts all over the place. He could hurt me for trying to report me. He could do terrible things to me. No matter how terrific the s*x between us was, he was still a stranger whose name I didn't know.

“What do you think you're doing?” I injected the steel I wasn't feeling into my voice, and didn't even spare me a glance.

“This is a broad daylight kidnapping,” I muttered, shivers running down my spine when I realized that the car was heading out of town and we were now driving along fewer houses and more buses.

If I was thrilled before, I was terrified now.

“This is insane. You're insane. You can't just kidnap me and take me… You know what…” I was rambling, going on and on about things that made absolutely no sense, but he ignored me.

“I'm going to have to call the police. I need to make a report and…” I fished out my phone from my bag, but I've barely even turned the screen on when it was forcefully snatched away from me.

I looked at him. He was looking at me with dark, indecipherable eyes.

“Don't be stupid, Meera.”

“I shouldn't be stupid?” I couldn't stop the steel rage in my voice. “I shouldn't be stupid? You kidnapped me and you're taking me to God knows where, and you want me to be calm?”

I lost it all then. I didn't think. I couldn't think. The next thing I knew, I was pounding on the door and the adjoining seat, trying to open the door and wind down the window.

“Calm down, Meera.” I paid no heed to him. I only increased the intensity of what I was doing. Even when he grabbed me forcefully and yanked me to him, I only thrashed wildly in his hold until I felt a warm force against my neck.

It wasn't that forceful, but enough to dull my senses, make my eyelids drop, and make my heart slow. As I closed my eyes and my consciousness faded away, I thought of how I was going to die in the hands of a serial killer because of good s*x.

When my eyes opened by themselves again, the fact that I was still alive and breathing and not hurt because I couldn't feel any pain in my body was what first dawned on me.

I was initially grateful and relieved before my eyes grew accustomed to where I was.

I was in a semi-dark room with grey walls and equipment hanging from the ceiling. It took me a while to process what I was seeing.

Whips.

I instinctively made an effort to get away. I lifted my arms, only to realise I couldn't lift them. I glanced down to see my hands tied to the recliner's armrest. And so were my ankles.

But that wasn't even the most disturbing thing. The most disturbing thing was that I was naked. Completely. My p***y was bare, and so were my boobs.

What the hell?

“You're awake, little dove,” my kidnapper said from the other end of the room. I didn't notice him there, and now, he just turned from a high table where s*x toys of various types were listed out. His sleeves were rolled up, and he walked towards me, slowly, like a predator relishing in the fact that their prey were cornered and entirely at their mercy.

There was a sinister glint in his eyes. A smirk on his lips. And two toys in his hands.

My heart pounded. I expected it to be out of fear and probably anger, but it was pounding out of excitement and thrill.

Fuck. What is wrong with me?

What was he going to do to me?

“What the hell do you think you're doing?”

He spread his arms akimbo, “nothing serious, little dove. I'm just going to ask you some questions.”

He crouched in front of me, and his palm rested on my thigh with the familiarity of something that belonged to him. He pressed a button on one of the toys, the one with a pointy edge, and it hummed to life as it flashed a dull blue light.

He looked up at me, and he spread my thighs further apart as he trailed the toy over my skin. It made me jump. Made my body shudder. “Or better put, I'm going to torture the answers out of you.”