The Mayor's Daughter III: Miller's End

Chapter One-2

“If you reach for that taser again, I’m going to break your arm,” he said coldly as he held her. “You know I can do it. You’ve done this before.”

Kate remained silent. He was right. He had all the leverage.

“Now, grab one of the bars of that cage with your free hand or you’re going to need surgery,” he demanded.

“f**k!” Kate cried out in pain as she felt him increase the pressure on her wrist. She quickly moved her free hand away from her belt and up to grab one of the cold metal bars of the cage, as he’d ordered. “You’re making this worse for yourself, Marlow.”

“Am I now?” he asked, and then Kate heard the ratcheting sound of a handcuff opening, metal grating on metal. “I don’t know about that.”

“I don’t know how you got away with this so far,” Kate spoke firmly, trying to keep her voice steady as she felt him close a cold metal cuff around the wrist of the hand that held the bar. “But do you really think you can keep three missing women here and not get caught? And one of them a cop? Kidnappers always get caught.”

“Because kidnappers are always stupid,” he answered. Kate heard the rattling of chain against metal. “But I’m smarter than all those amateurs.”

Kate breathed hard through her nose, teeth clenched, as he slowly adjusted the hand that he held behind her back. He kept the pressure on her wrist, bending it painfully as he moved it out to her side and then reached it up toward where her other wrist waited. She tried to pull away, but then only cried out anew in pain as he twisted her held wrist painfully. For a moment, she thought it would snap, but then she relaxed and he returned to moving it almost gently to meet the first. She winced as she felt him close the cuff tightly around her wrist. Lifting her cheek from where it rested on the cold cement floor, she saw that the chain between the cuffs had been run around one of the bars of the cage.

“I found you, didn’t I?” she asked as she tried to fight back the shudder of fear that ran through her body. She could feel his weight on her back, pinning her to the floor. She was cuffed to the cage in this house of horrors. Why hadn’t she just shot him when she had the chance?

“Yes, you did, and we’ll have to spend some time talking about that later,” he answered. She felt him shift on her back, turning to face her legs. He kept the pressure down on her, bearing down with his weight and not allowing her a chance to kick free. He moved down along her body, stopping when he was sitting on the backs of her thighs. “You’ll have to tell me all about the events that brought you here, so that I can make sure that doesn’t happen again.”

“Harris knows I’m here,” Kate spoke, feeling him lift her left foot off the ground. She felt his hands on her boot and quickly jerked it away from his hold. “When I told him about my suspicions, he let me go look. If he doesn’t hear back from me, he’ll know that something happened. He’ll know that you’re behind it.”

Kate tried to remain still as she felt him shifting against her body. She turned her head, craning her neck to see what he was doing. Harris hated Marlow. She knew that, and Marlow knew it, too. Harris knew that Marlow was dirty, and had been looking for a way to bring him down for at least the three years that Kate had been on the force. She caught sight of him just in time to see him pivot at the waist, still sitting on the backs of her thighs. She tensed as she saw his raised fist in the air and then cried out in pain as he brought it down hard against her back, driving it into her kidney. She coughed, sputtering for breath as her body convulsed beneath him from the wicked strike. Pain radiated out from her lower back as she felt tears stinging her eyes.

“You didn’t tell Harris,” he spoke calmly. “Whatever you thought was going on out here; you didn’t know that it involved me.”

“You’re wrong,” Kate panted and then she cried out once more as he struck her hard, his fist hitting her in the same spot again. She pulled hard at the cuffs that held her wrists trapped against the bars of the cage, her body tensing at the impact of his fist. She coughed again, almost gagging on the pain that consumed her.

“You didn’t tell Harris. If you’d told him, he would never have let you come out here alone. He hates me,” he spoke venomously. “Do you know why I hit you?”

“Because of what I said about Harris?” she asked. He shifted again. For a brief moment, she felt the pressure of his body lift from her. And then she cried out as he yanked on her legs, pulling her away from the cage until her arms were stretched out towards it before he settled into place on her legs once more.

“No,” he answered simply. She felt his hands on her foot again.

“Then it’s because you like hitting women,” Kate answered, lifting her head from where it rested on the ground to look up along her outstretched arms to the cuffs that held tight to her wrists. She groaned, her breathing quickening as he lifted her boot again with a sick laugh.

“Actually, no, I don’t enjoy hitting women much,” he replied. She felt him tug the laces of her boot free.

“Then why?” she asked.

“Because you pulled your foot away from me,” he responded simply. “You will quickly learn that I get my way here. But we’ll have plenty of time for you to become intimately familiar with that fact.”

Kate felt her boot loosen and then he pulled it free to uncover her foot and its sock below. Her sock came next as he held her foot upright, and she wiggled her toes a little in the air as it came free. He lowered it to the ground, and she felt the cool cement against her bare foot.

“Is that what this is about?” she asked as he lifted her other foot and she felt her boot loosening like the first. “Some b***h at home that doesn’t let you have your way so you take it out on others? I’ve seen your type before.”

“Would it make you feel better to believe that?” he asked with a laugh as he removed her boot and then the sock. “Would it make you feel better about the situation you’re in right now?”

“f**k you,” Kate spat as he released her second foot and allowed her to lower it to the ground with the first.

Kate grunted as he shifted again, rising from her body. She tried to pull herself forward away from him by her cuffed hands, but he was holding her in place by the back of her belt now. He took hold of her hips and turned her over roughly. The chain between her hands twisted as he flipped her easily, the cuffs biting painfully into her wrists. She glared up at him as he sat down straddling her thighs again.

“You’re Spanish, right?” he asked and she watched his hands move to her belt, slowly opening the buckle there.

“Portuguese,” she hissed as he tugged the belt free. She felt a dread settle into her as she watched him turn his attention to the button of her pants, opening it and unzipping them. “What the f**k does that matter?”

“Oh, I suppose it doesn’t matter, when you put it that way,” he answered as he began to tug downward on the waistline of her pants. She watched, helplessly as they were drawn down her thighs. The bottom hem of her uniform shirt was revealed, and then bare thighs beyond. He moved back along her legs as he pulled down her pants. “It’s just something I’ve been curious about ever since you joined the force.”

“Oh, so you’re a racist and a chauvinist?” she spat as he stopped when he reached her ankles. She watched him unclip her own handcuffs from their spot on her belt, swinging them open and dangling them above her. “Aren’t you special?”

“Curiosity makes me a racist?” he laughed as he brought the first cuff down, closing it around her left ankle as he pulled the pant-leg free from it.

“The fact that you noticed is a sign,” she answered, watching as he pulled the other cuff away, threading it through a waiting ring set into the floor. He held tight to her other ankle as he pulled the pants away from it, and then closed the second cuff in place around it.

“You know, I’ve never been a big fan of the race card,” he said as he moved alongside her on her knees. She pulled at the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, feeling the tight metal against her flesh, keeping her drawn out between the cage and the ring on the floor. “I feel like it’s just over-played.”

“Funny, but I’ve never met a white man who felt differently,” she returned angrily. She could only watch as his hands moved to the buttons of her shirt, starting at the bottom and slowly opening them.

“Ah, but you see,” he said softly. She watched as the bottom of her shirt fell open, revealing her white cotton panties beneath. “I don’t hold your race against you. And I think very few people ever have. Your skin, for example,” he said softly as the taut flesh of her stomach was revealed beneath the shirt as it continued to fall open. He ran a finger along the bare skin there, making her breathing quicken as a flutter ran through her belly. “It’s simply intoxicating. How would you describe it? Tan? Mocha? White girls like Jessica spend a fortune trying to get just this shade.”

“I’d describe it as get your f*****g hands off me,” Kate growled as he continued to play the fingers of one hand along her flesh while the other moved up along the shirt, opening it as it traveled. But the words sounded hollow, such an empty threat, even to her.

“You had me, you know,” he said as he continued to unbutton her shirt. She watched as it fell away from her breasts, revealing where they rose and fell quickly behind the simple material of her matching white cotton bra.

“Yeah, and I should have just f*****g shot you when I had the chance,” she replied as he finished the last of the buttons, her collar falling open to either side of her. “I won’t make that mistake again.”

“Well, sure then, too,” he chuckled. Kate gasped as his hands moved to her breasts, grasping them through the material of her bra. She felt his fingers digging into the soft flesh of the round globes, mauling them as she clenched her teeth. “But I’m not talking about then.”

“Get your f*****g hands off me, you piece of s**t,” Kate hissed angrily as he continued to fondle her breasts, but his hands did not respond to her powerless demand.

“Aren’t you at least curious as to when I am talking about?” he asked, his hands stopping their movement to simply grip her breasts.

“Fine, I’ll play your game,” Kate spoke as she squirmed against the concrete, glaring up at him. “When did I screw up?”

“You went for your taser,” he answered softly, and she felt his hands tighten on her breasts through the material of her bra. “What’s the most powerful weapon that you have? The first thing you’re trained to go for when things go wrong?”

Kate scowled, turning her face to look away from him, around the small room. She knew exactly what he was talking about. It had been engrained into her, into all of the recruits, at the academy. It had been right there on her belt next to the taser, her constant companion.

“My radio,” she finally answered, turning her eyes back from the terrible sights the room had to offer to look up at him again. She saw the smile on his lips at her words, and the cold steel look in his eyes.

“That’s right, Officer Morgan,” he chuckled as his hands resumed their fondling. “Your radio is the most effective and powerful tool in your arsenal. And, for a moment, I thought you had me. I thought that’s what you were going for. Just the touch of a button, and all of this would have come crashing down around me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Kate answered weakly. “It’s all coming crashing down regardless. You’re not going to get away with this.”