She stopped for a third time, rueing the rug beneath her naked body. Though Kathy had made it no more than 7 inches, there was severe rugburn on her chest and back from trying to first pull with her stomach muscles while lying face forward, much like a worm would, then trying to push herself with her legs while lying on her back.
The phone continued to ring but seemed to be eons away from her, and even if she could get to it, her options for what to do then were limited what with the tape tightly plastered over her mouth. Still, what other choice did she have? Her eyes strayed back to the television, and the sight she saw there fueled her anger. She rolled back onto her stomach and resumed the painful task, no longer caring about the pain, focusing only on the ringing phone, picking up speed as she worked her way towards it, drastic, determined, and desperate. The ringing phone heard, Crystal stands, pulling herself away from her captive love, and begins to turn the corner to answer...
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Almost there! All she had to do was bump the stand and knock the phone to the floor, granted she couldn't talk past the gag, but still the caller would at least get the idea that there was some trouble, and that was something. If only she could make it the last inch or so!
Kathy took another deep breath and got ready to make the final effort. That was when the foot suddenly blocked her path, crying out in shock behind the tape, Kathy looked up, only to have her hopes of a rescue dashed as she saw Crystal standing over her. Her eyes narrowed at the young girl, who was topless and wore only a pair of sheer pantyhose, nothing beneath, and her stomach turned when she saw how wet the crotch of them were, not only on the inside, but from the outside as well, from Josh. She dropped her eyes to the floor, not wanting this hardly legal vixen see how much she was hurting at the moment.
"Going somewhere Kat?" Crystal sneered, purposefully using the pet name Josh had given her. She kicked Kathy's side, rolling her onto her back, forcing her to look up at her. "That was very naughty of you, trying to sneak around while my back was turned, and you will be punished for it, believe me." 'How can she punish more any more than she already is, she's already killed me inside.' Kathy thought to herself.
Meanwhile, Crystal walked the extra steps to the phone, and picked up the receiver, stretching her leg and running a pedicured toenail roughly across Kathy's rugburnt breasts, inflicting a surprisingly incredible amount of pain. Kathy screamed beneath her gag, which warranted an evil grin from her captor, who had since began speaking into the phone.
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Andre Portier was not a stranger to panic, it was more like they were distant cousins who only saw each other at a rare family get together.
However, that reunion had apparently come as he stood and heard the seemingly endless ringing through the earpiece of his cell phone. He started to believe maybe he actually HAD been wrong about her, had mistaken her angry declarations and vows for fortitude and promise after all. He was too far in to turn back now, yet it seemed he had no other choice... so much of his plan had relied on HER.
He should've known. From the moment he'd first encountered the girl, albeit from a distance, he should've known not to get personally involved...but there was just something about her...
As the phone continued its apparently ceaseless and rapidly more annoying ringing, he thought back to how it had started, perhaps in those memories was the solution he needed to avoid what was looking to be an inevitable yet unfortunate turn of events...
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Nearly five months earlier, Crystal had narrowly escaped a fate worse than death because of Andre Portier. She had been targeted for abduction by The Network for a wealthy client residing in Belfast, a client who had impeccable taste, Andre had mused. It was to be one of his quickest and smoothest acquirements. It WOULD have been, had Andre not aborted his original orders and made a decision that would either make him or break him.
He had been following the young girl for two days, and had in fact been ready to make his move within the hour, when he had witnessed the altercation between the girl and the boy, Josh Hunter. He had watched as Hunter told the girl he was leaving her, had seen how remarkably calm shed stayed. Most importantly, he had SEEN her eyes as he turned and left, and what lie burning just below the surface of those orbs had intrigued him to no end.
Portier's mother, a nasty waste of flesh who Andre still loathed though she was 9 years in her grave, had once said something to him that he still believed was the one bit of true wisdom the decrepit old bat had possessed. He was seven at the time, and she had leaned over and stated "Andy..." A name which he loathed "Always remember that if you really want to know a person, look in their eyes...for the eyes, are the mirrors of the soul."
"Oh how right you are mummy," he had said as he began to walk toward the girl, "how right you are..."