In over her head (closed)

(closed for Master_Kira)

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Nicole Williams
5'2", 115 lbs.

Las Vegas, NV

It was well after 3 AM when Nicole left the police station after a gruelling night of being interrogated. In the end, she had agreed to testify against Jacob Michaels, up and coming crime boss in Vegas. She was his arm candy but lately, he seemed to get taking a lot of his frustrations out on her and she had grown tired of it.

The thing about it was that Nicole didn't know the rumors about Jacob were true. She only though they were rumors. That's it. She wasn't blind to the fact that Jacob had money but it wasn't until after she heard everything did she realize that he had spent a lot to keep Nicole away from his business.

But after tonight, something snapped with Jacob. He was moody. Nothing, not even a small joke, was funny to him. Nicole remembered saying something and then before she could react, Jacob had popped her good on the side of the head...right in front of his whole crew.

That was the last straw for Nicole. She excused herself and headed straight for the bedroom. She had refused to cry. Instead she sat alone in the bathroom, thinking about what to do next.

That was just a few hours ago.

Now she was being escorted back to her own apartment to get some sleep before she was to be moved out tomorrow to a safehouse. Where it was, even she didn't know. No more being with Jacob anymore. It had become too dangerous. Little did she know just how dangerous it really had become.

A police cruiser was parked outside her apartment, an officer walked her in. She locked the door behind her and didn't bother to turn on the lights. She needed to rest and tomorrow....well, it was already tomorrow, but in the morning, things would look a lot less bleeker she was sure. Right now, she just needed to rest.

Nicole layed down in her bed, still fully clothed and soon she was asleep. Having restless dreams of the first time she had met Jacob. She had been working the high stakes poker room as a bartender. He liked how she made his cocktails, not too bitter and not too watery. So when he asked her out, who was she to deny him? She didn't even know about what sort of man Jacob was until well into their relationship. Her friends had told her to stay away from him, to dump him. Keep away from him.

Did Nicole listen? Of course not.

Soon she found herself falling in love for Jacob. And she was sure he felt the same about her. He told her not to work anymore and just be with him when attended fancy parties or even flew to Denver or LA with her just to take her shopping. She fell for him because it seemed like he cared for her....didn't he?

But as that was said, that was until recently. He seemed under so much pressure and when he reached his limit, he took it out on Nicole.

She had only gone to the police station to get a restraining order against him to keep away from her only to be told by the detectives that she was dating a criminal...a murderer. How the fuck could she be so damn clueless?

Little did she know that the cops weren't good enough to keep her safe. Outside, about an hour after she fell into a restless sleep, the two officers in the car outside Nicole's apartment were knocked out. Now, who ever took care of the cops were coming after Nicole...

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Stephen May






Stephen silently takes a set of keys from one of the unconscious policemen and pulls a single key from the circular hook and places it in his pocket. He then reattaches the key and walks towards the door of his newest victim, not to mention his most personal victim, the guy that hired him described a bartender he had met about a year ago, a bartender he wanted to be with, a bartender who rejected him.

Stephen pushes the key into the hole and turns it, unlocking the door and silently pushing it open just enough to slip through, he then closes the door with a slight click and then turns the deadlock to lock the door. As soon as he feels the knob will not turn any further he ventures forward in search of the girl in question.

As he searches the house he pulls out a syringe filled with a special mixture of poisons that would instantly a horse but is impossible to identify unless you have a sample of the actual raw poison. He comes to a door and opens it silently and sees a women laying on top of her bed, he walks towards her and looks at her face to verify she is his target, and drops the syringe, shattering it with the loud explosion of glass flying everywhere. He could not kill her, she was the bartender, she is Nicole the women who broke his heart.

Stephen who is wearing a black morphsuit rips off the mask unable to breath and then shouts "you bitch!". The sweat on his face poured down like niagra falls, and for his best efforts he could not bring himself to draw his gun and finish his job.

The sound of the syringe breaking seemed to be part of Nicole's dream. She only stirred slightly, moaning quietly but it was the sudden shouting that jerked her awake, causing her to jump out of bed and fall to the floor!

As she tried to get her bearings together, the shock of the fall and the sudden pain in her hand woke up Nicole fully. Her heart was racing and her eyes barely had time to adjust to the dim light.

She looked at the man standing over her and that was when she realized what was going on...she scooted back against the bed, screaming...

Finally able to focus, she saw him...or rather, she saw...Steven?!?! With another terror filled scream, she tried to scramble away, only to cry out when she looked at her hand which was bleeding, a piece of the glass syringe stuck in the palm of her hand...

Hearing Nicole scream causes Stephen to be launched back into reality. He bursts forward, grabbing Nicole's hand and yanks her towards him, putting his hand over her mouth, and whispers in her ear "don't be so loud babe". He then kisses her neck and lets go of her hand, as his other hand wraps around her body.

He closes his other hand and goes to wrap it around her neck and knock her out, maybe take her with him, but as he does, he feels something sticky on his hands. "what the hell is this stuff" he mumbles as he takes a quick look at his hands. Seeing the crimson glint of blood on his hand.

He quickly lets go of Nicole and checks his hand for any glass, or cuts, while in a small dose the poison would take about a week to kill, it would be a painful death, however at home he had the antidote. Not finding anything wrong with his hand he looks at Nicole and realizes that she got cut. With a smile he jumps off the bed and draws his gun, but leaves the safety on.

"I was hired to kill you, but you know what, I think I will keep you. That cut on your hand has been filled with a poison, if you wish to live you will come with me, if you choose to die, then it will be a painful one". Stephen says, aiming the gun at her forehead, placing his hand on the trigger "you only have ten seconds to decide, if you do not, I will shoot you and go collect the money from my employer, it will be no skin off of my back".

"What?!" Nicole screamed. She couldn't believe all this. Steven was sent to kill her?! Looking at her hand, she saw the blood...then the glass on the floor...

She was breathing heavily, almost close to hyperventilating...everything that he had said finally sunk in. Nicole stood and tried to speak but it took several tries, "Steven, why are you doing this?!"

As he levelled the barrel of the gun at Nicole, she shut her eyes and shouted, "OK! OK!! Steven! I'll go with you... just don't kill me please?!"

Stephen can't help but let out a slight chuckle and then says "well you see I was hired by some guy to kill you, though I just found out it was you" He then holsters his gun and makes a grab at Nicole's hair, pulling her towards him.

The whole time his heart pounding at a million miles per hour, for the first time in Stephen's pathetic existence he had succeed in one of his goals, he made it through navy SEAL training, but was failed on the last day for throwing up on an admiral's boots. He was rejected by the woman of his dreams, and then hired by the man she was sleeping with to kill her.

"Lets get going babe, we don't want those police outside waking up and finding me in here" he says as he continues to lead her towards the window, opening it and slipping out side. "so how many guys did you fuck after you rejected me?" he asks a bit jealously, debating whether or not to kill them.

What the hell sort of question what that?! Nicole thought...

She thought briefly of screaming..perhaps one of her neighbors would hear her but then, Steven still had his gun...

"Perhaps I fucking rejected you because of shit like this!" She told him, knowing she shouldn't taunt him. There was no way Nicole was going to answer his question about the guys. The truth was there was no one after him...at least not until Jacob...

"Steven, just let me go..please!!" she begged, hating the whine in her voice.

With a sigh Stephen draws his gun once more, turning the safety off and holds it to her head, the weight of the cold metal fire arm feeling almost natural in his hand. He places his hand on the trigger and whispers into her ear "look bitch, if you haven't noticed your life is in my hands, and right now my finger is feeling pretty twitchy. It might not be best to antagonize me".

He then Pushes her to the window, making sure that there is no glass in her path, while another prick would not kill her any faster, it might cause a bit more pain, and at the moment, a scream from her could mean death. Though if Stephen stopped to think he would realize that his employer would kill him for what he is about to do.

With a slight jar Stephen hears the air conditioner start and jumps ever so slightly, the sound reminded him of the fact the officers outside are out in the middle of the road, if a person were to come by and see that, they might start to panic or call the police, and that would cause a lot more of a problem.

He re-holsters his gun and then reaches into the pocket opposite of the syringe and pulls out a small box of non-dairy creamer and a lighter, and as soon as Nicole is out of her home he sets the box down and lights the creamer on fire, destroying any trace of himself, the syringe, and Nicole.

The flame feels hot on his back as he leaves, the only reason he did not hold onto Nicole as he did this was that he knew that she knows that she is poisoned, and if she were to run away, she would die a very painful death.

Nicole watched the fire slowly engulf her home... everything thing she had was in there...

She wanted to cry but what good would that do? Stephen grabbed her by the arm and led her away from the fire...she could already feel the heat from it.

"Stephen, please, don't do this baby.." she whimpered.

As Stephen leads Nicole away from her house by her arm, he could hear the police on the other side of the house screaming and calling for back-up, though it would do them little good due to the fact he would be long gone by the time they arrive. Having done his research, he found out that the closest station is about ten miles away, and that would give him a little over twenty minutes to get away.

"Shut up Nicole, or I am going to leave you here and let that poison in you kill you" he says coldly as they reach his car, he pops the trunk and says "get in and don't make a sound, if I hear the slightest peep out of you, they will find you naked with a hole in your head by the interstate".

What could she do?

The reason Nicole had rejected Stephen in the first place was because of his temper. He had hit her more than once and that had been enough for her. She had left him once, he promised not to do it anymore...blah blah..

She only hesitated a second before she crawled into the trunk. Why was he being like this. Once she questioned him about where he got his money...

Well...now she knew.

As soon as she is in the trunk he closes it and gets in the driver's seat, briefly looking over his shoulder at the fire that now engulfed the whole building, knowing that any sort of help was fifteen minutes away, he drives away at the speed limit, heading towards his home. he had never invited Nicole back to his place for one simple reason, he could not risk her finding out what he does, but now that she was aware, and his prisoner, it does not really matter.

He takes a few turns, making sure that it was hard to track, eventually getting their about thirty minutes later. He opens the door and steps out of his car, then walks around and opens the trunk. "welcome to your new home slut" he says in a cold voice, he then grabs her hair and pulls, trying to get her out of the trunk faster, in the car he grew horny and was in desperate need of relief.

It wasn't like she had a choice... Nicole got out, her head in a world of hurt from everything...the car ride in the trunk didn't help anything except make her stomach queasy..

On the way to Stephen's place, Nicole thought about the poison he had told her she was exposed to. Could it be a ploy to get her here? She wasn't too sure. But she knew by his temper, she couldn't piss him off anymore. He literally had her life in his hands and she was helpless to do anything about it.

Stephen smiles as she gets out of the trunk of the car, he lets go of her hair and then says " first thing we are going to do when we get inside is get that glass out, and get your antidote in, though, don't think your life will be safe, after all, at the current moment, I am your only bet for safety, right now they think you are dead".

He wraps his arm around her waits and leads her to his door, unlocking it and opening it for her, revealing a nicely furnished home, filled with luxurious furniture, and a lot of pictures, many of which are pictures of Nicole in various states of undressed, though he has yet to get one of her fully nude. "from now on, you will refer to me as master or sir" He says as he closes the door behind him, locking it. He walks over to a bookshelf and pulls a book back revealing a door. He pushes her in front of him and walks behind her, locking the door with a bolt and then opens another door revealing a set of stairs.

He walks up behind Nicole and roughly gropes her whispering in her ear " welcome to your new life, your life as my pet"

Her new life as his pet? Nicole couldn't believe what she was hearing. Yet, what could she do about it. Stephen was crazy enough to do anything to her, including kill, that much Nicole knew.

The way he touched her, very roughly, hurt. This was another reason she had broken up with him..never letting him near her sexually.

Stephen was right, her life was in his hands. She needed the antidote, Nicole didn't want to die. At least not like this...

Stephen lets go of Nicole's breasts and gives her ass a hard slap, saying "get going, I can still kill you". The tone of his voice was very cold, but like with every other death threat of the night, that was just a bluff, sure he might hit her or choke her till she passed out, or even re-poison her just to gain an advantage, but he would never, could never dream of killing her, losing her forever. The pain would be to great for him to bear.

He glances at her bum and stares for a few seconds, it, just like every other part of her body is pure perfection in his lecherous eyes. He spent many a night fantasizing about how it looks and about fucking it, but until now he never had the chance to, not for a lack of trying, but he could never get into the pants of Nicole, or for that matter, any attractive women.

His mind shoots back to reality as he remembers he has to get a lock of Nicole's hair and a picture of her vagina as proof of death to his client, and that being due in the next two hours, if he wanted to use her before the meeting, he would have to get her sorted out even sooner then he had planned.

"So Nicole, after you fucked me over, what have you done with your life?" Stephen asks as he recalls spending nights at the poker lounge trying to get more then "I don't know that drink" out of the sexy bartender behind the bartop.

Right at that moment, Nicole wasn't sure what Stephen was capable of. She was scared, that much was for sure. She flinched when he slapped her ass, pushing her forward...further into the semi dark room behind the bookcase.

"So Nicole, after you fucked me over, what have you done with your life?"

Nicole didn't answer right away, she had to think of a good answer..something that would piss him off. What was she supposed to say? What the hell is it to you? she thought.

"I..uhh.." she stopped in her tracks, licking her lips, "I didn't do anything Stephen...and for the record, I never fucked you over..."

Stephen laughs at the obvious defiance in the answer given by Nicole, but he could not over look the obvious disregard for the first rule he had laid down for her, you will refer to me as master or sir. He grabs her by the arm and yanks her back and slaps her across the face and says "look bitch, I tried being nice, but if you are going to disrespect your master like that, we are going to do this the rough way".

He then grabs Nicole's hair and pulls her along behind him, down the stairs, closing the second door, locking it, he then leads Nicole towards a room, turning on a light she would see a cage that is 6 feet tall and 8 feet wide, lavishly equipped with a cot you would see in a jail cell, and a place one could be hooked to with a leash or a pair of hand cuffs; there is also a counter littered with various chemicals, a tiny kitchen, and the final thing she would see is a large oak door with a large picture of Nicole in her bra.

"Well, my new pet this is going to be your new home, do you like it?" he asks as he leads her to the cage and shoves her in, locking the door with a rather large pad lock. He then travels over to the counter and pulls out a vial, a pair of tweezers, and some vodka.

As Nicole was holding her face where Stephen slapped her, she backed further into the cage, staring at her picture... this wasn't happening, it couldn't be...

"Where did you get that picture?!" she asked in a harsh voice, which still trembled with fear..

There was no answer as Stephen was busying getting some things from the couunter, "I don't get this..why are there pictures of me around here Stephen?!" Nicole still refused to call him master or sir... even though that's what the slap was for earlier.

Stephen nearly burst out laughing as he put the syringe into the vial and pulls out the correct dosage and then tosses the vial into a trash can and then walks towards the cage, he in his mind so generously donated to Nicole. Once he is at the door he smiles darkly before saying "are you really in the position to make such demanding accusations?" in a harsh tone.

"Stick out the arm with the cut,unless you want to feel your organs start to shut down. You have about an hour, and then for the rest of your worthless life you will be in excruciating pain, the only solace being that in one week, you will be dead, and not missed by any man" He says in a very cruel tone as he awaits her compliance.

He didn't have to tell Nicole twice. She had already started to feel a little pain from the poison, her head was killing her, her body ached all over...if this was just the beginning, then what would the rest of the pain be like?

She stepped forward and stuck her arm at him, the hand with the cut, flinched when he grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her forward. "Where did you get this cage Stephen...more importantly, why would have a cage?"

He had no mercy when he shoved the needle into Nicole skin, the muscle of her arm, which made her cry out...

He chuckled at her pain, and then grabs her wrist and pulls her towards him, using the tweezers to roughly pull the piece of glass out of her hand, causing the cut to open again, the blood slowly leaving her body. As soon as the glass is free, Stephen opens the bottle of vodka and then pours it on her arm, where the shot is, and then moves it to her hand and pours it there, causing both an intense burning sensation due to the ingredients of both the poison and antidote reacting to the alcohol and the sanitation of the cuts.

"you have an option, getting a warm meal and a story, after a good fucking, or you can just get the story and a warm meal" he says coolly, knowing the option she would choose, however the choice she is likely to choose, is going to come as a real surprise to her.

Like it was a hard choice, but still, deep down, Nicole wasn't sure that she could trust anything Stephen said, "The latter..." she whispered, as she was gasping for air after the shock of the vodka bath for her cut..

He didn't even care to bandage it as Nicole jerked her hand back toward her, immediately pressing it against her side, to help stop the bleeding and also to try to ease the pain.

"What do you mean story, Stephen?" she asked, her voice and demeanor were extremely timid.

Stephen smiled at her pain, the happiness was that from the primal urge we know as revenge, the lust to make her suffer as she made him suffer near at the boiling point, he could not help but reach into the cloth confines of his pocket and pull out the key to her cage, a key he keeps on him at all times, in the event he is locked in it, by either an intruder or the police.

He takes the key and pushes it into the lock, feeling it slide in with little resistance. once he feels it in all the way he turns the key and with a little pop the bolt and the lock separate, allowing him to remove the lock and place it in a hole and re-locks it and pockets the key, feeling the warmth of his pocket once more. He then pills the door back and walks into the cage, smiling rather sadistically saying "oh, trust me you will figure it out". He then bursts forwards, using his superior height, weight, and strength in an attempt to pin Nicole up against the bars. "For your sake I hope you are a good fuck" he says as his hand reaches to tear away first her shirt and if that venture is successful he will reach to forcibly remove her bra as well.