Lack of Apprehension

[Elvenspell]

A closed thread for papillon24 and myself, for now.

Mark scowled at his watch. He couldn't believe how many Johns she'd seen in four hours! Sitting in his darkened car, his slightly steamed windshield afforded him the perfect viw of her streetcorner. Eight! How on earth could what she was offering be so good that she'd see this kind of turnaround?

"Wait, there's number eight leaving now. Wow, he's shaking!" Steve thought. He watched intently as the ragged man hurried around the corner, sank to his knees and took out something from his pocket. A sudden flash of light showed that he was lighting an odd looking pipe and taking a hard hit from it.

So that was it! She wasn't selling sex, she was selling crack! Suddenly his client's concerns about her husband made even more sense. The erratic behavior, his dsappearances in the middle of the night being more frequent. The fellow had been here last night, and two nights before that, but Mark had been hired to gather information, so he had continued his stakeout.

He tried to contain his inner rage, but it was overpowering. Watching the dealer strut back to the corner, he made up his mind that he was going to make the bitch pay. Not for his client's troubles- he really didn't care that much about them. He wanted vengence for the son he'd lost to crack just two years earlier, when he'd spent too much time away from him working overtime on the force. After he found his son dead of an O.D., he quit being an officer of the law, feeling completely powerless to really fight back.

That would change tonight.

 

[papillon24]

Shey

I played my game on my litte corner of the night. The night brought good business and a good cover. I watched the men as they smoked their poison in the streetway allyway near the corner I worked. Everynight they came back to me like good obediant little dogs to get their treat.

From where I stood I could see the rave scene down the block and the lights of the bars down the street. Another aporached as I adjusted my skirt and halter as I leaned against the streetlight. Together the two of us entered the ally as I handed the man what he wanted. The sight was beautiful. The spark of the flame against the silver of the pipe. I knew I had another regular.

This was my life, my business. I loved to see the change in people. I felt like and enchantress out here. They were all under my spell. they came at all time for what I had to offer in all sorts. Highs or sex for cash, maybe somtimes both at the same time.

I tucked the nights earnings into my hidden pocket in my skirt as I headed down to my other post for the night. The park was not far and it reaked of sex and sin. Nighttime fuckers from the bar would make their way here soon to get off and 'do' something. I watched and waited on my little bench for my next sale, not knowing if it would be me or fuel for the pipe.

 

[Elvenspell]

Mark

Mark couldn't believe his rage. He felt like a passenger, watching as the vehicle of his body moved on its own. He approached her and, just as she was passing an alley, he tackled her into it, knocking her into the nearest wall. He slapped cuffs on her wrists before she could fully comprehend what had happened, placing his knee in her back while pulling her hair by the roots.

"Do you push drugs, bitch??!?" he demanded to know. He knew he was way out of line but something about her totally threw him out of his mind, making him want to do nothing but make her just as helpless as she made all those "customers" of hers.

 

[papillon24]

I felt him tackle me and the cold of the steel cuffs lock around my wrists.

"Do you push drugs, bitch??!?" He shouted into my ear.

I could feel my hair pulled and my body tristed. I felt a trickle of blood run down my leg where a wound had een opened fron the tackling into the wall.

"Who wants to know? You a cop?" I shouted back at him.

I could feel him grind his knee deeper into my back and I felt my metal pipe fall to the ground giving me away. I went to push back at him. If I was going down I intended to do it fighting. I could feel a bit of fear well up inside of me as well but I wouldn't show it. Not to him.

Thoughts ran thought my head of those on the streets who had been lost before because of the biz, as I shoved my heal into his shin knocking him slightly off balance. I feared I would be next.

 

[Elvenspell]

Adrenaline raced through his mind, the situation blurring and changing under his daze of fury and exhileration. He'd caught the dealer! He'd caught his son's murderer! The one who took his son, corrupted him until he destroyed himself with the poison that they had dealt him!

Somewhere, fighting but losing fast, his reason told him that he had no idea if this was actually the one or not. THen her heel connected with his shin, knocking him just a bit off balance.

That was the strangled deathcry of his sensibility. If the scene before him had a slight red haze to it before, now it was burning with fiery crimson. Striking with inhumane speed, his fist clocked her over the back of her head, hard enough to stun her thoroughly but not knock her out. Oh no, the little killer would stay awake for this!

He swiftly picked her dazed form up and moved her behind a set of large dumpsters. Once there, he pulled his pants down and off in record time. Seeing her body rolled almost fetally gave him an idea. As she was beginning to come back fully to her senses, he rolled her face down and placed the crotch of his thick denim jeans behind her neck. Working very fast, he drew her slender legs up under her, and laced a pantleg under each of her knees, pulling it tight as he tied it back to itself. Standing up, his dark ruthlessness congratulated itself. Her ass was in the air, her neck and knees bound tightly together by very very strong fabric.

 

[papillon24]

I felt a blur run through my mind as was knocked down to the ground. I could still see somewhat straight butt things started to blur a bit in confusion. My body collaped to the ground and I was tied to myself. I could feel the cool breeze upon my ass as it was positioned into the air by my attacker.

Thoughts of why and how were pulsing thought my mind. Why was this happening to me? Who was this man? What did I do to deserve this?

I struggled against the metal and the fabric which bound me.

"Who the hell are you? And What the hell do you think your doing?" I screamed at him. I turned myselt to m side to get a good look at him thought the veil of hair that ad fallen into my eyes.

 

[Elvenspell]

"You killed my son, you little bitch! You hurt him, and made him want it, crave it, and then he died from the damage you did to him! Well, it's time you felt some of that yourself!"

He forced her face back down as he took his belt from where he'd tossed it aside a minute ago. He then placed on hand on her ass and, holding his thick belt in half, he struck each buttock HARD with the leather. WHAK-WHAK! the leather bit her over and over for almost an eternity of a minute.

 

[papillon24]

"You killed my son, you little bitch! You hurt him, and made him want it, crave it, and then he died from the damage you did to him! Well, it's time you felt some of that yourself!"

Then I felt it. A burning heat tuning to pain. I could feel the hot tears flow from my eyes as he beat me for a crime I did not commit. Time passed like and eternity and the slaps from the leather continued.

I cried and curled up into myself. I could not hide anymore behind my tough outer shell, hardened by years of hardship and pain. I could not let myself cave. If I did I would die like the rest of them.

"I killed no one, they killed themselves. I'm just trying to survive from day to day. Nevermind, you wouldn't understand the life we all lead out here. You in your suits and nice houses. You'll never understand the game of survival." I choked out the words though the tears.

Suddenly he stopped and pushed my over to face him. I could see the pain in his eyes from the loos. The rage in his eyes burned red. I then saw it. The resemblance. His son Jim. The boy a few years ago. My only friend other than the pipe. The passion of him was there in he creases of his face.

"I remember.....Jim...." I wispered barely audiable. I stared off down the ally a bit thinking of him, how we had met. I dreamy loo glazed over my eyes and my heart calmed. He came one night for a night of pleasure, both me and the pipe. He spent the week in my arms. I remember every sweet moment.

 

[Elvenspell]

Steve

"I killed no one, they killed themselves. I'm just trying to survive from day to day. Nevermind, you wouldn't understand the life we all lead out here. You in your suits and nice houses. You'll never understand the game of survival."

Steve stoped as she gasped out those words. Oh he didn't understand did he? He'd show her. He flipped her over to face upwards, so he could look right into her eyes as he showed her just how much he DID understand about the streets!

Just as he was ready to begin beating her again with his belt, her face changed. It had been searching his and it softened and turned dreamy. He stopped just short of the first strike and almost fainted dead away with the next thing she said.

"I remember.....Jim...."

She said it so quietly, and yet it was deafening. Steve reeled, feeling the heat in his face burning, his eyes hurting with the pressure of them being so wide open. He could read the expressionon her face clearly: she was recalling Jim. Her eyes showed pleasure and nostaligia as they focused on some other time and place.

He couldn't bear this, just couldn't. He clocked her right across her head, knocking her out entirely. He had far too many questions than could be safely answered here. He untied her and did his best to put his pants and belt back on. He then hefted her limp form and took her to his car, placing her in his back seat, covering her with a blanket.

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A few hours later, in a dark room he'd found in a deserted little motel far out in the country, he heard her stir. There were no lights, so it would take her some time to discover that she was tied down to the bed. Steve had no idea precisely what he would do, but he had to get some answers out of her.

 

[papillon24]

Shey

I felt the sting of his blow across my temple as things turned to a black. I dreamed of my childhood and the pain of growing up. I thought of my mother leaving my with a aunt who cared not for me and left me alone most of the time. Her crule voice range though my head as she told me i was not loved.

I dreamed of the boy who had shown me I was capable of being loved. Jim showed me a new emotion and that it was ok to express that.


I awoke with a throbbing in my head that exceeded the pain of any overdose I ever experienaced. Colors blured a bit infront of my eyes adjusting to the darkness. I reaced up to comfort my throbbingg head to fing I could not moved my arm. I found myself to me tied to a bed somwhere.

"Where am I?" I muttered in almost incohearent words.

Panic started to set in as I found I could not move at all except for small twitches of my fingers and careful movements of my head. I feared for my life. It was not much, but at this point it was all that I had.

"What do you want with me?" The tears started to flow again though the sting in my eyes

 

[Elvenspell]

Steve

Steve listened to her frightened question in his sullen chair, the deep darkness hiding him entirely. When his voice broke free a moment later, he was troubled to hear it crackle with emotion.

"Tell me what you knew of Jim. Leave nothing out, your life depends on it."

He couldn't believe what he'd done so far, but he knew he wasn't kidding about killing her. He just couldn't let Jim's murderer live. It was just his sense of justice, combined with his driving need for closure, that had saved her life so far.

 

[papillon24]

Shey

"Tell me what you knew of Jim. Leave nothing out, your life depends on it."


I watched his cold eyes as he watched my body squirm in the shadows.

"I loved him, he taught me about love"

I felt the tears come back to my eyes. I wanted to get away and hide.

"Untie me and I'll answer any questions except the ones about him." I could feel my body shake. The cravings were setting in. "Where's my pipe and my stuff?I need my stuff"

 

[Elvenspell]

"You've got bigger problems than your addiction. You'll get what you want-- your freedom and your fucking drugs-- when you tell me everything about Jim. If not, I'm going with my current line of thought and avenging his death on YOU. Capeche?"

He cocked his pistol loudly, not making it visible in the darkness, but knowing the sound would be enough. He sat down on the bed next to her, the indentation stretching the bonds that held her tightly. He placed one large hand gently on her shoulder, and changed his tone, not needing to be verbally harsh now that the gun was evident.

"Now, come on... I could see by how you looked when you thought of him that there was something there. Tell me."

 

[papillon24]

Shey

I heard the loud click of the gun and felt his hand press into my shoulder. his tone soften as he spoke again

"Now, come on... I could see by how you looked when you thought of him that there was something there. Tell me."

"He came to me one night though another friend of his.' I started as my voice started to crack with emotion. "He came for fule for his pipe and a night with me. He spent the next week in my arms almost non-stop. that week I fell in love with him. He taught me I was worthy of being loved and it was ok to love another besides myself."

I felt my heart start to race and a bit of closterfobia start in.

"There,I told you. Let me go will ya, or at least untie me and tell me where we are."