Chapter 5
Ike picked up the phone and dialed one of the most familiar numbers she knew, Dr. Miller. She needed to get Twist in there; they needed to know what shape her wrist and hand were in. If Twist was going to join them, she needed to get to work like yesterday.
By the third ring Daphne, the receptionist, answered the phone. "Dr. Miller's office, how can I help you?"
"Hey girlie, did you think you would ever hear from me again?" Ike smiled.
"Hey girl, what can I do for you?"
"Tell me you can get Davis out to Justin's this morning, and I promise you'll have a shopping spree to Victoria Secrets. How's that sound?" Ike asked. Daphne had always been a fan of lace and frilly things, especially since she started dating Jackson. There was no way she could turn down an offer like the one Ike gave her.
"You got it, I'll cancel Ms. Roman's arthritic knee check up," she laughed, "woman's been driving Davis mad the last couple of weeks. We'll be there by eleven-fifteen."
Ike smiled; she knew if anyone could hook her up, Daphne was her woman. "Nice, the currier will be by the office in an hour with your gift card. Have fun; pick something racy out and tell Jackson it's from me."
She was happy for Daphne, when she came to work for Davis; she had been in a very abusive relationship.
The first time Ike met her, her right eye was swollen and her lip was busted. She tried to tell Ike that she walked into a door on accident, but like Davis, she knew better. On one of her many visits to see Davis, which back then were numerous, Ike had the pleasure of meeting the slime, Daphne called a boyfriend. He was greasy and hyena like, always looking for one way or another to torment her. Pulling her hair, stepping on her foot, smacking her hand with his elbow, it was all done in an effort to gain her attention.
Ike slammed into Davis's office, demanding to know what he was going to do about the rat bastard that was making it virtually impossible for Daphne to work. Of course he told her everything that he had tried to do, but nothing seemed to work. The restraining orders that were given, the trespassing arrests that had been made, hell even the court was tired of the man. No one wanted to do anything about the situation.
That was all Ike had to hear.
Walking back out of the office, she limped into the receptionists sitting area and grabbed the man by the collar, he turned to hit her, Ike stepped on his foot and punched him in the face when he looked down.
"That was for hitting a woman." She said hitting him again. "And that's for thinking you could hit me."
The man growled, "You little bitch."
Ike hit him again, this time in the stomach. His body doubled over in pain, "I got your bitch right here, mother fucker. Get up!" Ike was beyond mad, she was infuriated.
The man tried to get up, but sat back on his haunches, he could tell Ike was leaning more of her weight on her right foot then her left. In one swift movement he rose slightly and knocked her left leg out from under her. Climbing up on top of her, he laughed. "I got you now bitch, mmmm, and I'm going to have some fun with you." He licked his lips; a nauseating smile filled his features.
Ike reached for the knife she had strapped to her leg; she almost had it when he punched her in the ribs. Ike gasped and fell back fighting for air, he had over a hundred pounds on her, but she was smarter. She made him believe he was in control the whole time, when an opening appeared, she would take it.
He was laughing now, spittle fell on her check as he leaned over her, smelling her and licking her neck. Ike shivered with revolution, she was more then sure none of her other targets had been this putrid, this vile.
"I'm gonna make you scream my name bitch, and you're gonna like it too." He said ripping Ike's shirt down the front. His callous hand ran up the cup of her bra, his fingers searching for a rosy nub. When he found it he squeezed and pulled until tears formed in Ike's eyes. "Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about, God you got me so fucking hard right now." His breath reeked of stale beer and cigarettes.
Ike held back the stream of curses that filled her mind at that moment and reached for the knife again, this time hoping he was too distracted with getting off on her situation. Her fingers popped the snap quietly and her hand wrapped around the cool steel of the knife's handle, instantly her body began to relax, she was ready for anything. The knife slid from its sheath silently, the man was still rubbing on her when her hand came up and plunged the knife into his back.
Ike pulled the knife out of his back, pushing him off of her she laughed. Straddled his body his eyes went wide in terror. "Come on son, we're just getting started. This thing," she waved the knife in front of him, "is just one of my favorite toys." Ike smiled. Any fear she had was replaced with anger and rage. She was going to teach this lowly piece of shit a lesson he would never forget.
The knife; having a mind of its own sliced and stabbed him in random spots, his screams filling the office. His eyes closed and Ike snarled. Slapping him she said, "Come on pussy, stay with me, I thought a big man like you would enjoy a little play time."
Davis came up behind her and laid a hand on her shoulder, Ike didn't know how long she sat on top of his body cutting him, but she wasn't done with him, he deserved more for what he put Daphne through, and for touching her. "I'm not done yet. Give me five more minutes." She said never looking up from the bleeding carcass.
"The police are on the way, Ike. I don't want you getting into trouble for what he's done here today." Davis's voice was calming and reassuring.
"No worries Davis, I'm almost done." Ike used the knife to cut away the belt that held his pants in place; she then undid his pants and cut the underwear from his body. Flaccid the man was small and Ike laughed. "It looks like someone here suffers from baby dick." She said slapping him back to consciousness.
His eyes grew big as he saw where her knife was going, as she lowered the knife his eyes rolled back into his head. "Oh hell no, you are so not going to pass out right now." She slapped him again and his eyes opened. "Hello sunshine, now where were we? Oh yes, now I remember." She took her knife and thrust it into his sac; his high pitch shrill filled the office as blood began to pool around his genital area. "Ok Davis, now I'm done."
Davis helped her up from the man's body, his face was pale as green began to creep up his jaw and into his cheeks. Daphne stood by the door as the first of the police officers walked in.
Ike tried to cover up, but her shirt was badly tattered and torn. The first police officer that walked through the door radioed for an ambulance as another came around the reception area holding a container of gauze from Davis's store room.
"What happened here?" He asked.
"Well besides the obvious?" Ike asked mocking the officer.
Davis shook his head, "Now is not the time for this Ike, just tell him what happened, please."
"Here's the deal, this piece of shit," she said kicking him for good measure. "Had been harassing Daphne non-stop since I walked through the door at ten-fifteen. He was slapping her and stepping on her toes, anything he could do to get her to pay attention to him. I got tired of it and this was the result of his assuming he could man-handle me like he could her." Ike pointed to her own face, "I'm not vain, but when you hit me, you better knock my ass out, and then run, because I'm going to find you, and when I do, I will take it out on your ass. He happened to think he could also rape me, hence the knife to the nuts. I feared for my safety and the safety of others in this office." She smiled.
