The Last Incubus

The Last Incubus: Chapter 26

Chapter 26: An aborted abduction.

"The wicked plot against the righteous and gnash their teeth at them." ~ Psalm 37 v. 12.

Note to readers: As the subtitle implies, this chapter contains a kidnapping attempt. All kidnapping is a form of both violence and non-consent, which I have kept to a minimum (as implied in the "failed" portion of the subtitle). There is a second "abduction" and some light bondage at the end of the chapter.

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Monday, December 11

(Bailie)

The wind lashed the first few flakes of snow in my face as I turned the corner. This last stretch to campus was always the most difficult. In wintertime, the cold northeast winds blew directly in my face, stinging my eyes and cracking my lips. It was particularly fierce this morning, blowing so much harder that I had to lean into it nearly doubled over to make headway. Luckily, I gave myself a little extra time to get to my 10 AM class.

But I dreaded this last stretch before reaching campus even more in warm weather, because it passed by most of the fraternity and sorority houses. I heard cries of "Mousey" and "I said medium rare, bitch" from both the guys and the girls taunting me from the porches of their respective "Greek" houses. If I had to choose between the winter wind versus the verbal harassment, I found mother nature to be less cruel.

I pulled my coat tighter around me. It was too big and too thin for this weather, but it was the closest thing to my size at the thrift shop when I bought it a couple of years ago. Being poor sucks.

I just passed the Beta Iota House. Two more blocks in this wind and then I could make the last turn into the campus.

The BIs were the worst. The whole bunch of them would come into the diner at the same time and mess up the tables, spill sugar on the floor and then keep changing their orders until I had to start all over again. Their leader, the girl with the purple hair that was shaved on one side of her head was among the worst. Everyone called her 'Frankie'. Her taunts and foul language really set me on edge. Come to think of it, 'Frankie' was the name of the girl that sent the nude selfie to Ross.

"Hey, Mousey!"

'Oh, no! That sounded like her.'

I pretended not to hear her as I picked up my pace as best I could in that wind.

"Hey, wait up, bitch!"

She was getting closer. I tried to jog, but in this wind, it was nearly impossible.

"Wait up! I want to talk to you."

'Keep going. Don't look back.'

"Bailie, stop!"

'What?! She called me by my name. I didn't even think she knew it.'

I was so shocked, I stopped and turned around.

"What do you want?" I called out, the wind now at my back.

"To talk. I just need to talk to you," she panted as she caught up with me.

"

You

want to talk with

me

? About what?" I asked, suspiciously.

"Let's get inside first. Come with me, I know where we can talk in private--and it's warm," she said as she grabbed my elbow.

I followed her into one of faculty buildings. She took me down the hall to Professor Cutler's office. It was locked. She took out her ID card and jiggled it into the crack in the doorway near the latch.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing? Getting a place where we can talk in private," she replied.

"I don't want any part of this, I'm leaving," I replied as I turned to go.

Frankie grabbed my arm as the door swung open.

"Get in there,"

she said in a low voice, shoving me inside.

Once inside, she closed the door and locked it, blocking the exit.

"I'm calling security," I said, reaching into my backpack. It was a bluff. My phone was broken, but she didn't know that.

"Put that away. I just want to talk with you," she replied.

"About what?"

"Have a seat," she said, pointing to the two padded chairs in front of Professor Cutler's desk.

"What happens if we get caught?" I asked, taking the chair furthest from her--and the door.

"We won't. Cutler has a lecture class until 10 and we'll be out of here by then so you can make your class," she replied.

"How do you know I have a 10 o'clock class?"

"I know a lot about you. You walk by the BI House every Monday at this time. It doesn't take an Einstein to figure out that you're going to a 10 o'clock class. Now can we get on with what I want to talk with you about?" she asked.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I want to talk with you about Ross."

"I'm leaving," I said as I stood up.

Frankie put her foot up on Professor Cutler's desk, blocking my exit. "Sit down. You're not going anywhere until after you hear what I have to say."

I sat down and glowered at her.

"I want you to know that he's really into you. He thinks your something special," she said.

"How do you know?"

"Because he told me. He was heartbroken after you walked out on him. I've never seen him look so depressed," she replied.

"It's his own fault. He's been playing me. He's only after one thing, just like all the other horny guys around here," I answered, trying to keep my emotions out of my voice.

"He's not like all the other guys, and I think you know that. And he's definitely not been playing you. What he says he feels for you is real."

"You wouldn't say that if you knew what I saw," I said, my voice quivering.

Frankie gave me a hard look. "Are you talking about the nude pic?"

"Yes. How do you--that was you, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, that was me. I sent it after that hot kiss the two of you had at the Pizza Palace," she replied.

"Oh, did he tell you about that? Did he brag to you that he stuck his tongue in my mouth? I'll bet he was disappointed that I didn't give him a chance to get into my pants!" I was so upset, I didn't know whether to cry or scream.

"No, he didn't say any of that," she said, taking out her phone.

"Then how did you--"

"Look," she said, holding up her phone.

There was a video of Ross and me kissing at the Pizza Palace. It was obviously taken by someone who was there.

"One of my girls was there and recorded the whole thing and sent this to me. That's when I texted him and sent him that nude selfie," she explained.

The look on Frankie's face changed. Gone was the malevolent cocky expression she wore whenever she looked at me. Instead, there was something else. Sadness? Regret?

"Why? Why did you do that?"

"Fuck,"

she muttered under her breath, breaking eye contact and looking at the floor. After a pause, she took a breath and let it out.

"Because I was jealous," she said quietly. Then she looked at me. "Because I was fucking jealous!" she repeated in a louder voice.

Her face was tight as if she was scowling, but were those tears in her eyes? I was confused. Was this the same tough bitch who's been harassing me at the diner for the past four years?

"Jealous? What are you talking about? Who are you jealous of?"

Frankie rolled her eyes. "Don't play stupid with me. You're a lot smarter than that."

"Me? You're jealous of me? Because of that kiss? Well, don't be. I mean nothing to him, except maybe another conquest. If you want him, you can have him," I replied, unable to keep my voice from quivering. I felt a tear trickling down my cheek and I quickly brushed it away.

Her face softened, and that sad-regretful look returned.

"Do you think I'd be talking to you right now if I could have him? I tried. That's why I sent him that selfie. Look, I've been around enough guys to know when they've been bitten, and he definitely has. Unfortunately, it wasn't with me."

I was stunned. "You can't mean me--"

"Of course, it's with you, you dumb fuck! --Sorry, you didn't deserve that. Yes, it's with you. I'm sure of it," she replied, lowering her voice. She quickly wiped her eyes--was she crying?

"Are you in love with him?" I asked quietly.

She hesitated before answering. A pained expression briefly crossed her face as she sniffled and wiped her eyes again.

"The more important question is, are you? Because you're breaking his heart."

I was stunned. Me? Breaking Ross's heart? I thought only attractive, popular girls did that to guys they weren't into. That was never me. I was always the girl who never got noticed and had my heart broken when the guy I had a crush on went out with those girls. Ross was smart and good-looking; he couldn't possibly care for me that much. Could he? My eyes were welling with tears.

"Is this another one of your tricks to set me up and have me make a fool of myself?" My voice quavered as I brushed back another tear.

She shook her head before looking away.

"You have every right not to trust me after all the mean things I said and the way I've treated you. But I swear, I'm telling you the truth. You mean more to him than anything. I would never lie about something like that." Her voice was low and there was a sense of sadness in it.

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

"Because I fucked up. If I hadn't sent that picture, you would both be happy together. I hurt you and I hurt him," she replied, wiping her eyes.

"You love him, don't you?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"That's none of your business. I know how you feel about him. I saw the way you kissed him in that video. Are you going to go to him or not? I promise I won't stand in your way." She tried to sound tough, but I could see how much she cared.

"I dream about him every night," I said quietly.

"You do?" Frankie asked, wiping her face. She seemed very interested.

"Yes. They're very strange and vivid dreams. They seem so real, almost like he's really there," I mentioned.

"What happens in those dreams? Does he have sex with you? Does he make you cum?" she asked.

"Sex? Oh no. Nothing like that. He's... he's kind, supportive. He helps me believe in myself. Some nights he protects me from my stepfather," I recalled.

"Your stepfather? What do you mean? What does your stepfather do? You don't mean--"

"I shouldn't have said anything."

"That bastard. That fucking bastard!"

I heard her say beneath her breath.

"He's usually too drunk and passes out most of the time. It's just now that the diner is closed and I'm not working... well, he's awake more when there's less beer."

"Fuck. I had no idea. Where is your mother? Does she know about this?" she asked.

"She died when I was five. I barely have any memories of her at all."

"Isn't there anyone who can help you?" she asked.

"That's why I'm so confused about Ross. He's kind of an enigma. On one hand, he seems so nice and supportive, but when I saw him with the Hispanic girl and then that selfie, well, I'm afraid. It feels like he's hiding something from me."

"Look, Bailie. I'm sorry I fucked up. I also promise I'll never harass you or treat you badly again. And if any of my girls are mean to you, I want you to tell me, and I'll make sure they're punished. You have my word. But I think you should go back to Ross. I know enough about him to tell you that he cares for you more than anything else, and he would never do anything to hurt you. I also think you need him as much as he needs you," she said, taking her foot off Professor Cutler's desk.

"But what about you? It sounds like you have feelings for him, too."

"It's not important. Just forget it," she snapped, standing up.

I had another question, and I hesitated before asking it, unsure if I really wanted to know the answer.

"Have you and he--"

"Fuck!"

she muttered as she fled the room.

***

(Gabriela)

'Dios mia, what was I thinking when I decided to go to college in Maine?' I asked myself for the hundredth time as I wrapped my scarf tighter around my neck. It was snowing and the wind was blowing harder today and directly in my face.

I was early for my Business Calculus class. It was my least favorite class and the only subject I ever needed help in. I hated math, I always did, but since it was a requirement for my marketing major, I had to find a way to get through it.

Up until last week, Tripp "tutored" me. He was very patient with me as I tried to work out the problems, but apparently calculus wasn't something you could memorize. Each problem was just different enough to change the way you find the answers. In most cases, Tripp ended up solving the problems for me, mostly out of frustration.

I would reward him, of course. Well, it was a reward for me, too. That was the fun part. But ever since I broke it off with him, I had no one else to tutor me. I was thinking of asking Ross to help me. He was so good in calculus, he was able to skip out of the course. And he was a looker. Thanking him for his help might be very enjoyable.

"Gabriela! Wait up!"

Speak of the devil. That sounded like him. I stopped and turned around, the wind unraveling my scarf as I turned.

"Ross?"

Snowflakes had accumulated on his woolen cap, eyelashes, and eyebrows, giving him the appearance of an arctic explorer.

"I want to talk to you about setting up a meeting with you and Tripp," he huffed, the wind quickly blowing his clouded breath back in his face.

"Can we talk inside? I'm freezing out here!" I asked, as I rewrapping my scarf.

"Oh. Of course."

Once inside, we both stomped our feet, shaking the snow off. Ross helped me brush the snow off my hat while I shook the snow out of my hair.

"I spoke with Tripp after Economics class and he's free for lunch. Can we have a meeting with the three of us and talk about getting you two back together then?" he asked.

"I don't know. Did he promise to get rid of that strange book he found the library?"

Ross gave a little shrug. "I think so. He didn't give me a definite answer, but he did say you were more important to him than his 'magic book'."

"Do you think he'll keep his word?"

"I told him I would confiscate it if I caught him with it again."

"Alright. I'll meet him for lunch in the cafeteria, but I want you there as a witness," I insisted.

Ross nodded as he rezipped his coat. "I'll be there. I promised you I would," he said before turning around to go back outside.

I headed in the opposite direction, down the hall towards my classroom. I was twenty minutes early and the hallway was deserted.

When I passed the men's bathroom, two big guys wearing black ski masks ran out and grabbed me. One was pushing and the other was pulling me towards the bathroom.

"HELP! HELP ME! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY!"

The guy pulling me slapped me across the face. "Quiet, bitch." Then he shouted at his accomplice, "Hey, Dum-dum, you were supposed to cover her mouth!"

The guy on the other side of me stopped pushing as he placed his hand across my mouth, "Don't call me Dum-dum. You know I don't like to be called that!"

"Did you forget that your job was to stop her from screaming?" the first guy asked, as he pulled me into the doorway.

"Oh yeah," the second guy said.

I hooked my foot around the outside of the door and grabbed the doorframe with both hands in an attempt to stop him from dragging me inside.

"Well, don't just stand there like an idiot, help me get her into the bathroom!" Grab her hands so I can pull her in!" the first guy shouted.

The second guy grabbed a wrist and was starting to pry my hands loose when--

"TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF HER!"

'Was that Ross?'

The first guy was still trying to pull me into the bathroom, but the second guy seemed to disappear. When I turned to look, he was on the floor on the other side of the hallway as if he was thrown there.

"Help!" I shouted as I lost my grip on the doorframe.

Ross grabbed my arm as I lost my hold, and he pulled me with one hand while reaching across my body to grab the wrist of the guy trying to pull me in. That guy suddenly let go of me, and I was flung back into hallway and into Ross's arms.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Si. I mean yes. I think so. But I think I twisted my ankle," I replied, looking into his brown eyes.

Ross helped me down the hallway while the two guys in ski masks quickly ran off in the other direction.

"Let me take you to the Campus Medical Center," Ross said as he placed my arm over his shoulder and supported me as I hobbled alongside him.

"How did you know to come back? You couldn't have heard me screaming from outside," I asked on the way to the Medical Center.

"I got a text from Tripp saying he'd be late to the meeting, and I came back to let you know," he replied.

***

(Marge Collinsworth)

I had just got back from dinner at my favorite Thai place downtown and checked my Instagram account when there was a knock on the door.

'Who the fuck could that be?'

I clicked off a message and made my way to the door. The other girls on the floor knew I didn't like to be disturbed after meals, so it was unlikely it was any of them.

"This had better be good," I said as I opened the door. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"

"Can I come in?" Gil asked, wearing that submissive puppy dog expression that he knew gets to me.

"Yeah, what do you want?" I asked as I stepped aside for him to pass.

"Who says I want anything, Babe?" he replied with a cheesy smile.

"Oh, it's Babe now, is it? This is gonna be big. Is it your grades again? I thought you were going to use that AI program I gave you."

"It's that fucking Italian Business Professor with the big tits. She's got it in for me," he replied with a hint of whine in his voice.

"You skipped another assignment, didn't you?"

He looked down at the floor.

"I couldn't help it. Me and the guys were down at O'Shaunassey's having a few beers after the game on Wednesday, and it completely slipped my mind."

"Gil, how many times do I have to save your sorry ass? It was bad enough that I lied to your father about where you were when the Blue Ox was vandalized, and now you want me to hack into the college computers to fix your grades? You're a pain in the ass, you know that?"

"Marge, Babe, please. Just this one time. I'll do anything. I'll kiss your feet, I'll even lick your ass," he pleaded.

"Gil, did you have anything to do with the Puerto Rican girl that got grabbed morning?" I asked.

"We only wanted to scare her to send a message to her n** boyfriend on the wrestling team."

"Fucking 'A', Gil. You really are an asshole; and how many times I have told you not to use that racist word around me. You keep doing shit like that and I'll tell your father what really happened at that diner," I threatened.

"No, you won't, because if you do, I'll tell the school about how you're able to hack into their computer system and change the grades," he countered.

"You wouldn't dare. You'll be expelled," I replied.

"I'd be expelled anyway, only I'd take you with me. So, are you going to help me or not?" he asked.

I sighed.

"Fine, but this is the last time," I said as I started to remove my slacks.

"I doubt that. Not with everything my dad has on your father. We're both in this together for life, Babe," he smiled as he began to undress.

"My father's business, Collinsworth Security, is an international cybersecurity company. What makes you think we haven't already hacked into your father's account and wiped out all the evidence?" I asked as I pulled down my panties.

"Because my dad has paper records locked away where your father and his employees can't get to it. Now where do you want me?" he asked as he removed his last piece of clothing, his briefs.

"You can start with my toes, and I want plenty of suction and lots of tongue action. After that, you can eat me, and you better make me cum this time," I said as I laid on the bed with my back against the headboard spreading my legs wide.

Gil crawled up from the foot of the bed, keeping plenty of eye contact.

"Suck them, worm!" I commanded, holding up my foot.