Walking into Chad's office was hard. I knew the asshole had cooked up something, some new torture for me to have to live through. I knew Rob was working on getting me out of this, and there were a lot of reasons he hadn't yet, but each day, I was more unsure if he would ever be able to rescue me.
I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
Chad had moved most of his furniture out. The large conference table was gone, and in its place were two women wearing hoods strapped to an elevated table, their legs and forearms strapped down, forcing their bare asses up in the air.
The woman on the right had a lithe, toned body, short red hair, and small breasts. The other woman had more curves and was not overweight, just not as toned as the other woman. Her breasts looked slightly larger than mine.
Both women's breasts were being stretched by clamps attached to their nipples and a chain that attached to the table's base.
More unfortunate souls for Chad's amusement
, I thought, shivering as I looked away.
My gaze found Chad looking smug, sitting on a red and black high-backed chair that resembled a throne.
Fucking asshole.
I saw Alex stumble slightly as he crossed the threshold, finding it odd, but I had other things to deal with.
Taking the offensive, "More toys, Chad? Don't you have enough?"
I saw Beca and Cindy behind Chad, their wrists behind their backs. Beca shook her head, looking at the women attached to the new furniture. A tear escaped her eye and slowly ran down her face.
Chad had his elbows resting on the arms of his chair, his fingers standing tall like steeples, wearing a big grin on his face.
"One can never have too many toys, Fuck Slut. Do you like the body art I got for you?"
I glanced at his bodyguards, standing slightly behind and to each side of the grinning asshole. I knew it would take me longer to cross the space between us than I had before they reacted.
Just a little closer. I thought before the reality of the situation forced me to acknowledge that even if I managed to reach him, my current life would seem like a fairy tale compared to what it would be like if I tried anything here.
I glanced at the two women again, wondering who they used to be.
Can't worry about that now. I have my own nightmare to deal with.
Looking back at Chad, I commented.
"The design is very beautiful," I hope I sounded more sincere than I felt.
"I'm so glad you like it," Chad said, standing and walking toward the two women.
"There was more I wanted done, but something came up that I need your help with."
"My help?" I was baffled. My expression must have shown it because Chad's smile got bigger.
Chad left his throne and walked over to stand behind the two bound women. He ran his hand over the redhead's ass. I saw her jerk with the contact, trying to get away. She quickly stopped moving as the clamps on her nipples tightened.
Chad traced his fingers down the crack of her ass, gently rubbing her pussy, before he slipped a finger inside of her.
I could see her tremble, but she didn't try to pull away again.
He pulled his finger out of her, putting it into his mouth, making a face like it was the best thing he had ever had.
"I love the taste of freshly captured pussy," Chad said, turning back to face me.
"Every time I look into your life, I find a new puzzle. Like the young woman right here," Chad said, slapping the redhead on the ass, causing her to jerk.
Looking from the bound redhead to Chad, I frowned.
"I've no idea what you are talking about," I said, shaking my head. I glanced at Beca, but she was looking at the floor.
"Well, maybe you don't know her. To be honest, it took several researchers a few days to find out anything about her. Her real name is Kelly Morrison. She was top of her class at a very prestigious Ivy League school."
"I was intrigued when I learned she turned down several offers to work in the private sector."
Chad ran his hand down the redhead's flank, causing shivers to run through her body.
"Instead, she wanted to work for the FBI. Maybe to stop madmen like the one who killed the poor dear parents when she was a child. Anyway, something strange happened. It seems that after two years of service, she completely disappeared like she never existed."
Chad moved to her head, lifting it up by her hair. The strain on her head pulled her upper body up, pulling cruelly on her nipples. The woman whimpered but otherwise didn't make a sound.
"I have very good researchers. They looked everywhere. From all accounts, this woman is a ghost."
He dropped her head, moving back toward her ass.
"So, I have to ask myself. Who has the power to make a 27-year-old woman disappear? Birth certificate, driver's license, college transcripts, work history, everything that should exist for such a distinguished young woman, all of it gone."
He had punctuated each missing item by slapping the redhead on her ass.
Chad stepped up to me, looking deep into my eyes.
"Any guesses?"
I knew what he was fishing for. Anything I gave him would be used against me, so I played along.
"I guess some powerful person or the government," I said. He was in my face, so close our noses almost touched.
Chad walked back to the redhead, slipping a finger inside her pussy again.
The woman groaned into the gag in her mouth but couldn't pull away from the torment.
"I think you are on to something, Fuck Slut," Chad said as he pulled his finger out of the wet pussy, licking it like a piece of candy.
I was still trying to figure out where this was going. I glanced at the other woman. She was shorter than I was and looked younger, maybe 18 or 19.
"I don't see how I can help you with this, Chad," I replied, looking at the younger women more closely. There was something familiar about her.
"Well, you know that I have been looking for your family. Can't really leverage their safety against you if I don't know where they are."
I was more puzzled than when I walked in. I didn't really know any young women.
"I bet you are trying to figure out who she is. Well, obviously, it's not your daughter or your mom. I wonder who she could be?" Chad said, walking over to the younger woman and smacking her ass.
"The redhead over there, she wouldn't tell us anything. I was impressed at the amount of persuasion she could take. This one," Chad hit her ass again, leaving a bright red hand-print on her milky white ass, "This one, well, it only took the threat of persuasion for her to start talking."
"Ironically, I had all but given up finding anyone close to you when this twit called her mommy and told her she was doing fine. A complete waste of all the effort to keep her safe, but kids... you know, they miss their mommies."
Chad winked at me.
So someone close to me, who is also close enough to her mother to call her when she was under a protection detail. I had a sinking feeling as I watched Chad pepper her ass with his hand prints. Moving to the side, I saw a small dolphin tattoo on the inside of her right ankle.
Cora
.
Images of her running around while I babysat her flashed through my mind. Of helping her get ready for prom. Holding her while she cried over some boy who had broken her heart. Her eighteenth birthday when she got a tattoo on her ankle and the fight with her mother that caused. Having her babysit my daughter when Rob and I went out.
She was here because of me.
I looked at Chad and saw the triumph on his face. He finally found someone close to me to hold over me.
The room had reduced to just the two of us.
"Just let her go," I begged, with tears starting to slide down my face. "You don't need her. Haven't I done everything you asked?"
"Not without being forced. You have gotten better since I got rid of the last few people who tried to help you. But it's not even about you following directions. Someone has gone to a lot of trouble to hide your loved ones, and I want to know why."
I struggled, looking at the innocent women who were only here because of me, knowing if I gave up Rob and the other part of the agency that was coming after him, it wouldn't matter. Chad wouldn't stop, and it would only get more people entrapped in this mess.
Knowing that no matter what I said, Cora and her protector were already caught, I did the only thing I could think of.
"I don't know. I don't know who the other woman is. I don't know where my family is. Nothing has made any sense since this nightmare started."
I was sobbing now, tears freely flowing. I hugged myself, trying in vain to keep the anguish inside, hoping Chad thought I was being sincere.
Chad put his arms around me, keeping me from collapsing to the floor. His embrace was gentle as he stroked my hair, trying to calm me.
"It's ok, Kate. I understand having your life turned upside down can be traumatic."
Chad held me at arm's length, wiping my tears away.
"I want to believe you. Really, I do. Are you sure that you don't know?"
I looked into his eyes. I almost bought the sorry and concern I saw on his face, but his eyes... They didn't share in the emotions his face and body presented. They were hard and cold.
"I really don't know, Chad," I said, then almost out of spite, I added. "Maybe someone in your organization is doing it. Trying to keep you chasing ghosts while they take over."
The mask fell away as he pulled away from me.
Touched a nerve there,
I thought, suppressing a smile.
"I guess it's a riddle for another time."
He turned back to the two bound women.
"Now, what to do with these two," Chase made a show of thinking.
I knew he had already made up his mind before I had even walked into the room.
I am so sorry, Cora,
I thought as fresh tears started to fall.
"Well, this one will need to be disposed of somewhere she won't cause any problems," Chad said, smacking the redhead on the ass again.
Two of his bodyguards unfastened the redhead from the table, almost losing her when she started to fight back.
Once they had her restrained again, Chad punched her in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her.
"Take her to Pop. I want her out of the country ASAP. She is too dangerous to have around here. Tell him I suggested somewhere in the Middle East might make a good home for her."
