I looked at Ollie and his angry glower, then at Randi. I didn't really want to deal with any of this! I wanted to just go home.
I turned to Randi and offered a smile. "Let's get inside." I hurried to her door, Ollie calling after me. She opened it and I stopped in the hall after she closed the front door. "Sorry Randi, about all of that.
"Hey, no big. You ok?"
"Yeah, but I think I am going to go home. I am going to call an UBER and go up to the airport and a hotel and wait on standby. I'd rather spend the next two days there than getting harassed by Ollie."
"You sure? I know we didn't know each other super well, but I will miss you."
She sat with me and waited for the UBER, then hugged me. I went straight to Mabel's first to pack my few meager things, telling the UBER to wait for me. It only took a few minutes to shove it all in my bag and sling it over my shoulder. I paused out front, looking at Mabel who was staring at the TV.
"Ma'am?"
"Mph?" she grunted, not looking at me.
"Thanks for letting me stay, I am going back to Atlanta now."
"Be home before dinner."
"No, I am leaving. Forever. Thanks for letting me stay."
She didn't answer or look at me, she was staring at what looked like Law and Order. I sighed.
I went outside and the UBER was gone. Ollie's truck was parked there and he was leaning on the door, his arms crossed, glaring.
"What are you doing? Where is my UBER?" I demanded.
"I paid him and sent him off. I can take you anywhere you need to go. Where do you need to go?"
"The airport, I'm leaving."
He stood up off the truck, eyeing my bag. "Ok. I will take you. Just give me five minutes to talk to you," he said, taking me by my wrist and pulling me back into Mabel's trailer.
"Ollie! Stop! I don't want to talk, I want to go and now I need to call and get my UBER back here!" I said angrily as he shut the bedroom door.
He pushed me towards the bed and let me go and I rounded on him, ready to tear into him. "You can give me five minutes!" he said angrily. "Just listen to me! You have no idea what you have done to me, Det! I need you! The second I saw you I knew! Girls have been trying to get me to commit for a year now and I haven't been interested at ALL, not till you showed up! Do you know what I did? I asked my mom for this!" he said, pulling a box out of his pocket and showing it to me. "It was my grandmothers!"
"Ollie, that isn't funny!" I said angrily, then he opened the box and showed me the silver filigree ring. "Put that up, this is ridiculous! You don't even know me! And I don't know you! At all! You pretended to be this sweet, innocent, backwards country boy, playing me completely. The whole time you were someone else completely!"
"Because I play basketball and I am not a..."
"No! Because you..."
"Don't talk over me! Det, you are making excuses! I know you felt what I felt the second we saw each other! I didn't need an hour with you before I knew you were the one and you didn't need an hour with me either! You are just letting bullshit get in the way! People talking shit, your old life, none of that matters! None of it! We were meant to be, you and I. I feel it in my bones that you are supposed to be here!"
"Ollie, you are acting crazy right now," I said calmly, though I felt flat sick at the fervor in his eyes. He had backed me all the way to the wall next to my closet, wedged between the corner of my bed and the wall, the top of the desk digging into my ribs. "Back up please?"
"I won't Det," he said angrily, moving even closer. He went to a knee and put his face in mine, then took hold of my arms under my shoulders. "Det! I love you. I do. I can't..."
"You don't know me!" I yelled, actually afraid now. He was insane! "You can't be in love, we haven't known each other two days! And one of those was spent not speaking! We had a nice couple of hours, that's it! Let me go!" I said, trying to pull my arms free.
"Det!" he said pleadingly, then leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I turned away, but he grabbed my face roughly and turned me back to him, forcing the kiss on me. I slapped at his arms and pulled his hair, but he ignored me until I scratched his neck as hard as I could. He jerked back. "Fuck, Det, that hurt!"
"Good! Get the fuck off me you asshole! I am getting out of here right now!
I turned away from him, using the space the scratch had gained me and pulled my phone up to pull up the UBER app. Ollie yanked my phone out of my hands roughly and threw it against the far wall hard enough that I heard the screen break.
"You can't...!"
"Shut up Det!" he raged. "This is fucking BULLSHIT!" he said, touching his neck to see if there was blood. "There will be a mark!"
"You'll probably lie about that too! Say it was passion and not revulsion!" I spat, then tried to kick him between the legs.
He twisted and caught my shin, then screamed wordlessly through clenched teeth as he picked me up and slammed me onto the ground. Every ounce of air I had ever breathed was driven out of me and I had to blink several times before my vision came back and I could suck in a breath. Ollie was above me, holding my arms down and straddling my belly. "That was a cunt fucking move, Det," he hissed.
I blinked at him, my head starting to regain feeling. It hurt.
He stared down at me like he was waiting for me to speak, but I could only blink at him and try to clear my head and my vision. He had hurt me. Ollie had just hurt me. Badly. The thought made me ache in more ways than physically.
He stood up and I heard him moving around. I tried to move my head to see, but my response time was slow and my vision swam.
"Somethings wrong," I whispered.
"You're fine," I heard him say. "You just got the wind knocked out of you. Maybe a tiny concussion. You're fine."
I rolled my head and I could see him. He was going through my bag. He pulled out one of my gaming t-shirts, looked at it, then began ripping it up. "Hey!"
"Shut up," he demanded. He grabbed my arm and yanked me across the floor to him, then began binding my wrists together and all I could think was that I must have passed out and I was hallucinating. It didn't become real until he pulled down on my chin, forcing my mouth open and shove cloth in before tying a gag over the cloth. Tightly. I could still only stare at him, in disbelief. He looked almost ashamed and he wouldn't meet my eye. "You're mine," he said, lifting his chin. "One way or another."
"Mmmph!" I disagreed around the gag.
"You had to fuck things up," he said, sitting down next to me and hugging his knees. "I had huge plans for us. Now what, Det? This is all so fucked up! I can't let you leave. I can't. You get that, right? I know you don't think I do, but I love you. I was never a love at first sight guy, but then there you were. Fuck. And it was all so perfect. Why couldn't it have just stayed perfect? Now what Det? What do I do now?"
"MmmMMMMMmmph!"
"Nothing matters anymore now, does it? There's no coming back, not really. I'm not letting you leave Det. Never. You get that, right? I can't let you leave, especially not now."
"MMM! MMmmmMMPPPPHHHH!"
"Stop kicking," he said angrily, grabbing my ankles. He looked down at me, then back up at my face, his eyes going hooded. I went still, like a rabbit who had just spotted a predator. He licked his lips, then slowly slid his hand up, pausing to squeeze my inner thigh, then higher under my hoodie.
"Mm Mm MMph!" I pleaded, shaking my head.
He moved again, straddling my hips and grabbing my bound wrists to hold above my head. He pushed my hoodie up until my breasts were showing, then he stared, his breath ragged.
"I fucking love tits baby, and yours are fucking perfect. God, look at these," he moaned, groping my breast through my bra.
I shook my head again, tears falling freely now.
He pulled his multitool off his belt and unfolded the knife with his teeth. He cut both straps on the bra, then right up the middle as I sobbed. "Fuuuuuck, baby, these are fucking perfect. Look at those nips. You ever been titty fucked? I bet your ex loved tits too," he said breathily, his eyes half glazed with want as he massaged first one breast, then the other. He rolled my nipples painfully between his fingers and I screamed through my gag. "Shhhh, baby. Gettin' close to time for someone to feed Mabel. We have to keep you nice and quiet, don't we?" he asked, leaning in closer. He smirked at me as he thumbed my tears away. "No need for that Det. You're going to love spending the weekend with me. You'll be happy to wear that ring by the time I am done with you, happy to stay here with me."
"MMMMPPH!" I screamed in his face.
He clamped a hand over my mouth and pinned me down hard. "Stop trying to be loud!" he whispered harshly in my face. "I think I am going to have to spend the weekend camping. Get you out of here for a couple days. Let you scream to your heart's content... Mmm, baby, I think that's exactly what we need to do. I want to hear you scream for me. Scream my name, beg for more. Yeah. That's what the fuck is up. I am taking tomorrow off, heading out to the woods to spend a little time alone since the girl I liked so much took off back to Atlanta."
He was grinning, happy with the lie he had come up with. I glared up at him and he laughed. "Let's get you taken care of so I can pack up," he said, nuzzling my ear. He pulled back and started untying my hands, which sort of confused me. At least until he flipped me and began securing them behind my back. Worse was when he tied my ankles, then tried to fold me in half backwards and tied my wrists and ankles together. I screamed around my gag, but he tossed a pillow over my face and kept tying. He lifted me by my right ankle and left wrist and set me face down in the small closet, then tossed the pillow and my blankets in on top of me before shutting the door.
I was in pain, I couldn't stretch out or wriggle, there wasn't enough space. I couldn't even roll to my side. It was dark and I had my face covered and smothered and I was terrified I wasn't getting enough oxygen. Still, I screamed and rocked as much as I could until I was too exhausted to move.
It was hours later when Ollie finally opened the door. He moved the blankets and pillow and smiled down at me. "There she is. Have a good nap?"
"Mmmph mm!" I screamed the expletive at him.
He may not have understood my words, but he understood the intent and he laughed. "We have to be quiet now babe," he whispered. He put the pillow on my back, between my back and my legs and wrists, then set me on the blanket and wrapped it around me like I was a handkerchief package.
"Mmmph?!?" I begged as he lifted me.
