Prologue
He was ANGRY! No, ..... totally apoplectic! The skinny, sexless bitch that was his boss had gone way too far this time. He was going to have to do something, even if it was just to make him feel better about himself. The more he thought about what had happened, how embarrassed and useless she'd made him feel, the more he thought about revenge. Going home from work, he had a long shower in an effort to feel more relaxed then, sipping a beer in warm sunshine seeping through his window, his anger dissipated to a cold, raw hatred deep in his gut. It was then that he began to concoct the beginnings of his plan.....
He thought back to the events which had led him to this place. Tom White was 35 years old, the eldest in a family of 5 which comprised his four sisters and him, all born within seven years. His mother had brought them all up after Tom's dad had been killed at his job of railway engineer, his pension and the payout offered by the rail company helping to ease the burden of his loss. Despite this financial help, Tom had helped bring up his sisters so his mother wouldn't need to 'buy in' help, and he had learned all kinds of things as a result, some of which had been enhanced by a three-year hitch in the army. He had retrained after his discharge, and now enjoyed his work as a psychiatric nurse, moving to this island six months before in response to an advertisement for nurses trained in all aspects of psychotherapy.... or at least he had until this recent humiliation at the hands of his incompetent, but connected, boss.
As he thought back to the events of the day, he had to determinedly push down the feelings of intense anger; a patient Tom had been working with for some time had committed suicide a week ago, much to his surprise. He had known the man was very depressed, but he felt they had begun to make some headway in dealing with the complex issues he faced and which contributed massively to his illness. As if that wasn't bad enough Tricia, his skinny, self-serving boss, had commented in front of everyone on shift how it must have been the poor quality of therapy from Tom that caused the man to take his own life; Tom had taken the bait swiftly, without thinking, and she had launched a scathing and withering attack on his professionalism and integrity. In his attempts to defend himself he had allowed his comments to become personal, and had ended up on a disciplinary charge - this had taken place that morning, and resulted in Tom receiving a final written warning about his future conduct! He was determined to extract some form of recompense, especially as he'd since found out that Tricia had been in charge the day his patient had killed himself, and it was her fault the man had had the opportunity to do what he did.
Tom was divorced, and since coming to the island had shared a house with a guy he had known from his service days who was now working in the I.T. Industry. He knew Steve well, and the two of them were like brothers in how they watched each others backs when they were out on the town, just as they had in the old days. Tom knew Steve would help him in his act of revenge, just as if he'd been the one who'd suffered himself. He also knew that Steve would probably enjoy it - there was a touch of the psychopath about Steve, which may come in quite useful in the days and weeks to come!
Tom took a 4-week leave of absence from work, and commenced his preparations. The house had a fully equipped garage attached to it, plus a spacious basement - an unusual addition on the island, which Steve had excavated for storing his computers in a cool environment. This basement would play a pivotal part of Tom's plan, and Steve was quite happy to move his computer equipment to another part of the house. Tom, with some help from Steve, spent most of the four weeks building and adapting the basement to suit their plan, acquiring some specialist items not commonly found on the island, until finally everything was in place. Tom then returned to work, feeling refreshed and content that the next phase of the plan could be put into action.
He was welcomed back by his colleagues, who had a great deal of respect for him and his expertise and had missed his calm influence on the patients. The only one not pleased to see him was Tricia, but he ignored her as best he could, biding his time until phase two could be implemented. This happened sooner than he had hoped; knowing she lived alone, Tom and Steve had kept her under a loose surveillance to find out what kind of routine she had. This had proved easy, thanks to the skills they had learned in the service, and they quickly determined the best place and time to put their plan into action.
A plan comes together
Tricia's main passion, outside of picking on anyone and everyone at work, was horses. She was due a two-week holiday the next week, which Tom knew from past experience would be spent riding her horse most days, possibly with occasional nights out with her friends. Occasionally she had gone away for a week or so, at which times she would get one of her friends to look after her horse. He and Steve planned their move for the second day of her holiday, to give them enough time to carry out their plan before she was due back to work. They wrote a note to Tricia's friend, asking her to look after the horse for 10 days - this would be put through the woman's letterbox that day. They then took Tom's 4X4 and parked it out of sight, close to Tricia's stable yard.... then, they waited. Sure enough, Tricia arrived to see to the horse, Tom and Steve watched as she swiftly went about the daily routine. When she had finished, she walked past the end of the barn towards her car; unbeknownst to her though, Steve was poised at the edge of the building, and when she passed by he slipped silently behind her and, with a pad soaked in an anaesthetic liquid he had "acquired", covered Tricia's mouth and nose, holding the pad tightly until she fell limp in his arms. Quickly, the two men bundled her into the boot of her own car, Steve taking off in his 4X4 and Tom right behind him. When they reached the house, Steve had already put up the garage door, and Tom drove straight in without anyone seeing him. They had deliberately picked this time, as both the neighbours would be out that night to a golf function on the other side of the island. Steve then helped Tom lift Tricia out of the car, and together they carried her into the house and down the stairs into the prepared basement, placing her on the specially-built bench in the centre of the room. Quickly, they stripped the unconscious woman of all her clothes, securing her to the bench with the attached ropes, then stood back to examine their handiwork. Satisfied, they took a few minutes to contemplate their actions.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this mate?" Steve asked
"Of course" replied Tom, "don't you?"
"Hell yes! After all the things she's done, to you and the rest, she deserves anything that happens to her. You can include me well and truly IN!"
"Good on ya, mate.... I knew you wouldn't let me down!" Tom answered, a feeling of satisfaction welling up inside him.
Now the two men could relax for a minute or two, and they stood watching the naked woman now stretched out on the bench in front of them. She was attached by her wrists and ankles to the complicated sections of the bench, her small breasts flat against her ribcage and the small bush of gingerly pubic hair now springing out from her groin.
"She looks almost anorexic to me" said Steve, "not much meat on her at all".
"Well, we don't have to find her attractive mate" Tom replied.
"True" Steve answered, "but look at how thin her legs are....how she manages to stay on that horse of hers is beyond me".
Tricia was now showing signs of waking from her enforced sleep, and with a last check of her bonds, the two men left the room, turning off the spotlights in the ceiling so that the woman would wake in darkness, not having any idea of where she was or what was in store for her. These were just one of the many alterations the two men had made to the room over the past weeks, in addition to extra soundproofing, and they were confident that the woman would be in a state of panic very soon. They could hardly wait!
Tricia Mulholland came slowly awake into darkness, groggy, and unsure of just what had happened to her. As she came more awake, she became aware that she was lying on her back with her arms spread apart above her head, and secured by some soft-feeling, yet immensely strong cuffs. As she allowed her senses to drift down her body, she very soon became aware that her legs were also spread wide, and also secured by the same type of restraint as her wrists. She could feel a cool breeze drifting across her body.....wait a minute - ACROSS her body? Oh God, she was naked! As she narrowed her concentration, she could feel her nipples puckering in the cool air, and the delicate flow of air amongst her pubic hair. She realised then that she wasn't SEEING any of this; had she gone blind? Blinking quickly and repeatedly, she soon realised that she was, in fact, in pitch blackness, not a chink of light to be seen anywhere. She laid back on the bed? gurney? She wasn't sure; only sure that it too was solidly constructed and she was safe from falling, at least.
She could feel the beginnings of panic setting in now, and to keep it at bay she attempted to reconstruct how she had got here. She remembered having been at the stable, mucking out, feeding and watering her horse, Strongbow; then everything was a blank until she woke up here, naked and cold. Then, the panic swept in again, and Tricia began to scream and scream and scream.................
When she woke again, it was still pitch black. She was still naked. She was still cold.
Oh GOD! Where are you, when I need you?
