Page 62 of For Love & Torture
She stands up and pops her neck then comes at me with a speed that seems impossible. I’m thrown against the wall before I can stop her. Her strength is unreal.
Then the doorbell rings, and she looks behind her. It gives me just enough time to put her in a headlock and get her on the ground. I hold her down, using my knees to pin her shoulders. Ripping the bottom of my t-shirt, I make a thin strip and tie her hands then heave her up and push her toward the door as I go to answer it. “I don’t know what’s up with you, but I’m no pussy, bitch.”
Yanking her to come along with me, I answer the door, and the detective is waiting there. “Hey, there.” He looks at the woman I have tied and looks a little sick. “Shit, man. What the hell are you doing?”
“She knows where Isabel is. I want you to get it out of her.” I push her to sit on the sofa in the foyer as Jones comes in, closing the door behind him. “I think Bart and this one here are into some kind of magic shit and are trying to make it seem as if they’re actually magic. But I’m not an idiot. And I bet you’re not one either.”
“No, I’m not an idiot. Did she agree to let you tie her up?” he asks me as he looks at her.
“He’s my master,” she says as she smiles. “He can do anything he wants to me.”
“Is that so?” the detective asks me. “And you forgot to mention this to me?”
“I’m not her master. Bart sent her to me, telling her to tell me she’s mine, replacing the woman he took from me. I have not made this woman my anything. And never will. Can’t you give her some truth serum or something and make her tell us where he’s keeping Isabel?” I begin to pace around the room as my nerves are about to completely take over.
“We don’t have any truth serum, Mr. Jamison.” He takes a seat on the coffee table in front of Harsh. “And your name is?”
“Beth Cooper. I’m from Iowa. I was sent by the man who was my master to become this man’s slave. An even trade in our world. Has Mr. Jamison told you that he’s the owner of a BDSM club?” She smirks at me as she tells him something I hadn’t.
Surprised eyes find mine as Detective Jones looks at me. “Is that so?”
“It is. I’m one of the owners of The Dungeon of Decorum. But, like you said, that’s not illegal.” I take a seat and try to calm myself down so I can make rational decisions.
“No, but you should’ve told me that. Did you and Isabel Sanchez have a Master/slave relationship?” he asks me as he narrows his eyes at me. “Or a Dom/sub relationship? Is there something more to your relationship than just being boyfriend and girlfriend?”
I’m stumped as to what to say. “Our relationship is complicated. Isabel and I have no contract. She’s not my sub or my slave. She is, in every aspect, my girl though. And we do practice BDSM.”
Jones shakes his head as he looks down. “What you people don’t seem to understand is that when you live like this, when you practice such dark things, things can happen. Things you might not like. You people are loose with your bodies. You all treat each other less than humanely. Like you’re all just pieces of meat. Objects to be used for the pleasure of others. This woman, Isabel, what makes you so sure she doesn’t want this other man?”
I stand up and shout, “Because she’s mine!”
With a chuckle, he shakes his head. “People don’t really belong to other people. These contracts are only as good as the paper they’re written on. And you and she don’t even have one. The woman isn’t yours to keep, Mr. Jamison.”
Falling back into the chair, I fight not to lose control completely. “Can you just take this woman to jail? She broke into my home. If she’s released, she’ll come right back and do it again. I want her locked up.”
He turns his attention to Beth Cooper, who calls herself Harsh. “And how did you get into this man’s home, Miss Cooper?”
“The door wasn’t locked. I just let myself in. I didn’t break a thing. And I made him dinner.” She cuts her eyes at me. “Which he didn’t even eat. I have to tell you, this man is really moody and not very nice at all. I’m kind of upset my master gave me to him.”
“I don’t want you, you little slut,” I hiss at her.
Jones clucks his tongue as he looks at me. “No need for name calling. I don’t see any reason to take her in. And even if I do, I’m sure she’d be released in a matter of a few hours. Your lifestyle is the reason these things are happening to you. If you don’t like it, then get out of it.”
Sitting in the chair, I feel as if I’m in a crazy place. My life has been turned upside down once again. “I want her out of here.”
She tears up. “I have no place to go. My master sent me here. I was dropped off. I don’t even have a ride.”
Pulling a few hundred dollars out of my pocket, I hand it to the cop. “Here, can you take her to a hotel and give her this to pay for it. I want nothing to do with her.” Then I look at the one person who could possibly get me to Isabel. “If you have a soul, you’d tell me how to get to Isabel.”
Maniacal laughter fills the room. “I got rid of that eons ago.”
