Post by kittykatx on May 8, 2006 15:04:16 GMT
13:42 flashed the clock in the corner of the room. I was waiting, waiting for him to call. We'd been in contact now for about 2 years. That one chance meeting at the rave that i dont even remember because i was under the influence and now i was on his every command. I hated myself for being so submissive but i couldnt help it. Every time he tells me what to do, i am so reluctant yet powerless to resist him. The feeling i get when his number pops up on my mobile. The fact that one day, i may get to see his face. I often wonder what he looks like, sometimes i can picture what i think he looks like. A strong well built man, not too much taller than myself, mouseybrown longish hair hanging straight down over his deep meaningful brown eyes, so dark that they're nearly black. His pale face only made outlined by the stubble that surrounds his strong chin just underneath the rose tinted lips. Oh how i want those lips. I can picture them in a smug smile before he grabs my hand and we run off for our next wild night.
The office was empty, the clock now read 13:58 and i knew that it was two munites till he rang. He was never late to ring. 14:00 on the first monday of every month. If he was ever late, i wouldnt know what to do. I strife for his calls, to hear his voice, his breath. His breath is the sweetest symphony.
14:00 hit and i stared at the phone, 1 second, 2 seconds, why am i doing this? i could just not pick up the phone, leave this life of angst and unrequited love and..
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my mobile. There it was, the number, it was him.
"Hello?"
he spoke in a language that only i understood, he had to, if anyone bugged our calls our whole relationship, everything i live for would be destroyed and we'd be found out
Ok, so i was to meet with a man named RedCheif at 15:15 near the Lakota Theatre. I always had to do this, i could never meet him in person, it had to be through other people. I hated it, But it was my only way to be as close to him as possible.
"Ok, Thankyou for your call sir" Thats the way to do it, talk like the rest of the drones in this office. Pretence smiles and fake happyness. They just dont realise that one man, my man, is going to change this for them.
As i put the phone down, i could feel it once again. The adreniline kicked in and i had to fight off the urge to smile or show any kind of excitment. My eyes went down to my breifcase as i straightened my skirt and jacket. I picked it up with caution as i had no idea what was in it. I got packages sent to me every other day, usually containing smart clothes or small presents he'd bought me. He did this so that when he sent me the breifcases with the equipment in, no one would get suspicious.
I set off on my journey, the theatre was a few streets from this place. I could make it there in 10, 15 minutes, so i had time to spare. I said a quick goodbye to my "friends", i call them this as they are just the people who bother to take note of my arrival every morning. I wont miss them. I just feel sorry that the suprise is going to take them by suprise that they cant say a real goodbye to their families that they bang on about during lunch breaks.
I got half way to the theatre and found a coffee shop that i recognised. Why? i'd only been working in this placement for a few weeks and i was certain i'd never walked this street before. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked around. Across the street was a small door, suddenly an image flashed in my head of that night.The first memory of my alcohol, ecstasy and weed induced night came flooding back. That was where we met. Thats the doorway to the club we were in. I remember falling down the steps on the other side and at the bottom a man, big and strong catching me. As crisp as the memory finally was it was a mere black smudge in my mind where his face should have been.
Again my thoughts were interrupted by the same ring of my mobile, who could it be? no one else had this number? It was him. What was wrong? had we been found out. I answered it in a panic.
"Whats wrong?" i frantically stumbled out of my mouth whilst trying to grab hold of what was left of the image of the man from the club. But he didnt speak, i could hear my symphony but this time i wasnt happy to hear it. i was about to ask again when he finally spoke
"Dont hold back"
"What?"
"Don't hold back" he repeated, then the line went dead. What did he mean by that?
I read the time on my phone. 14:35 it said. Questions were flying around my brain. It had seemed like a normal task up until now. I could tell that it was anything but. Why has he brought me here?
The Lakota Theatre was only a street away so i quickened my pace. Every step i took brought back memories of The Night.
1 step
Lakota, i remember that name from somewhere
2 step
It was written on his jacket
3 step
It was written over a picture of some kind of character
4 step
The character was of an indian cheif
Step, Step, Step, piece by piece i was putting the clues together. This was it! im going to meet him, he's bringing me to him. By this point i was nearly running. I kept going, kept remembering, kept going, kept remembering kept going, and going and remembering then it was there!
It was amazing. The grandest building you ever did see! It was a deep red colour. The coloums ,holding up a large red arch,were a rich gold. The steps, marble with golden edging. I stopped in my tracks. I could never enter here! my suit, which when i usually wore it i felt so posh and above other people now made me feel like a working class runt compared to the threads that the people wlaking up those steps were wearing. I carefully rubbed my eye as to not smudge my make-up.
This was far too much. I didnt want to be here anymore. The glamarous life he gave me just didnt seem enough to drive me to want to complete his task.
14:49 Plenty of time to just get rid of the breifcase, use what money he had given me, dispose of the phone and go back to how i used to be. I finally gave in to tiredness, threw the breifcase on the floor, not giving a toss what was in it anymore, and sat on the pavement in a pathetic heap.
Did all my hard work really lead to this? All those people, I hadnt seen my mother for two years now. Was she even still alive? I felt so guilty just up and leaving but i thought it would be worth more than this. I was looking up through my tears when i noticed that one of the locks on the breifcase was open. I frantically scrambled for it and copied the number to the other lock. The case sprung open and i couldnt believe it.
Nothing
There was nothing in there! I'd been taken for a ride. I was fuming, i hated him, i threw the phone down, after checking the time once more, left the breifcase on the street, it was 15:14. I was determined to meet him now, if not to kill him, to at least finally see the face that had screwed me over.
One of the first presents he'd sent me was a gun. An Mk.23. I checked that i had at my side and headed over to the steps. I was stood there for what seemed like an eternity. I was watching a very glamarous couple as they trotted up the stairs in all their posh clothes when i felt someone grab my hand and pull me to the side. I watched as the street dissapeared and i was taken through a door that must have been underneath the steps.
I was thrown on the floor and my hair was pulled back.And my hand handcuffed together. A man dressed as an Indian cheif was stood over me.
"Who are you? What have you done with..." i didnt know his name. He'd never told me, i had always referred to him as 'sir'. The Cheif just laughed, a deep spiteful laugh.
Suddenly the lights came up. All the people i'd met for him over the past two years were there. The tears were streaming down my cheeks, What was happening? Why was i here?
Suddenly i spotted a man in the corner, i couldnt see his face.
"Is that you?" i sobbed.
He walked forward through the crowd of people surrounding me.
"Who would you be referring to then miss? I'm afraid i've never seen you before in my life"
"But..."
"Now, now dear, dont be trying to speak too soon, theres plenty time for that. Now, tell me about...him"
"Never! He's my friend and i would never reveal him to anyone, especially you!"
He turned to all the people in the room "Well listen to her romantisizing" he chuckled then the whole room joined in. He grabbed me by my soaking cheeks and squeezed hard. His breath on my face stunk of cheap beer, it brought back another flashback of The Night this time it was a bit more hazy but i remembered seeing him sat at the bar just before i left the club.
Maybe this was a set up so they could find him. I couldnt do that to the man who had given me so much fun. i kept silent and stared into the stinky mans eyes. Then suddenly i remembered his words 'dont hold back'. Maybe he wants to be found? Maybe he knew this was going to happen and he WANTS me to tell them.
Suddenly i exploded with words! "I DONT KNOW! all i know is that i was meant to meet Red Cheif outside the theatre! HE rings me at 14:00 on the first Monday of every month, then i leave, meet up with someone who takes me to the next place and the placement i was just in gets highjacked. I dont know anymore, i just get paid to get a job, find out where all their money is kept then send the information in a letter to him! Today i just wanted to meet him! i dont want to do this anymore!" i looked up to the ceiling "THERE! i didnt hold back, i've done what you asked, now please just let me go!" i screamed the last word.
Silence. The last thing i heard was a small click and feeling my hand getting loosened before i blacked out...
if you wanna know the end of the story, msg me or sumthing n ill send you it
The office was empty, the clock now read 13:58 and i knew that it was two munites till he rang. He was never late to ring. 14:00 on the first monday of every month. If he was ever late, i wouldnt know what to do. I strife for his calls, to hear his voice, his breath. His breath is the sweetest symphony.
14:00 hit and i stared at the phone, 1 second, 2 seconds, why am i doing this? i could just not pick up the phone, leave this life of angst and unrequited love and..
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my mobile. There it was, the number, it was him.
"Hello?"
he spoke in a language that only i understood, he had to, if anyone bugged our calls our whole relationship, everything i live for would be destroyed and we'd be found out
Ok, so i was to meet with a man named RedCheif at 15:15 near the Lakota Theatre. I always had to do this, i could never meet him in person, it had to be through other people. I hated it, But it was my only way to be as close to him as possible.
"Ok, Thankyou for your call sir" Thats the way to do it, talk like the rest of the drones in this office. Pretence smiles and fake happyness. They just dont realise that one man, my man, is going to change this for them.
As i put the phone down, i could feel it once again. The adreniline kicked in and i had to fight off the urge to smile or show any kind of excitment. My eyes went down to my breifcase as i straightened my skirt and jacket. I picked it up with caution as i had no idea what was in it. I got packages sent to me every other day, usually containing smart clothes or small presents he'd bought me. He did this so that when he sent me the breifcases with the equipment in, no one would get suspicious.
I set off on my journey, the theatre was a few streets from this place. I could make it there in 10, 15 minutes, so i had time to spare. I said a quick goodbye to my "friends", i call them this as they are just the people who bother to take note of my arrival every morning. I wont miss them. I just feel sorry that the suprise is going to take them by suprise that they cant say a real goodbye to their families that they bang on about during lunch breaks.
I got half way to the theatre and found a coffee shop that i recognised. Why? i'd only been working in this placement for a few weeks and i was certain i'd never walked this street before. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked around. Across the street was a small door, suddenly an image flashed in my head of that night.The first memory of my alcohol, ecstasy and weed induced night came flooding back. That was where we met. Thats the doorway to the club we were in. I remember falling down the steps on the other side and at the bottom a man, big and strong catching me. As crisp as the memory finally was it was a mere black smudge in my mind where his face should have been.
Again my thoughts were interrupted by the same ring of my mobile, who could it be? no one else had this number? It was him. What was wrong? had we been found out. I answered it in a panic.
"Whats wrong?" i frantically stumbled out of my mouth whilst trying to grab hold of what was left of the image of the man from the club. But he didnt speak, i could hear my symphony but this time i wasnt happy to hear it. i was about to ask again when he finally spoke
"Dont hold back"
"What?"
"Don't hold back" he repeated, then the line went dead. What did he mean by that?
I read the time on my phone. 14:35 it said. Questions were flying around my brain. It had seemed like a normal task up until now. I could tell that it was anything but. Why has he brought me here?
The Lakota Theatre was only a street away so i quickened my pace. Every step i took brought back memories of The Night.
1 step
Lakota, i remember that name from somewhere
2 step
It was written on his jacket
3 step
It was written over a picture of some kind of character
4 step
The character was of an indian cheif
Step, Step, Step, piece by piece i was putting the clues together. This was it! im going to meet him, he's bringing me to him. By this point i was nearly running. I kept going, kept remembering, kept going, kept remembering kept going, and going and remembering then it was there!
It was amazing. The grandest building you ever did see! It was a deep red colour. The coloums ,holding up a large red arch,were a rich gold. The steps, marble with golden edging. I stopped in my tracks. I could never enter here! my suit, which when i usually wore it i felt so posh and above other people now made me feel like a working class runt compared to the threads that the people wlaking up those steps were wearing. I carefully rubbed my eye as to not smudge my make-up.
This was far too much. I didnt want to be here anymore. The glamarous life he gave me just didnt seem enough to drive me to want to complete his task.
14:49 Plenty of time to just get rid of the breifcase, use what money he had given me, dispose of the phone and go back to how i used to be. I finally gave in to tiredness, threw the breifcase on the floor, not giving a toss what was in it anymore, and sat on the pavement in a pathetic heap.
Did all my hard work really lead to this? All those people, I hadnt seen my mother for two years now. Was she even still alive? I felt so guilty just up and leaving but i thought it would be worth more than this. I was looking up through my tears when i noticed that one of the locks on the breifcase was open. I frantically scrambled for it and copied the number to the other lock. The case sprung open and i couldnt believe it.
Nothing
There was nothing in there! I'd been taken for a ride. I was fuming, i hated him, i threw the phone down, after checking the time once more, left the breifcase on the street, it was 15:14. I was determined to meet him now, if not to kill him, to at least finally see the face that had screwed me over.
One of the first presents he'd sent me was a gun. An Mk.23. I checked that i had at my side and headed over to the steps. I was stood there for what seemed like an eternity. I was watching a very glamarous couple as they trotted up the stairs in all their posh clothes when i felt someone grab my hand and pull me to the side. I watched as the street dissapeared and i was taken through a door that must have been underneath the steps.
I was thrown on the floor and my hair was pulled back.And my hand handcuffed together. A man dressed as an Indian cheif was stood over me.
"Who are you? What have you done with..." i didnt know his name. He'd never told me, i had always referred to him as 'sir'. The Cheif just laughed, a deep spiteful laugh.
Suddenly the lights came up. All the people i'd met for him over the past two years were there. The tears were streaming down my cheeks, What was happening? Why was i here?
Suddenly i spotted a man in the corner, i couldnt see his face.
"Is that you?" i sobbed.
He walked forward through the crowd of people surrounding me.
"Who would you be referring to then miss? I'm afraid i've never seen you before in my life"
"But..."
"Now, now dear, dont be trying to speak too soon, theres plenty time for that. Now, tell me about...him"
"Never! He's my friend and i would never reveal him to anyone, especially you!"
He turned to all the people in the room "Well listen to her romantisizing" he chuckled then the whole room joined in. He grabbed me by my soaking cheeks and squeezed hard. His breath on my face stunk of cheap beer, it brought back another flashback of The Night this time it was a bit more hazy but i remembered seeing him sat at the bar just before i left the club.
Maybe this was a set up so they could find him. I couldnt do that to the man who had given me so much fun. i kept silent and stared into the stinky mans eyes. Then suddenly i remembered his words 'dont hold back'. Maybe he wants to be found? Maybe he knew this was going to happen and he WANTS me to tell them.
Suddenly i exploded with words! "I DONT KNOW! all i know is that i was meant to meet Red Cheif outside the theatre! HE rings me at 14:00 on the first Monday of every month, then i leave, meet up with someone who takes me to the next place and the placement i was just in gets highjacked. I dont know anymore, i just get paid to get a job, find out where all their money is kept then send the information in a letter to him! Today i just wanted to meet him! i dont want to do this anymore!" i looked up to the ceiling "THERE! i didnt hold back, i've done what you asked, now please just let me go!" i screamed the last word.
Silence. The last thing i heard was a small click and feeling my hand getting loosened before i blacked out...
if you wanna know the end of the story, msg me or sumthing n ill send you it
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