Abby was alone in the basement and she didn't like that. Not that she could expect Gabe to sit down there with her all of the time, just to keep her company. He had a life of his own and even though she could not relate to that, she could understand it. She knew that he didn't owe her his time.
Just because he took her, doesn't mean that he has to treat her well. He has been so incredibly kind, giving her things to try to make her more comfortable, but that doesn't extend to his attention. He has a girlfriend that he would rather spend time with. I mean, look at him, of course he does. He is kind and sweet, thoughtful and considerate. Besides, he is easy on the eyes. The guy is gorgeous! She would be surprised if he didn't have a girlfriend.
A noise at the door at the top of the stairs catches her attention and she struggles to sit upright. Lifting her bound hands to her hair, she tries her best to smooth it down, in a vain attempt to look good. Then she realizes what she is doing and she stops, lowering her hands back to her lap.
It's just Gabe.
Only, it wasn't. When the door finally opened, an unfamiliar man who looked to be in his thirties or so, came down the stairs towards her. He was frowning and looked very unfriendly, which only got worse when his frown deepened to a scowl when he noticed the mattress and everything else that Gabe had brought her.
“He untied your feet and uncovered your mouth.” The man comments in a gruff voice. “As well as removing your blind fold. Fucking idiot.”
“He's not-”
“Shut the fuck up!” He tells her rudely. “You do not speak.”
The man looks around the room, for what, Abby does not know. She just watches him as he mutters beneath his breath, kicking things in the floor out of agrivation. Finally his eyes land on something and he moves forward to a big, red tin box that looks to be a tool box.
The man flips the lid open and rifles around inside, looking through it's contents. “A-ha.” He grunts before he stands up and slams the lid closed.
Coming over to Abby once more, he drops to his knees in the floor beside her feet. He has these clear plastic lines of something and he is giving her a cruel grin.
Taking one, he tries to to put it around both of her ankles that he is holding together tightly, but she doesn't think that it worked the way he wanted it to, judging by his curse. “Damn it to Hell!”
He pushes her one ankle roughly away, before he wraps the plastic thing around the other. He secures it until it is really tight. He is barely able to get another palctic piece between the band and her skin, but he manages it. Then he repeats the process with her other ankle, before he connects the plastic piece in the middle. He essentially made shackles for her feet, out of the plastic bands.
“Now, where the hell did he leave the blindfold and the duct tape?” The man asks.
Abby nows but she isn't going to tell him. He told her not to speak, so she won't. He gives her a knowing look, as if he can read her thoughts. “Where is it?”
She just watches him, giving him an impassive look and a vacant stare. She sees his smirk drop away and his face flush with anger. “You are a snotty little bitch, aren't you?”
The side of her mouth tilts up but she still says nothing. “Oh, girl. Smile while you can. That attitude of yours won't ladt forever. Mark my words, you are going to get knocked down a peg or two.”
Abby doesn't let her smile falter, despite the panic his words cause her. She learned a long time ago to never show her fear in the face of the enemy. So instead, she smiles fully and gives him a challenging look. Her attitude is meant to tell him to bring it on.
“Yeah. I will enjoy that, you little bitch. Seeing you knocked off your high horse.” He chuckles, deep in his belly.
He kicks at her feet, hitting her toe and making her wince. He tells her mockingly, “No, you don't go anywhere, girly.”
He laughs at his own joke as he goes up the stairs, his heavy steps echoing in the large room below him. She hears the door shut and the lock click, as well as a chain being lifted into place. She hadn't heard that when Gabe left. She assumed he locked the door. He would be an overly trusting fool if he hadn't, but she hadn't heard the security chain.
Pushing the thought from her mind, she lays back with a flop against her pillows, staring up at the ceiling. Her feet are already going numb from how tight the plastic bands are around her feet. She examines her wrists and sees the red, raw skin from where the rope burned her skin while she struggled to sit up.
Closing her eyes, Abby gets lost in thought. She wonders not for the first time why they took her in the first place. It wasn't like it was a case of obsession on any of their parts. Save for the man that was just here, no one has been here to see her except for Gabe. He wouldn't have taken her for that reason, because he didn't even know her first name.
But he did know her last name. Suddenly it makes sense. He kept calling her Miss Kensington, meaning her knew vaguely who she was, but not enough for this to be about her. Meaning that it must be about her father. She was kidnapped as some sort of punishment against her father or for some sort of blackmail or extortion scheme. Either way, these kidnappers sure messed up. If they thought that they could use her as leverage against his emotions to get him to shell out some dough, then they chose the wrong thing. She is his least favorite possession.
Although, he does want her now for that dumb marriage, so he might be willing to fork over a little cash if he can bum it off of the Sterling family. She doubts that happens though. If there is anyone on earth who values their wealth and position more than her father, than it would be the Sterlings. They would sell their own children if it made them more wealthy and more well known. In fact, they had. Many times over.
That is what these little arranged marriages are. You are selling your child in order to gain a company, or a new business partner. Throwing them to the preverbial wolves for their own personal gain. It is what her father did. But she had come to expect treatment like that from him.
He never saw her as a person. Just a possession. Something that he could whip out at parties or events when the situation warranted it, but that could be shoved back on a shelf and forgotten all the other times. That was the story of her life.
Although once she got older and realized what a horrible man he truly was, she didn't mind being forgotten because then she didn't have to be around him. There was less chances of her angering him and then fearing his retribution. He was a firm believer in 'spare the rod, spoil the child'. But a simple beating wasn't enough.
He had to punish her in every aspect to drive the lesson home. No food, no school, no luxeries and even worse, no mother or Irla. He would lock her in her room, after having workers strip it of everything. No books, papers and pens, toys.. no anything. One time he even had them take her blankets. It was a near December and the nights were cold. She went for four days with no blanket, laying on the bed, huddled into a ball and shivering.
Moments like those, over years with him, are why she can honestly say that she hates the man. And she doesn't just say that for dramatic effect because they don't get along. Even though she knows that hate is a strong word and that she shouldn't feel it for anyone, she knows in her heart that she hates him.
She honestly couldn't care less about him. If he lived or died, it wouldn't faze her. She wouldn't miss him if he were gone. She would feel relief that he could no longer terrorize her. She could go for the rest of her life never hearing his name again and she would be the happiest person.
Hate might be a strong word, but his cruelty towards her over the years has inspired strong emotion.
The sad thoughts of her childhood abuse swirling in her head lulls her into a fitfull sleep. When she awakens once more, it is to find a strange man laying on top of her. He grins down at her and she feels fear tingle down her spine.
“I heard that you were in need of my services.”
“Excuse me?”
“Phil said that you were a bitch just begging to be knocked down a peg. Luckily for you, I am an expert at knocking around women.”
With that he grabs her hair and yanks her head up, to place his lips to her ear. “You sure are a pretty little thing.”
“Get off of me.” Abby tells him, trying to pull her face away from him.
“Well now, that isn't very nice, now is it?” The man says. “I guess I am just going to have to teach you some manners, now ain't I?”
“Gabe-”
“Isn't here, is he? It's just you and me. Not, bitch, stop talking and let's make the most of our time together.”
The man grabs the hem of her shirt and lifts it up, his hands finding her smooth stomach and carressing. She squirms, trying to get away from him. When he lifts her bound hands over her head and moves his other hand down to her pants, she starts to panic. Hard.
“No.” Lifting her knee the best that she can with her ankles anchored together, she drives it into the man's stomach. She was aiming for his crotch, but the gut will work.
Either way it serves to piss him off. “You fucking bitch!”
Lifting his hand, he smacks her hard across the face.
“Help me!”
Abby was terrified. She had only ever been kissed twice before. She had never gone further than that with anyone. The thought of her virginity being stolen from her by this disgusting man was almost more than she could stand. Her face ached from the blow he delivered. She was whimpering in fea and pain when he shoved the rolled up shirt in her mouth. She spit it right back out and he cursed, smacking her across the face again. “Oww..” Abby sobs, tear flowing from her bruised and swollen eye. It feels as if he busted
Abby took the time that he was gone with the man to get dressed. She thinks about the fact that she was just naked and exposed in front of Gabe, which causes no shortage of embarrassment for her. But honestly, she did't think that he even noticedm because he didin't seem to react to her nude body, at all. Gabe was far too worried about her and her safety. He wanted to get to her first. To make sure that she was okay and that she had not been brutally raped. He showed genuine fear and concern for her. She doesn't even think that he noticed her nudity.
“Abby, it's-” “I want to know why I am here. What my father did that was so horribe that even I have to be punished for it. Can you tell me, please? Do you not think, that after every thing that has been done to me today, I deserve to know? I deserve to know why I am being treated like this.” Abby turns to face Gabe, staring him down. “Okay.” Gabe relents. He stands up off of the mattress and he walks towards her, holding out his hand to her. “But we won't talk here.”
Abby looks at Gabe as if he had lost his mind or like he had said something in a long lost foreign language that she didn't speak. When she spoke, she merely repeated his words back to him as if she couldn't quite comprehend them. “You are glad that you.. took.. me?” “Yes. Now, I am glad that you are here with me, rather than at home where you were being sold off to the highest bidder like a piece of livestock on the market.” Gabe told her, sitting up.
“I highly doubt that.” Gabe tells her, holding her tightly against his body until her tense muscles slowly begin to relax. “It's true.” He could hear the emotion choking her up and he strokd her back. He wanted to hear the story but he didn't want to push her. She had a rough enough day as it is. Gabe could still feel the disgust and rage that had blinded him to reason when he saw Tommy on top of her, his hands on her naked body. Gabe had started hitting him and he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. Every time he thought ab
The heavy fog of exhaustion begins to lift from Abby and she slowly blinks her eyes open but only for a second. She can not seem to keep them open. She stops trying to force it, instead choosing to keep them closed as she fights sleep once more. She slowly becomes familiar with an unfamiliar sensations of being fully on top of another person. The man below her seems to be asleep, but that assumption is based solely on the fact that he has not pushed her off of him yet, as she assumes that he would if he were awake. Besides that, his chest is rising and falling slowly, as it tends to do when one is soundly asleep and relaxed.
The more that the two womn talk, the more that Abby discovers that she really enjoys Liza's company and the two of them become fast friends. After a while of laughing and talking, Abby can tell that Liza is tired, so she suggest that she goes and takes a little siesta for a while. Once Liza goes to lay back down on the bed in her room, Gabe moves the bed from the basement back up to the guest room, sliding it onto the bed frame. Gabe has decided to fix the room up for Abby to stay in. He has agonized over his part in her abduction, over and over.
“I have tried calling Phil a couple of times. He is not answering any of my many phone calls.” Abby has to admit to being slightly confused as to what that has to do with anything that they were talking about. She finds it annoying when she can not get in touch with people either, but why is that putting him in such a foul mood? “Phil? Is he the one that came by yesterday and-?” “Yeah, that is Phil. He is the one that got us all into this shit. This is his mess to clean u