Chapter 3: Jack's Jazz...Wrong Reason; Right One

“That’s cold,” hissed Jazz opening her eyes. She instantly starts to shiver especially when she realized she was naked and her hands tied together. Frantically looking around to see who was with her and where she was currently.

“Eva,” she asked shocked.

“Took your bloody time waking up,” she grabbed hold of another bucket of water. Viciously she throws it against the helpless girl who covered on the dirty bed.

Jazz sputters when the water hit her full in the face again. She thought she had survived her cousin’s mean streak but apparently not since she was behaving again like she used to when they were children. She suddenly searched and found her inner core knowing how to play their games of tormentor and the captive. She always might start the fight but she who was Jazz Duncan always completed it stepping away as the victor.

“What the hell Eva? Untie my hands now.” She said in the stern voice she learned from her grandmother.

“Tell me cousin, what do you remember about last night?” Eva stood towering over her.

“What do you mean? You made it sound like I should remember something?” Jazz looked at the openly vicious and nasty expression on her cousin’s face.

“You certainly made the headlines this morning. I can’t wait for that old bat that we call grandmother to learn about your wild side. I truly hope she would choke on her lemon tasted tea.”

“What are you talking about Eva?”

“Oh, you will learn not to mess with me, bitch.” She grabbed hold of her phone and quickly scrolled through various websites. “No…no, fuck, where is it?” she suddenly screeched in fury.

Jazz choice her distraction to start biting the rope. They may have grown up now and worlds apart but she never forgotten her lessons learned as a child. The moment she was free, she carefully climbed from the dirty bed. She noticed her dolphin necklace laying on the floor. The chain seemed to be broken.

“What the fuck,” Eva instantly moved to grab hold of her. “You will not get out of here.”

Jazz timed her the moment she was within reached she slapped her hard throw the face. Shocked and surprise, Eva staggered backwards. Her heart clearly feeling black made her instantly retaliated She stormed the naked girl with clawing fingers. “I want you to die,” she screamed.

“You have to fight me for that privilege cousin.”

Jazz moved with maneuverability that infuriates the other girl. “Catch me if you can, cousin. I don’t know what you did with me last night.”

“How did you removed the footage?” she screamed trying to catch her.

“What footage?” Jazz stood motionless a moment. She tried searching her mind but everything comes up blank.

“I will manage somehow to wipe you from this planet, bitch.”

“Give it your best shot, cousin.” She taunted the other girl while making sure to stay out of reach of her grabbing hands.

“Eva, where is my clothes?”

“Are you ashamed of your body?”

“No, I am must better looking then you. The way you went through men, you must be on the used good lists by now. Judging from that nasty expression on your face, not long and we both will see the road marks of your choices edge onto your mean looking face.”

“I hate you Jazz,”

“I know you keep telling me. But I don’t feel the effects of your hatred.”

Eva looked at her panting from the attempt to catch Jazz.

“You should exercise more. You sound like an alley cat in heat.”

“Bitch,”

“Nah, that label is your collar to wear. And you wear it so proudly.”

“When I am finished with you grandmother will never talk to you again.” Eva start moving towards the door.

“Where are my clothes?”

“No clothes for you. I still have plans.”

Jazz moved quickly but this time surprising Eva was faster reaching the door, opening and quickly locking it from the outside.

Jazz reached for the door just to confirm it was really locked. Then she turned around and looked at the barren room except for the dirty bed. She noticed a landline. Quickly reaching for it but it was dead. “What dirty place did you trapped me inside Eva?” her question echoes with no answer. Bored for a moment she looked at the window. She was never afraid to take risks, and she certainly isn’t above getting out of here naked.

She noticed the dust covered mirror. A naughty streak took hold of her. She moved and stood in front of the mirror. A slow smile curved around her lips. “Well now Eva, I did tell you I believe in self-love. This very expressions and soft lines on my face, I am the owner of this face. The characterizations are my very expression of owned adoration.” She laughed softly. “This my dear cousin is my self portrait …I owned and love every definition. Just looked at this reflection of various shades of brown within my eyes, even the casting of emotions influences my expressions. You are currently the reason for the crease between my eyes, definitely define by my mood at this moment.”

She turned away from her reflection moving towards the window. “I am certainly not going to stay trapped in this place. Somehow you caught and lead me into a trap but I am not your victim in waiting, cousin.”

Intent on inspecting the window when she noticed something in the corner of the floor. Curious she moved closer kneel and tried to remove the floor board. It seems as thought there was something hidden inside. Her immediate movements suddenly stilled when she realized someone was inserting a key into the door. She quickly moved upright moving into attacking mode.

“I am not your victim in waiting Eva Duncan.” She whispered. The moment the door starts to pushed opened she jumped in the air with fingers clawing and sinking into flesh. She realized the upper body where she wrapped her naked legs around was well muscled and moving. She felt a wet tongue lapping her nipples, firm hands wrapping around her buttocks in a very intimate fashion. She felt the adrenaline and overwhelming instant desire burning through her. Horrified that the powerful man might realize her body’s instant betrayal she bites his head.

“Bloody hell, get off me,” the man let go of her. She instantly land on the floor staying in a crouching position. “Who the hell are you? Who locked you in here naked?’ growled the man in a dangerous tone.