Trapped

Chapter 6

Jamison's POV:

    I could not believe she left the house!  I thought she was learning her lesson by now.  I was so mad at her when I got home and she was not in the apartment.  So mad I could of killed her!  Doesn't she understand that she is mine and has no business outside of the house where other men could be looking at her.  After I threw her into the closet for her punishment I just had to get out of there for a while.  I have to think, think about what it is I need to do to get her trained.

    I went several blocks into town before stopping in a gentleman's club. I wanted a little fun after these past few days after moving here.  It hasn't gone quite how I had planned.  I would of thought after the first day here she would of learned.  She bows to me, does what I order her to do and willingly give into all my desires when ever I choose.  That's what she is here for and nothing else.  I wasn't raised to love a woman.  My mom left my dad and I when I was 10 years old. I never understood why dad didn't go after her, why he just let her leave us like that. He was a coward.  I wasn't going to be like him.  My woman wasn't ever going to leave and if she did I will track her down and kill her and who ever gets in my way.

    The bartender set down a drink in front of me with a questioning look on his face.

    "What's wrong son?  Everything okay?"

    What business does he have asking me that? He doesn't need to know anything that is going on in my life let alone that my woman is home alone at the moment.

    "I'm fine, just go.  You got me my drink now I don't need anything else from you."   I told while glaring at him into his eyes, not flinching a muscle.

    "Hey there sweetheart!  You look tense.  Do you need me to relieve some of that for you?" 

    A dancer was rubbing my shoulders relieve all the stress that was building up in my body. She was wearing a red thong and only pasties covering her nips.  She had an hourglass figure with blonde curls dangling over her breasts.  I couldn't help but stare.  She must of sensed that I was more than willing and she grabbed my hand and started to take me to one of the private booths at the other end of the room.

    Once we got there she pushed me down into the chair, "Now you sit on your hands now sir, can't be having any wondering fingers during the show."

    I slid my hands under me doing as she says while she started doing her dance on my lap.  Her hands traveled all over my body and she put my face into her chest several times.  The moment she knew she was getting me excited she had a lustful look on her face, an extra twinkle in her eye. After that moment she grinded me over and over. 

    "Do you like that baby?"  she whispered into my ear and my head went back. 

    At that moment I couldn't help myself I grabbed her by the face and pushed her onto my lips  She didn't try to back away.  Her kiss was just as demanding as mine. 

    "What time do you get out of work sweetheart?"  I couldn't let this w***e go home alone tonight. 

    "You are my last customer baby, are you wanting to finish this somewhere else tonight?"

    "Take me back to your place, and I will show you a time you've never had."

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    The next morning I got myself around and headed for work. I stayed at her place that night.   We had s*x several times during that night.   She was probably one of my better one night stands that I have ever had.  I made sure I did not wake her up.  I didn't want her to learn who I was or follow me anywhere.  I never wanted to see her again.  Women on the side are only meant to be screwed once.

    In my car on my way to work my cell rings.  I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was her mother.  She is the last person I want to speak with right now.

    "Hello?"

    "Jamison?  This is Jessi's mom."

    "Yes, I know who you are, what is it you want?"  Doesn't she realize that she is below me?  She doesn't call me when she wants to, she waits to be called upon.

    "I talked to Jessi yesterday and she said your phone isn't working right.  You need to get that fixed.  If Jessi gets hurt she needs to be able to call for help. Well anyway I'm glad you made it there okay and let me know when her dad and I can come up for a visit."

    "Sure I will get right on that."  I didn't even wait for a response.  I just hung up the phone.  Is that why Jessi wasn't home when I tried calling her yesterday and still not home when I got there to find her?  What all was she doing? She could of ruined everything!

    At work in my cubical, I just sat there looking up at the ceiling.  What is it I can do to get Jessi to obey, to bow down to me, to surrender herself to me.

    "I got it!" I blurted out, not caring who around me heard or bothered. I know exactly what I'm going to do.  I quickly grabbed my phone and started to call a buddy over on the west coast. 

    "Hey, how are you?"

    "Good Jamsion.  What are you up to lately?"

    "My girlfriend and I need to move out that way, do you have one of your apartments available for us to rent?"

    "I believe so, it has a parking garage attached to it and is on the ground floor.  When do you think you will be out here?"

    We were going to leave immediately after I get home today after work. "We should be there by tomorrow morning."

    Our conversations were never very detailed or long.  Neither of us really cared all that much about each other.  We just wanted each other for when we needed something.  That's all our relationship was based on. It occurred to me the first thing I need to do to get what I want from Jessi, I need to break her.  I need to remove her from familiar areas, take her away from her family and any friends she might know.  I then need to break her soul.   After that, she will be mine, all mine.  Just the thought of getting what I want caused an evil grin appear across my face. I gotta get there soon and if I want to be there by morning I have to leave work now.

    I walked into my bosses office and just gave him my keys to the doors and desk and walked out.  I didn't even give him a chance to stop me or ask me what it is that I was doing. 

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    As soon as I walked in to the door I could smell it.  The smell burned my nose as I breathed.  I could not believe she has ruined my floor! I rushed to the closet and threw the door open.  The smell hit me like a ton of bricks. 

    "AH HELL IT STINKS IN THERE!"

    I grabbed a fist full of hair.  I don't care if any of it gets ripped out.  I pull her up as hard as I could not caring about her screaming.  Her hands grab my wrist and I shove her face into the floor as if she was a dog who just pissed on the floor and needed to be taught a lesson. She started coughing but I didn't care.  The more she coughed the more I wanted to do it.

    I take her and throw her down beside me, still coughing. I reach down and grab her by the front of her dress and lift her up, staring into her eyes, tearing apart as much of her soul as I could.  Well at least as much as I could with a stare anyway. 

    "You think you were so clever didn't you?" She looks at me with confusion. 

    I know she knows exactly what it is that I am talking about.  When will she just obey! 

    "ANSWER ME!" I scream at her shaking her side to side like a screaming toddler.

    I walk to the wall and shove her hard into the full length mirror, never taking my gaze off of her.  The glass shatters and shards fall to the floor.

    Now she's broke my mirror!  Why does she keep doing this and ruining our home! I push her harder and she starts to rise up against the mirror.  Her screams intensify. 

    "PLEASE!  PLEASE!  I-I don't know.....what you are......t-talking about!" Like she doesn't have a clue. 

    She's lying again.  I can see it in her eyes.  I throw her to the ground, blood staining the back of her dress.  I got pleasure out of seeing her hurt.  It almost arouses me to punish her.

    "Your mother called me today.  She was telling me how it was so nice to hear that we made it okay and can't wait for you to call her back to set up a time to visit.  That I really need to fix our phone so she can call US!" 

    I saw it in her face the moment I told her.  She knew what she had done.  I knew she was lying to me.  I turn towards the dresser, she's gotta pay for lying to me.  I grab the drawer and pull it out, dumping all of the contents on the floor. I bust the drawer on the floor, trying to remove the front of it so I can use it to punish her.  I rip the other side off and it falls to pieces, leaving just the face of it in my hands.  I glance up at her.  What the hell is she doing!  She's trying to escape! I thought we've went through this already, she is never to leave the house ever! I raised the drawer as high as I can and slam it into her back, knocking her down.

    "Where do you think you are going sweetheart?" My smile bigger than ever.

    This is fun! I  turn the piece of wood around so the small side is facing her.  I raise it again and slam it into her head.  Knocking her out fast.   Now she can't escape from me.

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    I tied up her legs and stuffed her in the trunk of the car along with the few clothes she had and mine were in the back seat of the car.  She was going to be out for a while. She was still alive of course.  She can't die on me yet, the fun has just begun.  We hadn't stayed in the other apartment long enough to really accumulate anything so it was pretty easy and quick to get everything in the car.  I had to stop a few times to get gas.  Traveling across the country takes quite a long time so I turn the radio to help distract myself while I drive.  The whole drive was rather peaceful.

    We drove all evening and night into the early morning to get there but we finally got there.  I pull into the parking garage.  It was still to early for anyone to be up yet and I go around and open the trunk.  Her arms go up quickly to block the little bit of light the garage had.  She did not struggle as I picked her up and started to carry her into our apartment.  She just looked at me.  Almost desiring me type of look.  She used to look at me like that all the time. Maybe I'm finally getting through to her.  I still gotta make sure she's broke though.  I can't be having her run off.  I don't know this area any better than she does, would make it rather difficult to find her quickly here.

    I took her to our new bedroom and laid her on the bed.  She was looking around the room, puzzled. 

    "Where are we?" I could barely hear her and could tell her voice was raspy from being dehydrated. 

    Will have to give her water when I'm done teaching her a lesson.  It can be her reward for doing well.

    I looked down at her.  Staring at her.  How some of her hair was stuck to her face with sweat from the car ride.  With all of the bruising on her face, she was almost not recognizable.  

    "We are home my dear."  Her eyes widened at my answer and her mouth opened a touch.

    Her eyes started looking all over the room as I unzipped the bag I had around my shoulder, pulling out some rope I had packed.  I have things i need to do today and I can't be having her run off.  She will be tied here to the bed until I get home and then we will work on refining her into the woman she is supposed to be.

    The moment she realized what I was doing her eyes got wide with fear. 

    "What are you doing!  Stop please!"

    She started to wiggle, hard enough her hand started to come out of the rope.  I had to stop her.  She needs to learn to stop fighting me all the time and just do what she is told. I back handed her so hard her body went limp for a few seconds.  Gotta get her other hand tied before she starts to come around again.  

    "You know this is your fault sweetheart. If you wouldn't of called your parents we wouldn't of had to drive across the country to the other side to be free of them."

    The look on her face when she realized where we were made me smile.  I knew she would love the idea of moving away.  The grateful tears in her eyes said it all.  Now it's time to head out and get a job.  She will be okay for a while here but when I come back it will be time to get to work.