No Fun This Time

I woke up.

I must had been chloroformed at some point.

Small memories started returning to me. I remembered trying to fight back the little that I could, the speed of the runaway van, a bunch of guys speaking some weird language to each other, and then nothing else, as the world went dark.

Now I was feeling groggy and awfully restricted. Oh. That was because I was tied to a chair with my mouth gagged.

Shit.

I desperately looked around. This was a basement. A badly lighted, soggy and abandoned basement. There was nothing else here, except for me. I couldn't move any of my limbs. Everything was tied down expertly. I tried shaking the chair. Pointless. It didn't move an inch.

Panic was setting in. I had to shout. Only muffles came out. Fuck fuck fuck!

What had I done? What was the mistake? Was it all over now?

After a minute or two the panic was settling down. The pointless rattling and shouting had no effect on anything. I was going nowhere. I could do nothing but wait now.

And think about every possible explanation for this.

I came up with something like fifty possibilities. I had done a lot of shit.

An hour later, I had grown accustomed to the silence of the place. Just me and my thoughts. That's why, when I finally heard a sound, it was really shocking.

Someone opened up the door upstairs, and began descending the stairs.

In this lighting I could only see a silhouette. But I couldn't mistake the clacking of those high heels.

Ten seconds later, she was in front of me.

Maria.

Once again, her face showed no emotion, despite the extremely unusual way we were meeting now. She was dressed in her usual business attire. She had a look like this was just another one of her business meetings.

I had my doubts about it, but I couldn't deny it now. She was a pure psychopath.

She pulled another chair from behind me, and sat down in it in front of me.

For a minute, she just stared at me. In silence. I wish I could say the same. I tried shouting something, but the gag made it unintelligible. Then I just gave up.

I couldn't look into her eyes. Not because I was scared... But this particular suit emphasized her huge tits and had a beautiufl cleavage...

Jesus Christ, Jack! You're probably about to die and still can't stop perving out? Think!

"Alright, Jack. Do you know why you are here?", Maria finally spoke up.

I had some ideas about that. Not that I could talk.

"Let me cut straight to the point. I have had my eye on you for two weeks now. You should have been fired. That's what I wrote in my calendar twice now. 'Fire Jack'. And twice I had to remove that. I really don't like removing stuff from my calendar. But hey. You made two miracles. Who cares. I was going to sell my magazine anyway so a hollow victory for you."

She leaned a little closer to me.

"Then you fucked my daughter and took her virginity."

Shit. Fuck. Balls.

At least I undertstood now. Where did I fuck up? Did I leave evidence? Did... Gloria tell?

"Now. How I got you here. I have some connections, and called a few friends."

Wait, the mafia rumours were true?

I think I was as pale as a ghost by that point.

"If I was anyone else from my family, you would probably die right now. But I'm not. As much as I want to smash your face with a sledgehammer, I won't. I never entered that life. I'm going to let you live, but somewhere else."

The emotionless voice in which she said all that was way more scary than the actual words that came from her mouth.

"So here's what's going to happen. You are going to write an email to everyone you know, saying that the pressure of your life is too much and you're going to spend the rest of your life travelling alone. And what will happen next, is that my assosicates will then take you to live in a very remote place of the globe. I don't need to do that, as I said it would be easier just to kill you, but I consider myself to be a nice person. Now, obviously, if you ever try to come back or contact your close ones again... You will die."

...

"Don't answer now. I want you to think about this for the next 12 hours. Here are your options. One. I kill you and dispose of your body. Two. You write the email and start off new in a new place. Maybe I'll even bring you something nice to eat, while you write that email? And if you're very good, I won't castrate you either. So this is the deal, right? Give it a good think."

...

With that, she got up, and left with her swaying, big ass and click-clacking of her high heels.

...

I didn't think it was possible at this point but I still had underestimated her.