Dear Readers: I am back after a very long absence. Thanks for bearing with me and my continual computer problems. I have found writing this story very difficult. I had to go back and reread what I had previously written. I apologize for all my awful mistakes. I don't have a beta reader and I don't see my obvious mistakes because I have read the words so many times they seem right to me. Very Sorry! Please bear with me for this chapter and the next. I need to get back in the flow of finishing this story and I know I'm not there yet. I tried to give you as much back history on Sara and Ted as I could. I hope it all makes sense. Please let me know if I've screwed something up. Thanks!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters.
Chapter 29
She was in that damned room again, pacing restlessly back and forth. She felt more in control of her emotions now that she had eaten. The grilled cheese sandwich and soup he had given her had gone down easier then she had expected. She had been famished and she knew she needed to keep her strength up to fight him. She shuddered slightly remembering how he had watched her with his soulless eyes. She knew there was no compassion in this man; he was a cold hearted killer. Her only hope was her colleagues and her desperate determination to be with Nick again, to hold him in her arms and tell him how much she loved him.
The heat in the room was stifling. She could feel the beads of perspiration snaking their way down her back and pooling in between her breasts. She ran her hand through her damp hair and sighed wearily. She sank down on to the mattress in exhaustion. She willed herself not to cry. She tried to fight the drowsiness that threatened to overtake her but she quickly lost the battle and fell into a troubled sleep.
She could see him. He was so close. Nick. He was here. He had found her. Her heart soared with elation. She tried to go to him but she couldn't move. And then she saw him; the cold-blooded madman. She screamed a warning at Nick but he didn't hear her. He kept walking toward her, smiling that damn adorable grin of his. The madman was almost on top of him now and in his hand he held a butcher's knife. She could see the blade's sharp edge glittering in the light. Her anguished cry filled her ears as she tried desperately to run to Nick. But it was useless. She couldn't move.
Her eyes locked with those of the killer as he raised the blade high in the air and slammed it forcefully into Nick's back. A sob escaped her lips as she watched helplessly as Nick fell to his knees. He sorrow filled eyes met hers as he reached out to her.
"Sara," he whispered as blood dripped down off his lips and fell soundlessly to the ground. She watched in agony as the knife stained with Nick's life's blood rose into the air again and slid back into his body. The madman's laugh filled the air. Sara screamed Nick's name over and over again.
"You're mine Sara forever and ever," she heard the madman hiss.
"Nooooo!" she cried sitting upright on the mattress.
Her body was drenched in sweat. Her hair matted to her head. She wrapped her arms protectively around herself, as she felt a chill slide slowly across her damp skin, settling itself deep in her bones. She shook her head slowly trying to push the horrid images out of her mind. Thank God it had been a dream. Nick was still alive and she was still imprisoned in this nightmare. She pushed herself to her feet and stretched her legs. She once again resumed her endless pacing; hoping the images from her nightmare would soon leave her.
The sound of the door opening sent her heart racing as she stopped and turned to face her captor. She self consciously crossed her arms trying to cover her scantily clad body as best she could from his probing eyes. He smiled at her smugly. "Did you have a nice dream about your little boyfriend Nick? How did I kill him Sara? Was it quick and painless or long and torturous? I hope it was the latter." he said with an evil grin.
"Bastard," Sara spat, turning her back to him.
He laughed heartlessly. "Turn around now Sara." he demanded.
She held her ground for a moment but knew if she disobeyed him there would be pain, lots of it. She turned around slowly and raised her chin in defiance. His face was an unreadable mask of stone. "Tell me why you threw yourself at Jason?" he said in a demanding hiss.
Sara blinked in confusion for a moment. She hadn't expected him to bring up her ex- fiancé. "I aaa…" she stuttered. He took a menacing step toward her and she hastily moved away from him. She stopped and held her ground. She sealed herself for his violent reaction and said softly, "Is that what he told you?"
Ted's eyes narrowed into tiny little slits as he took another step toward her. Sara lifted up her arms in preparation for his blow. He stopped and smiled at her, waiting for her to continue.
She swallowed the bile that filled her throat as her lunch threatened to make its way violently out of her stomach. She let her breath out slowly and started talking. "We met up one night in Mickey's Bar. We hit it off great and talked for what seemed like hours. He was the perfect gentleman all night. He walked me to my car and asked if I'd like to go out some time. I agreed and he kissed me on the check."
Sara stopped for a moment, her eyes filling with tears at the memory. She wiped at her eyes frantically and squared her shoulders in an effort to continue. "It was perfect for the first few weeks. We would talk on the phone or go out dinner. I should have realized that something wasn't right when he began dictating when we could see each other." She stopped and shook her head, her face a mask of humiliation.
Ted watched her and his hands balled into fists at his sides. He could feel his anger slowly making its way to the surface. His bastard of a partner lied to him. He felt her eyes on him and he looked away. "I take it that's not the version you heard." she said in a strained voice.
He was on her in an instant, slamming her down on the mattress. He held her wrists tightly in his grasp. He brought his face down to within an inch of hers, his rancid, hot breath scalding her face. "He said you got drunk and fucked in the backseat of his car," he spat. He brought his hips down and ground them painfully against her body. He moved his lips down to her ear and growled, "He said you liked it hard and rough Sara. That you begged him to hurt you."
Sara body trembled in shock at his words. She turned her head and bit him on his chin as hard as she could. Blood filled her mouth as he screamed out in pain. His hands were on her throat before she could she catch her breath. He glared down at her with pure venom in his eyes.
"Liar!" she spat at him.
He released his hold on her throat and wiped at his chin, staring down at the blood on his fingers for a moment. 'Bitch," he hissed hotly.
"Liar," she shot back.
A smile made its way slowly across his harden features. He settled his weigh fully across her body and Sara groaned at the immense pressure across her stomach.
"What he told me Sara was that you were a gullible fool. He never planned on marrying you. He had a good thing going and didn't want to blow it. He had the perfect setup; a naïve fiancé willing to do what ever he wanted and the freedom to screw whoever he wanted when the desire arose. Everything was going great until you caught him in bed with that whore."
Sara recoil at his words and her face grew red with humiliation. The memory of finding Jason in her bed screwing her colleague from the lab came crashing back.
"What good old Jason didn't realize was that I was the one who sent you to your apartment that day. Remember? I told you he had a surprise for you. And I bet you were really surprised weren't you Sara?" Ted said with a satisfied grin. "Jason was getting a bit to cocky for his own good. He needed to be knocked off his high horse. And Sara you certainly did a damn good job taking him down. I'll never forget that day at headquarters when you blasted him in front of thirty people, slapped him soundly in his arrogant face and threw his engagement ring in the trash." he said with a laugh.
Ted wiped absently at his bloody chin with his fingers as his eyes settled on hers. "You redeemed yourself that day Sara. I knew I could forgive you for giving yourself to that prick. I knew I would be able to cleanse your soul of his filth. But you up and left without a warning Sara. You ran from your humiliating mistake. You ran before I got a chance to tell you I had forgiven you for your sins. You really pissed me off Sara." He stopped talking for a moment, his eyes glazing over recalling some distant memory.
His weigh across her body was becoming unbearable and she was having difficulty breathing. She squirmed underneath him and his dark, menacing eyes snapped to her scared brown ones. "Jason became unbearable after you left. I couldn't take his whining, so I killed him and made it look like a drive by shooting. No one questioned it. Stupid fools." He said smugly.
Sara's eyes widened in horror, "You killed him?" she gasped. He nodded slowly with a cocky grin on his face.
"I knew I needed to leave San Fran so I transferred to Reno for a few years, trying to get you out of my system. But none of the girls I chose ever satisfied me. They weren't you. When the time was right I transferred here and got to know you all over again Sara. You are the only one for me and now you're finally mine." he whispered huskily.
Sara tried to absorb everything he had said to her. Her mind was racing and her heart was beating erratically in her chest. Girls? Oh God how many had he killed? her mind screamed. "How many?" she heard herself ask in a small voice.
Ted leaned down close to her face and whispered, "How many what Sara? How many whores did I rape and kill? Or how many did I bring here to the cabin and torture for days on end, until their will for life gave out and I had to bury them out in the yard." He smiled at Sara's shocked face. "I stopped counting after 12," he said grimly.
Sara let out an outraged scream at his mocking coldness and slammed her fists into his body as she began to thrash wildly trying desperately to free herself. "You cold hearted bastard!" she screamed.
"I like it when you fight back Sara. It turns me on." he laughed with pleasure. His hands were on her breasts in an instant as she bucked helplessly underneath his massive body and her fingers frantically clawed at his face. She could feel a scream trapped deep in the back of her throat as the tears began to spill from her eyes. There was no one here to hear her or help her. She was alone. The realization settled over her slowly, numbing her completely.
He felt her body relax in defeat and he was angered that she would give up so easily. He brought his lips down hard onto hers, tasting his blood there. He ground his mouth savagely against hers, enjoying the sensation of her whimper of pain.
But suddenly with strength he didn't realize she possessed, she punched him in the side of the head and pushed his body off of hers. She sprang to her feet and kicked him in the head and then in the groin. With in a second, her hands were on the doorknob turning it and she was out the door, running for her life.
Ted groaned as he rolled over onto his knees and got to his feet. He wiped at the blood on his face with the back of his hand. Damn she had kicked him hard. A smile graced his face as he headed toward the door. This was the Sara he loved. He could feel the adrenaline beginning to pump threw his veins. God how he loved the chase but the capture was the ultimate thrill. And now that Sara was his prize he would savor the hunt and the conquest that much more.
As he stepped through the doorway the impact of a frying pan smashing into the side of his head sent him to his knees. The power of it crashing into his skull a second time sent him into utter darkness.
A sob escaped Sara's lips and her hands trembled violently as she dropped the pan to the floor. She knew she had little time to help herself. She ran her hands threw her sweat drenched hair and readied herself for what laid ahead of her. She needed to be strong and use her head. She had to start thinking clearly if she expected to make it out of this nightmare alive. It was time to prove to her self that she was not a helpless female but a tough, capable woman in control of her own destiny.
TBC
Sorry it was so short. Hope you liked it. It was hard getting back into writing this story. I apologize for it not being well written. I can only hope that the next chapter will get better. Please let me know what you think. Thanks.