Chapter Thirty Five

Payton’s panic was becoming closer to terror as Brisson cut off the last button of her blouse. He slowly opened her the sides of her shirt revealing her creamy lace bra and goose bumps broke out over her torso, not just from the chill in the room.  He grazed the point of the knife across her skin from her belly button to the front clasp of her bra.  Payton squirmed, but he only pushed the blade harder against her skin.

“Hush now, Payton, it’s not like I haven’t seen it before,” he said laughing as her eyes got wide. “You should really close the curtains when you and Mr. Perfect get it on.”

With this, he slid the knife under her bra and sliced it open.  Payton screamed and tried to raise her knees against him.  Her attempt was unsuccessful.  He leaned in over her and sneered at her.

“Such lovely … skin,” he hissed.  He traced the curve of her left breast with the tip of the knife.  The goose bumps on her skin redoubled in response to the cold blade and the terror that was stealing over her.

“No, please, don’t,” she whimpered. 

“Don’t worry, my dear. I would not damaged such beauty, not yet anyway.  First, we’re gonna have a little … fun.”  He lay the knife by her side and smothered her breasts with both palms, kneading and pinching her nipple hard.  Payton couldn’t stop screaming. The tears streamed down her face as she struggled in vain to get away from him.  Suddenly, he slapped her hard across the face.  She was shocked into silence.

“That’s better, be quiet now, or I’ll have to gag you.”

“You shut up, you son of a bitch! Keep your hands off me,” she cried and took advantage of his proximity to spit in his face.

He slowly wiped the spittle from his cheek. She watched the rage building in face, just before he hit her full force in the mouth and the room began to swim.  As she struggled to keep her senses, he got up from the bed and crossed to the side table. He pulled a roll of duct tape from the drawer.  She shook the fog from her head and tried to scream again. He quickly smothered her mouth with a length of the tape. He tossed the rest of the roll across the room and climbed on top of the bed again.

“That’s really too bad,” he hissed. “Such nasty words should not come out of such a pretty mouth.  A mouth so lovely is for other things, my dear.”

He leaned over her and licked his lips.  Payton raised her head with force and caught him in the mouth.  She dropped her head back down on the bed seeing stars herself.  Brisson cried out and sat back dazed.  He shook his head and raised his hand.  His backhand caught her across the right cheek and she saw only black for a few seconds.  He moved from the bed and went off to the kitchen. Her tears flowed in a steady stream and she her sobs were muffled against the tape. 

“You should not have done that,” he said threateningly.  “I’ve had enough now. No more Mr. Nice Guy.”

He threw the towel he had used to blot the blood from his lip forcefully on the floor and crossed back to the bed.  At that moment, his cell phone rang.  She could see the hesitation on his face.  She could see he was ready to hurt her, but the call was part of the plan. The plan just might save her.

He pulled out his phone, saw the caller ID and smiled wildly at her with eyes wide.  He put his finger to his lips and shushed her, as if she could make a noise if she wanted to.

He pushed the answer button.

“Hello, Sidney.  What can I do for you?”