Free Secretly Seduced: The Interview Series Book One by L.E. White Page B

Stacy giving Portia a kiss before leaving.
     
    ***
       
         “There’s a piece of paper for you
in the glove box,” said Mike as soon as Stacy climbed in his car.  He’d
snapped the laptop shut and slipped it under his seat when he saw Stacy leave
her dorm room.
         “You’re parked in a handicap
space,” said Stacy.
         “Yeah, like I give a fuck.”
          “What is it?’ asked Stacy
opening the compartment.  There were only two things inside other than the
owner’s manual. One was a non-descript rectangular object the size of a brick
wrapped in plastic.  There was a single sheet of white paper under it.
         Stacy reached for the plastic brick
picking it up so she could remove the paper underneath.  She placed the
brick back in the glove box as she unfolded the paper.  She was surprised
when Mike unexpectedly reached over, key in hand, to lock the glove box.
          “What was all that about,”
asked Stacy?
          “Proving to you what a stupid
cunt you are.  I now have your fingerprints on a kilogram of China White
heroin.  Anything over an ounce qualifies you as a dealer in
Massachusetts.  Dealers get a mandatory fifteen to twenty five years,”
said Mike.
         “You motherfucker, give me that
key,” screamed Stacy throwing herself at Mike with arms flailing.
         Stacy landed several glancing blows
before Mike grabbed her by the throat, pushed her back against the door and
slammed his fist into her mid section.  She felt her diaphragm snap in the
wrong direction as every molecule of air exited her lungs.  Stacy was
desperately trying to breathe when Mike’s hand embedded itself in her hair
forcing her head upright.  He landed an open palm slap to the side of
Stacy’s face snapping her head around, spraying bloody spit across the
windshield.  Another slap quickly followed on the opposite side of her
face.  Stacy tasted blood.  The blows left Stacy stunned with a
bleeding lip.  Her face was on fire and her ears were ringing.
         But Mike wasn’t finished. 
Stacy realized she should have followed Portia’s advice.
         Helpless, she was unable to stop
Mike form lifting up her tee shirt exposing her braless breasts. There’d been
no time to put on underwear.  Almost instantly, she felt a pain so
horrible in her left breast she screamed in agony.  When she looked down,
a pair of pliers was crushing her nipple.  Stacy had never felt such pain
as the grooved metal surface compacted her tender flesh the width of a
nickel.  Stacy lost control at that point grabbing Mike’s wrist and
screaming hysterically.
         Mike moved the pliers back and
forth pulling a pleading Stacy across the bench seat.  Both her hands were
wrapped around Mike’s attempting to remove the instrument causing her agonizing
pain.
         “Please take it off,” begged Stacy
her eyes full of tears.
         “Next time, you take a swing at me;
I’m going to take you to a crack house on Mass Avenue and handcuff you to a bed
and leave you there for the druggies and creeps.  I guarantee you if you
survive, you’ll have every STD known to medical science including AIDS,” said
Mike twisting the pliers causing Stacy to shriek in pain.
         “I’m sorry.  I’ll do whatever
you want.  Just take it off,” pleaded a totally desperate Stacy.
         “Say please and apologize.”
         “Please, Mike, I’m sorry I hit
you.  I’ll do anything you want.  I can’t stand the pain,” said Stacy
her brain numbed by the agony she was experiencing.
         Stacy’s hand went immediately to
her injured breast the moment Mike released the pliers.
         “That was stupid.  You better
smarten up,” said Mike.  “Now, look at the paper.”
          Stacy picked the single sheet
of paper off the car floor and unfolded it.  It was a list of names and
addresses of her parents, aunts, uncles, and even her grandfather.  She