Running

Jenniffer was scared and alone, she knew he was looking for her, she knew if he found her, hell would be paid. Jenniffer kept running, she had to find somewhere to hide! She was getting tired, not just mentally but also physically. She had been running away from him for so long she didn't even truly know if he was still following her. Jennnifer had stayed with friends for a few weeks here and there, but never stayed long, he was paying people to be her friends, to try and either get her killed or put in jail under pretense. It was nothing for him to drop a grand or more, just to torment her. She knew this, she knew it all too well when she ran away from him just months ago. and now her she was running down the street, no one to help her, running and alone. She came to a corner, and just to the left, a dinner was open! Yes! a public place, if he finds me here, someone can help, or at least she was hopeful. Jennifer ran as fast as she could to the doors of the establishment. When she got to the doors, she barely looked before entering. An action she would soon regret. She burst through the door, almost soon as she did that she was instantly filled with regret. How could she be so stupid? She should have known. Why would any eating establishment be open at this hour unless he was connected in some way, Sure enough, there was his right-hand goon. Jenniffer froze. Her eyes began to scan the room, that's when she realized, it had all been a cat and mouse game, she was the mouse and she couldn't escape. Jennifer turned to run back out the door but it was too late. His goons had her surrounded. She suddenly felt the cloth over her mouth, from behind her. She managed a little struggle, but the drug in the cloth knocked her out almost immediately. It all happened so fast, they had her now and there was no telling what he would have in store for her. Jennifer found herself almost welcoming the death that faced her, at least all the running and all the fear would be gone. She wouldn't have to deal with this any-more. The feeling of death became even more inviting. Little did she know, This was not her end.. yet.

Jennifer woke up about mid-afternoon, a little surprised to still be alive and yet filled with dread as far as to why she was still alive. Suddenly she realized she had been tied up, she was in a bed apparently in an old abandoned cabin. Knowing her husband, there wasn't a soul for miles to hear her scream. She laid there, waiting, quiet. Jennifer tried to stretch her ears to see if she heard him. Was he there? Was he coming? That's when the feeling in her body began to return, she was wearing nothing more than a man's t-shirt. panic tried to strike but she held on, she didn't want them to know she had awoken.

Minutes went by which seemed like an hour, Time was slowly ticking as she waited for her death, she was sure it would be slow and painful. Why else would he have gone through all this trouble? Her mind began to drift. Drift back to when they had first met. He was so charming and she was so young and stupid. God, she must have been stupid, to believe him to be anything but the evil monster she now knew him to be. She never thought to ask how he managed to make so much money. She knew he was a lawyer and foolishly believed that was where his earnings came from, although they did, for the most part, his earnings came from the deeds he committed for his real boss. She didn't think she had ever met him. She didn't think many wives did in whatever illegal business they were actually in. Most of the wives of these men asked no questions, they loved the money and didn't care where it came from, they saw what they wanted to see. She wondered why she had not been like them. Why did she have to be so curious? Now that she has some insight, she couldn't accept it. They knew it, and they found great pleasure in her fear. She only ran for about three months. He knew her every step. How did he know she had fled the state? She didn't know how he kept finding her, but he did and now she was half-naked tied to a bed in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. A tear fell down her cheek. She turned her head and faced the half boarded window. Sunlight across her face, through the cracks, she could see a dense tree line and what she assumed was a path leading up to the cabin. Jennifer let her mind go blank as she allowed her darkness and grief to consume her. At least it would be over soon, she hoped. Jennifer closed her eyes.

Inaudible voices began talking from another room, She couldn't make them out but she knew they were all men, four of them it sounded like. They spoke in low tones but she sensed they were going over the day's plans. She listened to their voices fade in and out, never really being able to pick up more than a word or two here and there. After an hour or so, it became quiet, Jennifer got tense for a moment, she half-opened her eyes thinking they might be coming into the room where they had left her. Instead, she heard the distinct sound of breakfast being prepared. She guessed it would be more pleasant to kill her on a full stomach. No one can focus properly when they are hungry. More time went by. Jennifer fell asleep for just a moment when she heard someone entering the room. "Hey, Bitch. Wake up." It was Greg, Her husband. She didn't know when he got there, but here he stood, staring down at her, eyes filled with hate.

As soon as her eyes were open and direct at him, he began to speak. "What were you thinking? Are you that stupid? Did you think I couldn't find you? At first, it was a fun little cat and mouse game, wasn't it? You run, I find you, teach you a little lesson and you pretend you get it, but then here we are again, aren't we? You must think you are so smart. Don't you? Don't you!?!?!!" He crashed his hands down on the bed on either side of her head as he leaned in. He got as close as he could to her face, paused as he looked into her eyes, and then he began to chuckle to himself. Shaking his head in a disapproving manner, he began to stand upright again. He started to turn away, still chuckling to himself than Suddenly he glanced over his shoulder shaking a finger at her. "You, are going to receive a little life lesson on how to pay for all the pain in my ass that you have caused me! By the way, Mark made breakfast, he should be bringing it shortly. He made your favorite, pancakes." With that said, he walked out of the room closing the door behind him. Jennifer didn't know at this point if it was ok to breathe, she had no clue what this crazy man had in store for her all she could do was wait.

Mark walked into the room about thirty minutes after Greg stepped out. He was holding a serving tray, had she not been tied to the bed and about to face her death, it would have been considered a beautiful spread. Stacked, buttered pancakes, Ihop style, side of bacon, and sausage. Fresh coffee, little flavored creamers, and a flower. the untensil's were of course plastic. He looked at her with arousal. She could almost feel him fucking her with his eyes. Jennifer cringed. Mark broke the silence after a moment of mental seducing her. "I made you a nice breakfast and I brought you your new leash." He set the tray down as he spoke, then he opened a pouch he had under his arm. it was a heavy-duty steel cable line with a padlock. He locked one end to a concrete link on the floor. Obviously, she was not the first person to die here. She suddenly got the sense she would be suffering her husband's torture longer than a day. He then put a chain from the other end around her neck and locked it in place. He reached in his pocket for his knife, then began cutting her free from the ropes. Jennifer knew better than to move. If she did, Mark would do something to her, far worse than death. She waited still as she could be until he was finished cutting her free. Mark folded his pocket knife, all the while staring at her. She couldn't feel more vulnerable. He knew he was making her uncomfortable and he enjoyed every second of it. "You can sit up." He said to her as he picked up the food tray. She obediently sat up in the bed and he placed it in front of her. "Enjoy." He snickered, turned, and left the room.

Jennifer looked at the plate of food in front of her, she could hear the clanking of real silverware on not paper plates as she had before her. Coffee in a styrofoam cup. Nothing in her possession to harm them. They knew she was trouble and she knew they were not throwing caution to the wind. Jennifer had no clue how long she had on this earth or in this place. She just knew she would give anything to be anywhere but there, wherever she was. She slowly began eating the food in front of her, she was beginning to think. She would rather die trying than die not trying. Jennifer didn't know just yet what she was about to do, but she knew she had to do something. She did know if anything she needed to stay cooperative and docile no matter what came her way. She looked at the cable that anchored her to her prison as she ate. She was listening to anything she could listen to. No one came back in the room until around lunchtime, then again at dinner. they gave her a pot to piss in and a tub of warm water to wash in. The next day was the same. and the next. A week went by and Jennifer wondered if her punishment was simply this, quiet torture. chained to the floor with no one. No one to miss her, no one but her husband to make up stories of her whereabouts.

Looking between the boarded-up window, Jennifer could see nothing but forest, thick dense forest, one evening she saw a deer outside, then she saw it hit the ground after a gunshot, hooting and hollering from her captors as they came and collected the deer's lifeless body. She assumed that to be tonight's dinner. Wrapping her arms around herself, she wondered how long this would go on, it had been spring but now it was getting hotter, the days longer. A month had labored by and she had no plan, either to live or die. Jennifer had been watching and waiting, she was hoping for some kind of clue, a way to escape Dead or alive. Just then the door to her room slung open, "Your husband just reported you having gone missing during your trip to Ireland with friends, mysterious how all three of you went missing." The messenger simpley chuckled and shut the door. Jennifer knew shit was about to get really serious. She knew it was coming one way or another. She still had no idea what was about to be her fate.

Dinner was brought to her, it was venison as she predicted, baked potato and cornbread. Jennifer ate her food. She tried not to let her nerves get to her, she wanted a clear mind. Later that night, Mark came with her bathwater, they had been giving her button-up shirts so they didn't have to remover her binds just so she could bathe. Mark stepped extremely close to her, looking at her as if he was hungry and she was the food. Jennifer knew not to move. She tried to look away but instead, he grabbed her face and made her look at him. He grabbed her with his other hand and pressed himself into her. "Awww, what's the matter darling? " He spoke slow and deliberate. "Your going to get a big surprise tomorrow, aren't you excited? I sure am." as he spoke he was grinding his dick into her. "Don't you like it? It sure likes you, do you feel it darlin'? Do you feel how hard I am right now?" Jennifer was cringing, she couldn't get out of his grasp, she knew he was about to rape her. She had known he wanted to by the way he would look at her, and now that she is missing in another country, he could do anything he liked. Was this to be her suffering? All because she found out things she shouldn't have known, and was stupid enough to take it to the authorities. As if once wasn't enough, she repeatedly tried to go against her husband. Now, look at her, about to be raped at the hands of her husband's goon. Just then, the door opened, it was one of the other men. "Boss says we gotta go." He then shut the door. Jennifer was left with Mark. "Looks like this will have to wait, darling." As he said this he pressed into her hard like he was in her and about to nut. He let out a groan, he let go of her by pushing her down to the bed, adjusted himself, and said " Don't you wait up." Laughing at his own sick humor he exited the room leaving Jennifer trembling in fear. That night she did not bathe, no one came in to force her as they had been, and she fell into a restless sleep.

The next day just after breakfast, Greg entered the room. " Hello Jennifer, how are you enjoying your new home? I'm sure you heard the news about your missing during a vacation with friends, so sad to hear about the three of you. Don"t you think?" As he spoke, he slowly paced in the room, pausing every now and again, as if presenting a business proposal. Greg went on. "I must say, I am so surprised, you have been so well behaved. Why couldn't you act like this before? All you had to do was shut up and play along. But you refused, and now we are here. Does this make sense? I can tell you, it's too late now, you could have fixed this so long ago, but you decided to make trouble." Jennifer knew not to say a word, she didn't even want to breathe. He was being so calm it was frightening. "The real question is-" He continued, "-and I'm sure you are curious about the same. How long will this last? Well, my dear, I haven't decided that yet. I also haven't figured out the details just yet, but I'm sure it will be tons of fun. For me and the guys anyway, for you not so much." As he said this, he clasped his hands together as if to give an I'm so excited performance.

After Greg left the room, Jennifer knew it was coming closer, he was about to bring down her punishment. Later on that evening Mark came back, He entered the room taking his clothes off. Jennifer begged. "Please Mark, no please, don't!!" But that was not going to stop him, he had waited long enough, he was going to fuck her hard as he wanted. He approached her, grabbing the cable that was chained to her neck he forced her down. Jennifer, crying, she continued to plea with Mark. It was no use, he held her down and plowed into her. As the brutal rape continued, Greg came in, he smiled and said, "Are we having fun yet?" Laughing aloud and as he left the room he yelled back over her screams and cries "Save some for the rest of the guy's Mark!" Then, He shut the door, showing his true cold heart for her. Jennifer's cries became sobs. They took turns raping her that night, and the next. On the third night, they removed her binds and she fought to get out of the room, and out of that cabin. She didn't know how she made it, It all happened so fast! Now, she was running for her life, in the woods, no idea where to go, where to hide. She ran as fast as she could. When she finally stopped, she noticed she didn't hear them calling after her anymore.

Jennifer woke up under a rock den behind a tree she had found late that night. She didn't think about what had happened, she just wanted to get far away as she could, as fast as she could. It seemed quiet, no men shouting. Had they given up? It seemed strange that she heard nothing, but she needed to push on and try. She made it this far, right? But something didn't feel right about the way it all went down. Jennifer walked for the entire day, it seemed she was really deep in the forest and she was hungry and in need of some water. Jennifer walked clean into the night, finding nothing but more forest. She was tired and hurting and decided to rest for a minute. She needed to get her bearings. Jennifer fell asleep leaning against a tree trunk, She dreamt of her life before her husband, she was young, full of life. Jennifer was known to be one of the prettiest girls in her college. In high school, voted most likely to succeed. Who would have thought her life would come to this.

The next morning she was awoken by Greg standing over her. She startled and tried to scramble to her feet, but he pushed her down holding a shotgun in her face, he smiled and said, "Now what kind of a hunt is this? You really suck at this game babe. Now, we released the pray, which is you. You run and hide, we find you, you die. Can you not do anything right?" Just then she heard the four other men laugh, she looked around at them, all holding shotguns and riffles. She muttered, "You're hunting me?" Jennifer almost couldn't believe what she just heard. "Yes!" Greg replied, "I knew you were a stupid bitch but damn!" The men all laughed. "Now, get up and run stupid cunt!!" Jennifer didn't know what to do. Greg yelled at her again. "Run! You fucking bitch!!" She could see the hatred in his eyes, he was a cold-blooded killer, her husband, the man her family left her too. To love and to cherish. To have and to hold. It all meant nothing. She got to her feet quickly. "Run!!!!!!!" He shouted and fired his gun. She took off running, hearing their taunting laughter behind her. They yelled, "Run little rabbit! Run!!"

Jennifer ran as fast as she could, she could hear them shooting randomly. She found what looked to be another hollowed-out animal den and hid inside. Thinking she would be safe for now. She found this den had an exit as well as the hole she used as an entrance, she tucked herself in the very middle and prayed they did not find her. Suddenly smoke filled the hole she was hiding in, she wasn't sure how to get out, She began to feel like a fox being hunted by the hunter, and that was the point. That was how they intended her to feel. She thought about just giving up and letting them burn her in that hole. Then she thought she could use the hidden exit to get out, she made her way to the other side, when she got there, she thought no one seen her escape, she couldn't have been more wrong, as she came out of the hole, she was met by a cliff, one shot to the back and she found herself falling, falling and dying, she was finally free from Greg, she was free from running. as her body bounced off the rock cliff while she fell to her death, she couldn't help but finally feeling free.