Jamie Begley - Tainted

The sound of the door opening barely registered in her cloudy mind. She was no longer able to wonder about or be afraid of who was entering the room. Sawyer felt completely detached from her body. A body that was unable to respond to her commands.

The stray strand of hair that had fallen across her eyes had become an irritant, but she had been unable to raise her hand to brush it away.

Someone would come every so often and carry her limp body to the bathroom and order her to use the toilet. She had been shamed to the core of her soul to have to use it in front of the man watching from the doorway. He hadn’t even bothered to shut the door, leaving it open so that anyone passing by could see within the room.

Her full bladder had her wishing someone would come soon; even the humiliating experience was better than suffering with the basic desire to relieve herself. So far, she had managed not to wet herself, but she didn’t know how much longer before that humiliation would happen.

The light coming on in the room had her jerking involuntary; the pain in her eyes from the light was like shards of glass. A low whimper escaped her dry mouth.

“Shut the fuck up,” the hateful voicesaid from the foot of the cot she was handcuffed to.

Sawyer felt movement next to her as the man brushed against her cot before he leaned over the cot next to hers. She hadn’t been able to make out the woman handcuffed to the cot next to her, or the other women in the room. All she heard was their crying in the dark. Several of them called out in their terror for their family. Sawyer knew because she had awoken several times herself, crying a name. It was the same name every time she had awoken to the discovery she had been kidnapped.

Vida.

She was the only family she had left, and they weren’t even related by blood. They were friends who had grown up together, becoming as close as sisters. They even shared a rundown apartment in the same neighborhood that they had grown up in, in Queen City, Texas.

Sawyer finally managed to turn her head, seeing the man who had taken her to the bathroom, going from cot to cot, turning the women so he could look at them.

“Dammit to hell! Get your ass in here!”

“What are you yelling for?”

“You left marks on every fucking one of them! I told you not to leave marks! What in the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

“What does it matter?” The sullen voice roused Sawyer from falling back asleep, but the pain in her bladder needed to be relieved.

“Redman’s a woman short. One got sick, vomiting everywhere. We can’t have them puking while someone’s trying to fuck them.”

“What are we supposed to do?”

“We were supposed to send one of these cunts, but you’ve got them so bruised up we can’t send any of them. Briggs is going to kick your ass.”

“He doesn’t have to know. There has to be one in here that’s not marked.”

“I’ve looked at every fucking one of them asswipe. What are you going to do?”

“Me?” Tommy’s voice had an edge of fear. Sawyer felt a spurt of satisfaction.

“Yeah, you.”

Sawyer drifted away again, but the cramp in her belly woke her back up.

“Please, I need to use the restroom,” she moaned.

“I told you to shut up!”

“I have to go.” Sawyer began crying. If they didn’t take her, she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer, and she couldn’t bear the humiliation of peeing on herself.

“Dammit.”

Sawyer felt the metal cuff around her wrist open, and then her wrist fell numbly by her side. A rough hand jerked her up, half-carrying and half-dragging her across the tiled floor. Pushing her into the bathroom, he stood in the doorway, watching as she fumbled with the sweatpants she had woken up wearing.

“She doesn’t have a mark on her,” Tommy said.

“We can’t send her. Briggs said Digger has plans for her.”

“How long does Redman need the woman for his client?”

“Just for tonight.”

“Digger doesn’t even have to know.”

“She’s not even trained yet.”

“We’ll give her another dose. It’ll keep her quiet. She doesn’t have to be trained to fuck; she just has to keep her legs open.” Both men laughed as she finished, almost falling over while pulling up her sweatpants.

“Get her dressed then. I’ll call Redman and tell him she’ll be ready in thirty.”

“How’s everything going on the road?” Grace asked.

“Couldn’t be better,” Kaden answered, absently stroking the back of one of the women in bed with him. After the concert, he had picked two from the mass of followers, who trailed after them from concert to concert, hoping for the chance to come into contact with the band members.

Silence met his response. Kaden rolled to his back as the other fan crawled between his legs, stroking his dick. His hand went to her hair as his hips lifted, putting his cock into her experienced mouth.

“Kaden, I’m staying with Mom while James looks for a job in Nashville. Why don’t you sneak away for a few days between concerts? It’s been awhile since you’ve seen Abby and Adam; they’re getting older. I want them to get to know you better. You haven’t seen them for six months. Mom misses you…” As usual, when his sister talked, she didn’t pause for breath.

“Can’t right now. Too busy. Maybe in a few months. I have a week off for Thanksgiving; me and Tatiana will come for a visit.” Kaden let his hands go to the other woman’s breast as the other one sucked his dick.

“Oh, okay.”

He ignored the disappointment in her voice.

“I have to go, Grace, someone’s calling my name. Tell Mom I said, hi.” Kaden hung up the phone before his sister was even able to say goodbye.

The axe swung down, breaking the log cleanly as the two pieces fell to the side of the stump. Kaden bent down, picking up another log and placing it on the stump. Lifting the axe, he swung down, using all his strength. Again, the log split into pieces. Over and over, Kaden repeated the process until there were only a few pieces left to split. As he chopped, he heard the steps approach from behind him and then paused as a familiar, sardonic voice rang out in the silence of the yard. “I think you have enough wood, Kaden.”

Kaden stiffened, but didn’t stop chopping the wood until he had finished the remaining logs. Breathing heavily, sweat dripped off him and soaked the thin t-shirt he was wearing.

“What do you want, R.J.?”

R.J. moved to pick up a few of the logs that Kaden had split, carrying them to the woodpile against the cabin.

“We need to talk,” R.J. said, bending down to pick up more wood.

“You’re going to ruin that expensive suit.”

R.J. shrugged as he stacked the wood neatly. Together they worked in silence, stacking the wood. When they finished, Kaden went inside the cabin without a word. R.J. followed behind, taking a seat at the table after washing his hands at the sink.

Kaden ignored him as he picked up the coffee cup he had left sitting on the counter. He took another from the cabinet, pouring both cups to the brim with coffee and then carried them to the table. He sat one down in front of R.J. before taking a seat for himself.

“What do you want, R.J.?”

“Jesse’s been hurt in a car accident.” R.J. winced at the first taste of the strong coffee.

“How bad?”

“Two broken ribs, fractured arm and a broken leg.”

“That sucks for you, doesn’t it, with the new tour starting?”

“How did you know about the tour starting?”

“Ax,” Kaden answered, finishing his coffee and then getting up to put his cup in the sink.

“I can’t say I’m surprised he’s the only one you kept in contact with, but it would’ve been nice him telling me a week ago, instead of letting me go to three different states looking for you.” R.J. didn’t try to hide his frustration.

“That’s why I kept in touch with him; he was the only one in the band who knew how to keep his mouth shut.” Kaden’s harsh voice had R.J. wincing as his words rang home.

When R.J. would have spoken again, Kaden cut him off. “Get to the point. What do you want, R.J.?”

“I need you to take over for Jesse. You’re the only one who could bring in the revenue that Jesse would have.”

Kaden couldn’t help himself from laughing in his former tour manager’s face.

“Prop Jesse up on a stool if you have to, but there is no way in hell I’m stepping back on a stage.”

“Jesse already spent his advance on concert sales, so unless he can pay back the advance, he’s going to lose his home. Ax isn’t in much better shape; his child support payments have been taking a large chunk of his money. If he has to pay back the advance, then that new recording studio he’s so proud of, is going to close before a record could even be produced. D-mon can’t —”

“Stop, R.J. I can see where this is headed. You should know by now that I haven’t got a sympathetic bone left in my body. If that’s the best you’ve got, I have things to do.”

“I didn’t want to do this, Kaden, but I will if I have to. I won’t let the band suffer because you’ve buried yourself in grief.”

“Shut up, R.J., and get out. We’re done talking.”

“I’ll send the press the tapes,” R.J. threatened.

Kaden lost it. Taking a step forward, he jerked R.J. to his feet and then slung him toward the door.