Title: Caribbean Nights
Part: 12/15
Author: Wendy
Category: 98º
Rating: PG-13
Copyright: 1999
"So, tell me, what are you going to do with me?" Wendy asked. "What can you possibly gain from kidnapping me?"
"Well, now I have the upper hand and I won’t release you until they drop the charges on me," Pete said.
"Do you really expect that to happen? You will go to prison for kidnapping me."
"You’re wrong!" he yelled. "And if you don’t stop asking me these damn questions, you’ll be dead, just like dear Courtney."
"Ha! So you admit it! You did kill her! Why? Why would you ever do something like that?"
"She deserved it and she knew it the moment she cheated on me with that jock at her school. Now you know what will happen to you if you ever lie to me," Pete said coldly and left Wendy there all by herself.
‘I can’t be his next victim. I have to see Drew again,’ Wendy thought.
~*~*~At the summerhouse~*~*~
Drew had called the police about the phone call from Pete. They said that there wouldn’t be a way to trace the phone call if Pete called from a cellular phone. However, they did arrive to set up the equipment just in case a call was to be made at a pay phone. Everyone was taught to be on the phone for over 60 seconds in order for the call to be traced.
The police left after the entire system was set up and everyone sat in the screaming silence. Drew got up and started to pace the room. The next couple of hours went by slower than ever. They all just sat around waiting for another phone call from Pete.
~*~*~At the warehouse~*~*~
"Where are you? Where are you?" Wendy mumbled quietly to herself.
She couldn’t stand another moment strapped in the filthy warehouse. All she could think about was Drew and all of her friends. She wanted someone to rescue her, and fast.
Behind the chair, Wendy was trying to loosen the rope that held her wrists tightly together. The friction caused by the repeated action of the rope was beginning to cause Wendy’s wrists to lacerate. Blood was starting to run down to her fingertips. However, nothing else was on Wendy’s mind except for escaping the terror she was experiencing at the warehouse.
For the next hour, Wendy was trying to get loose. The rope was slowly deteriorating and a part of the rope finally detached from the other side.
Once Wendy was loose, she rotated her shoulder because it was a pain to keep her shoulders back for such a long time. Then she looked down at her wrists and realized that there were many cuts on them. Blood was smeared all over her arms and hands.
"I have to get out of here now," Wendy said to herself.
She got up from the chair and headed to the door of the warehouse.
‘This has better not be locked,’ she thought to herself as she ran toward the door.
As she was about to push it, the door swung open and there stood Pete right in front of her face.
"What do we have here?" Pete exclaimed devilishly.
Wendy started to curse under her breath at Pete and rolled her eyes. She was so close to getting back to her friends.
"Are you trying to run away? We can’t have that now, can we?" Pete grabbed Wendy’s arm forcefully and brought her back to the wooden chair that she had been sitting in ever since Pete had kidnapped her.
Once she sat down, he hit her across her cheek with all his might and her cheek turned bright red from the impact of it. Then her cheek started to burn and she touched it carefully.
"You will never, never do that again, do you understand me?" Pete yelled at her.
A tear ran down Wendy’s cheek, but she wiped it away quickly and tried to be as strong as she could be.
"If that happens again, I will make sure that I will be the last person that you’ll ever see," he continued in a loud voice.
Wendy stared at Pete, trying to think of something to do, to get as far away from him as possible. Suddenly, she jerked her knee up and hit Pete in the groin area. He fell backwards and she started to run away. Quickly, he got up and ran after her. He sped up and caught up to her around the door. As soon as he grabbed her waist, they both went flying to the ground at the same time, with Pete landing right on top of Wendy.
"That’s it!" he screamed and ripped off Wendy’s tanktop.
"No!!" Wendy screamed on top of her lungs.
Pete took off his pants and took off all of Wendy’s clothes.
"Please don’t do this!" she started to cry as she laid there helplessly with Pete on top of her.
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