After everything Ive gone through now this. This bitch might be dead already in my back seat, and how the hell can that bring money. Im beat up bleeding and out of breath but I still smile at the stroke of luck I had in nabbing Carey Mitchell. Id decided to put my plan into action and took a drive around the record company since this morning, when I went back to my house to get a few more things police officers where parked and waiting. Thank God no one knows this car and the windows are tinted, there were so many detective cars around the area youd a thought I was a terrorist. Compliments of C&J records I presumed. Theyd apparently found out Id downloaded some company music logs already and now Im sure would be arresting me on site. My plan had to go into action so much sooner that Id imagined. I was aiming for the end of the week but as I drove by the record company I saw the perfect opportunity awaiting me. There parked in full view for all the world to see was the unmistakable, candy read beamer with signature plates CAREYON. It was now or never and damn it. It was now. I grabbed that heifer right in front of the building. She hadnt even made it in yet, all decked out like she was an executive or something. I guess this was one of her days to make daddy think she was legitimately trying to start a career or something, because her usual dress was nothing of this sort. I didnt care, I had her and I would use her to do serious damage to her daddys heart and his pocket book. I was in serious trouble now and had to think quickly and carefully to figure this out to my advantage. I opened the back seat to find her breathing but nasty as hell covered in her own vomit. She was alive but unconscious so threw her over my shoulder and brought her in. I handcuffed her tied her ankles and locked her in the bedroom. I was glad Id added the two extra deadbolts for better security. Best thing about this loft was that there was only one way in one way out and no windows upstairs, perfect once I changed the locks and made a few enhancements. No chance of anyone finding me here. I had also equipped the room with an intercom system, so I could communicate with the Diva. I decided to take a shower and change my clothes, even a Divas vomit stank. I was just getting out of the shower when I heard the faint cries of help, from the intercom box. At first it scared me but then I quickly realized that sleeping beauty had awakened. It must have scarred the hell out of her when I screamed right back at her, and told her to shut the fuck up or Id blow here brains out because the yelling quickly ceased. I fixed her a sandwich and got an old dress one of my hooker friends had left one night. I loaded my 45 semi-automatic equipped with a silencer and announced that it was accompanying me as I opened the door. The diva was still handcuffed and ankles secured lying on the bed face down, just how I left her in case she threw up again. I placed a rubber mask over my entire head so she couldnt see me. As soon as the door flung open her head turned towards me, her eyes were petrified, wild and tearful, but she said nothing. I expected all kinds of crude words from her, but to my surprise she said nothing. For about five minutes the room was quiet. Are you hungry? I managed to say in a high pitch to disguise my voice. Dirty, is all she said and nothing more. Didnt ask who, what, why, just said she was dirty. Ill let you clean up and then back in the cuffs do you understand. She just shook the cuffs on her hands. Clothes and a towel please. Please, what the hell was going on. She wasnt nice but this was in no way the response I had prepared for. Showers that way, kinda small one in here, sorry about that, Im sure its not what youre used too. She never answered as I removed the cuffs, she just looked at the mask and began to hop in the direction of the shower. She never even asked that I untie the ankle ropes. As I locked the door to go and retrieve the other items she needed, this all felt so strange. I never realized how much like Charles she acted. This kid had a lot of Charles character. Id met Carey so many times and remembered her as Vivian to a tee, never had she been quiet or patient. What had I missed somehow? I returned to hear the water beating up against the cheap little plastic shower curtain, I left everything on the bed for her, even the sandwich, chips and a soda. I couldnt bring myself to even try and steal a look, after all she was just like my daughter too. I made a vow to Vivian right then and there, I wont hurt or disrespect her any more than I have already. Id concentrate on hurting the one I was really after and that was Charles. As I heard the shower stop, I got up grabbed the clothes and reached inside the bathroom to lay them on the small toilet. Get this on now, I demanded. Once again I scared the hell out of her as she jumped and almost fell out of the shower on her ass, because her feet were bound. There were little swinging doors to the upstairs shower and toilet but not complete privacy. I could hear the sniffles from inside the shower and my heart sunk. I had memories with this kid that even she didnt know. I had to keep up the momentum of this plan so unfortunately, Id have to terrorize her one last time today to get the video tape Id need to send to Charles. I had everything prepared in the room the camera the video tape and all. Im finished is all she said in a barely audible tone. I turned because I could hear the thudding sounds from her hopping across the floor. She stopped when she saw the camera equipment and I swear her legs looked wobbly. She just plopped down on the bed and hung her head. I grabbed her hands placed them behind her and once again, put the cuffs on. She wouldnt look at my face. It was so eerie, her silence, it was as if she had been used to accepting whatever hand life dealt her and just prepared herself to get through the next phase however possible. She did seem relieved when I helped her stand and then placed her in a chair. She grimaced as the bright lights hit her eyes, and looked at my mask face with so many questions in her swollen and tearfilled eyes. She never told me what I already knew, and the lights made her eyes sting like hell. Her hair was a mess and faced was puffy from crying. I let the tape roll long enough for me to get a good picture of her face, so Charles would beyond any reasonable doubt know it was her. I helped her up and placed her back on the bed. Excuse me she said, is there anyway I could get you to undo my hands and feet, this makes it awfully hard to use the restroom. I was surprised at how calmly she spoke. I used my high pitch voice again and answered. I decided I would, but on my terms. When I leave you back up to the door and I will unlock the cuffs, I said. If you can get the ropes off, you can have your legs free, I wont help with that. The first sign of anything funny and Ill choke the life out of you. Understand. That was the extent of our conversation the first day. I left her laying face down as I got my equipment out of the room, her eyes were closed. I announced it was time for her to back up to the door, if she wanted her hands free. Her eyes quickly opened as I snatched her feather light body up in one swoop and she landed on her feet. I walked toward the door and said okay and she started to hop backwards. The dress hanging off of her like a big moo, moo. I truly felt sorry for her but decided she was lucky it was me who had her not some real evil, sick, sexual fucker. I unlocked the cuffs and pushed her back into the room. As the first lock secured the room, I heard her body hit the floor as she cried out in pain. Thats when the tears came, for a few minutes she cried so hard, I did too. She on one side of the door out of confusion and pain, me on the other out of the same. How the hell did all this shit happen. All I ever wanted was Charles love and friendship. He was my idol, and everything Id always wanted to be. There was no one else in the world I valued more and now he had wouldnt even talk to me. If I couldnt be happy then neither would he.