Don't Look Behind - Part Deux

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Don't Look Behind - Part Deux

CHAPTER 1:

Crrrchhh sqwak.

“Control, come in. This is Captain Jacqueline Sparrow. I need backup and an ambulance to be sent to the following address.  18 Creek Street, Lonely Lane. I have one person down and a victim of an attempted rape.”

Jacqueline returns to Shevaun’s side. “Are you feeling okay?” Shevaun nods her head. Jacqueline wraps a blanket around Shevaun and holds her tight. “Everything's going to be all right.”

3 months later.

Shevaun and Jacqueline are good friends, meeting up every week.  Shevaun has finally gotten over the fear of her near-rape.

One night, Shevaun is due to meet Jacqueline. However, Jacqueline has to cancel. Shevaun sits in her drawing room alone.

She feels a chill run down her spine. She gets up and looks around the house. Visions of that dreadful night not so long ago begin flooding back. She reaches for her mobile and then decides against it. She walks to the windows and looks outside. The moonlight bathes the surroundings in hues of silver. She decides to go for a dip in her pool.

She walks out onto the pool deck and strips down. The cold wind sweeps across her. She dips her toes into the water and checks the temperature. She smiles, glad that she decided to fix a temperature control in the pool. She slowly slips into the still water.

She submerges herself in the water before resurfacing and letting the water trickle off her. She savours the feeling of the warm water caressing her body. Taking a deep breath, she then slips underwater again and starts swimming.

In the eerie darkness, a shadow creeps around near the bushes surrounding the pool. As Shevaun stops moving, the shadow stops moving. Shevaun leans back against the wall of the pool. With a start, she notices the shadow that she knew wasn't there earlier. She turns toward it just as the shadow moves towards her. She opens her mouth to scream.

CHAPTER 2:

Just then the figure steps out of the dark. A hint of metal reflects the light of the pool. Shevaun starts screaming.

"Relax, it's just me." Jacqueline steps out from the darkness. "Woman, you need to get some lights out here. I got the shivers walking to your pool.” Shevaun relaxes, breathing deeply. "What the hell were you doing creeping around here in the first place?" Jacqueline kicks off her stilettos and says, "Try walking in these damn things", flashing Shevaun a cheeky grin.

Jacqueline moves to the edge of the pool, letting her dress fall to the ground. Shevaun looks up at Jacqueline, noticing her curves. Jacqueline slips gracefully into the water next to Shevaun. Her hand gently grazes Shevaun.

Shevaun feels a jolt run through her body. Jacqueline smiles at Shevaun before slowly swimming away in easy strokes that barely create a ripple in the silvery water.  Shevaun follows Jacqueline slowly. After swimming for a while, Shevaun and Jacqueline step out of the pool. Jacqueline turns to Shevaun. Shevaun, a trifle shy and self-conscious now, wraps a deck towel around herself.

 Jacqueline breaks the silence. “Shevaun, you look great.” Shevaun begins to blush and replies, "You are in good shape too.”  They look at each other, breaking into a nervous giggle. Donning towels, the two women start heading back into the house.

Suddenly, a dark figure steps out into the light, striking Jacqueline on the head with something and knocking her out. The figure then strikes at Shevaun, who tries to duck. The blow catches her on the side of the head, making her feel groggy. She stumbles and falls to the ground.

CHAPTER 3:

Shevaun feels her legs buckle under her and she falls on her knees. Just as her eyes start to close, she sees the shadow standing over her take out a shiny object. Her eyes close.

When she awakens, Shevaun sees the roof of her room. She looks around. She feels a sudden pain run through her head. She hears a voice nearby. A face appears in front of her - a huge grin beginning to stretch across it. Once Shevaun's head clears, she realizes it is Jacqueline.

"Jackie, what happened?" asks a bewildered Shevaun. "You got hit on the head by an attacker, " replies Jacqueline.  Shevaun shakes her head. "I remember you falling down. What happened after? How did I get to my room?"

"Well, Shevaun, I  regained consciousness just in time to see the man take his knife out to slit your throat. I managed to get up and stop him. We ended up in a fight."

"Oh, Jacqueline, what's that on your arm?" inquires Shevaun.

"Ah, it’s nothing. Just a cut I got during the scuffle," replies Jacqueline.

"Where's the guy now?" questions Shevaun.

"Didn’t end good for him."

"Oh, Jacqueline, I'm sorry I'm getting myself into all these sticky situations."

"I think I'm your guardian angel. That's twice that I've saved you."

"Yeah, that's true." Shevaun props herself up on her elbows, looks at Jacqueline and grins widely. "My hero," she says, batting her eyelids dramatically.

CHAPTER 4

A few months later.

Shevaun and Jacqueline are driving down a dark and lonely road. Suddenly, Jacqueline slams on the brakes, bringing the car skidding to a halt - there is a car parked across the road.

As the two women approach the parked car hesitantly, they hear a sound and Shevaun moves closer to Jacqueline.
A ferocious growl rips through the silence and the two women jump.

A shadow rushes towards them. Before either woman can react, they see a huge Rottweiler charging at them out of the darkness.

Jacqueline instinctively reaches for her gun. “Damn it,” she shouts. “I left my damn gun in the car.”

The beast charges at them, frothing at the mouth. Just as it leans back to pounce on the women, who are frozen with fear, a low hum is heard and the dog turns away.

The women look at the dog in wonder. Jacqueline finally snaps out of her trance and reaches for her gun through the car’s open window. The dog turns back at them and growls.
Jacqueline turns around and points the gun at the dog. The dog growls again. At the same time, they hear a sound from behind the other car. Jacqueline moves her gun towards the shadow that comes out from behind the car.

“Caesar, back off,” grunts the shadow, before adding, “Hey lady, put the gun away please.”

Jacqueline doesn't flinch. “Who and what the hell are you doing in the middle of nowhere like this?”

“I was actually driving up to see your friend over there when my car skidded,” replies the shadow as he steps into the light to reveal his face. The light reveals a well-built man, around six-feet tall. He looks like an army man.

“Mwabanga! It can't be you. After all these years?” screams Shevaun. She runs up to him and throws herself into his open arms, kissing him.

Jacqueline looks at them, confusion writ large on her face. The dog walks up to her , sits down and looks up at her. She glances down at it and says, “Don't look at me. I'm equally zapped.”

Shevaun draws herself away from Mwabanga and turns to Jacqueline. “Jackie. This is Mwabanga. Zothanmawii Noel Mwabanga.”

Jacqueline raises an eyebrow. “That says a lot.”
Shevaun smiles broadly as she turns towards Mwabanga. “Mwabanga is my Kenyan lover. I haven't seen him for years as he had to go back to his family.”

Mwabanga walks up to Shevaun, lifts her up and holds her tight.

Shevaun looks at Jacqueline. Jacqueline sees the look in Shevaun's eyes. She knows that Shevaun’s safe at last.Jacqueline waves, turns around and gets into the car.

She starts her car and watches Shevaun climb into the other car. She stays and watches as the car drives away until the tail lights disappear around the bend. She turns her car around, and heads back home. She looks in the review mirror and smiles.

Drugs, A Girl and A Scam

CHAPTER 1

At the cargo area of the Chennai International Airport, a young petite and pretty red head girl sits on a hard wooden chair placed near the loading bay. She runs her hand through her shoulder length hair and then traces the path of a sweat drop down her nose. The irritation shows on her face. The red haired girl looks at her watch and then pushes her hair over her ears and plays with the necklace she is wearing. She has been waiting for half an hour and is now getting flustered with the wait.

Suddenly from out of nowhere a thin tall man in a black suit walks up to her and starts talking to her.

‘Excuse me ma’am but are you Miss Fauxpas? Miss Alisha Fauxpas?’ The girl looks back at the man in the black suit. She is starting to get extremely flustered.

‘Yes’. She replies.

The man raises his hand and makes a small gesture. Suddenly 3 burly men step out of thin air and start to surround Alisha. The man in the suite takes out his wallet and flashes his badge and ID.

‘Ma’am, my name is agent Rama Alagapa Muthu Balaji Oruvan. You can call me Rambo. I am with the National Bureau Drug Enforcement Agent (NBDEA).

Alisha looks at Rambo with a very stunned expression.

‘What is it that you want and how can I help you?’ Alisha replies.

Rambo flashes a sheepish smile ‘Are you here to pick up a consignment from the UK?’

Alisha ruffles through her bag and pulls out a sheet of paper. ‘Yes and here is the receipt for the consignment. Now will you explain to me what is going on?’

Rambo takes the receipt from Alisha studies it and then rather gruffly says ‘Your consignment has been found to contain 5 kgs of pure heroin and coke. We would like to take you in for questioning. Now does that answer your question?’

Alisha looks at agent Rambo and literally lets her jaw drop. She makes to protest but notices the burly men take a step towards her. She settles back down and rather politely replies ‘There must be some kind of mistake agent, but I will still come with you for questioning and maybe we can sort this whole issue out.’

Rambo escorts Alisha to through a labyrinth of corridors and room and finally reaches a rather shabby room at the end of a long corridor. Alisha looks around the office and takes it in slowly. There are paper files and dust all over the place. She notices a huge mirror on one of the walls. Scenes from movies where criminals are being interrogated flash through her head and she starts to feel the creeps. Rambo ushers Alisha to a chair and then turns around and walks out the room.

Alisha sits in the room all by herself looking straight at the door through which Rambo just stormed out off. Suddenly from the left of her she hears a noise. Her head darts to the left in search of the origin of the sound. Again she hears the noise a lot louder this time. Her heart starts racing as she realizes it is a rat squeaking. She starts to get scared and lifts her feet onto the chair and wraps her hands around her knees. She slowly starts to rock back and forth on the chair.

CHAPTER 2

Suddenly the door crashes open and a rather well built lady walks into the room. She walks straight up to Alisha and stares straight into the red’s eyes. The well built lady starts to give Alisha the look over and starts to circle her. Once she gives Alisha the look over, she stops next to her and with a very native accent she says.

‘The name’s Bond. Swarlatha Bondasami’

Bond starts staring at Alisha again and start circling her once more. This time she stops in front of Alisha and says. ‘The name is Bond. Swarlatha Bondasami’

Alisha looks rather puzzled as she replies. ‘But you already told me your name’

Bond looks at Alisha and starts to scowl. ‘Why did you not then say good afternoon Mrs. Bond?’

Sudden recognition dawns upon Alisha and she replies instantly. ‘Good afternoon Mrs. Bond’

Bond looks at Alisha and gives a wide grin, giving Alisha a good look at her tar coated teeth. She then turns her back to Alisha and stands still staring at the door. Suddenly she turns around and slams her palms on the table and pushes the table closer to Alisha. She starts to lean her face into Alisha as Alisha slowly edges backwards. Bond stands cowering over Alisha looking like she would snap Alisha into two.

She moves her face closer to Alisha’s. Alisha can smell the cheap stale cigarette smoke in her breath mixed with some whiskey fumes. Alisha cringes as she realizes Bond has been drinking. Suddenly Bond snarls and slams her feet on the ground and shouts at Alisha. ‘You are doing drugs. Admit it now and I will let you free.’

Alisha shakes her head as she is scared to open her mouth. Bond growls once again.‘You bloody liar. I know you are doing drugs. Why are you lying to me? Tell me the truth nothing will happen to you if you tell me.’

This time Bond loses it and slams her heavy fists hard on the table sending strong vibrations through the wood. ‘What girl you cannot talk is it? You have been using drugs so much your brain is all fried right?’

Something triggers off the switch in Alisha and she starts snapping and raising her voice at Bond.

‘I don’t do drugs. I repeat I do not do drugs. I do not know anything about drugs. Those drugs are not mine’

Bond laughs. ‘Well my dear girl. You know enough about drugs to know they are bad and illegal right?’

Alisha replies ‘I know enough about drugs to know it is bad for health and illegal. I also so know some of the names.’

Bond then points a stubby finger at Alisha and say ‘There. See you now say you know the names of drugs. First you say you don’t know anything about drugs now you say you know some names. So tell me why should I believe you when you say they are not your drugs?’

Now Alisha turns red in the face and starts to scream at Bond. ‘What the fuck? I don’t do drugs. This is utter nonsense. Bull shit.’

Bond turns around and gives Alisha a menacing look and suddenly Alisha turns quiet.

She then tells Alisha. ‘You will not raise your voice to me again or you will leave this room on a stretcher. Your choice.’ Bond continues. ‘You young people all think you are great and mighty. You think we old people are just fools. You think you can escape doing anything by acting all innocent. You drink, you smoke, and do drugs and then you think that we do not know about this nonsense.

She walks around the room. Alisha follows Bond with her eyes waiting for the next outburst. Slowly Bond turns around and faces Alisha.

‘You are a drug addict. I know it. I can tell. I have been in this business for 30 years and you addicts are all the bloody same. I can see it in your eyes. I can smell it and I have a feeling in my gut that tells me you are a drug addict.’ She struts around a bit and continues. ‘You smuggle drugs and distribute them also. Tell me young girl. Did you think you can escape just because you are young and are very good looking?’

Bond turns away from Alisha and spits on the ground. ‘That attitude disgusts me.’ She says.

Bond walks up to Alisha and starts forcefully instructing her. ‘Tell me pretty girl you are a drug addict. Just admit it and everything will be ok. Just admit you are a drug dealer and I will arrange a deal for you.’

CHAPTER 3

Alisha does not give in and keeps shaking her head. Just as Alisha is about to let her emotions take control of her the door swings open. In walks a man in a black suit. Not Rambo. This is a different person. Alisha gives him the look over and takes in his chiseled features. She can tell he’s one of those hard ass law enforcement guys.

The man looks at Bond and in a very raspy voice says. ‘Ma’am I have to ask you to tone your voice down and step away from the suspect.’

Bond gives the man a menacing look that would have made any normal guy quiver. She asks him rather gruffly. ‘Who the fuck are you and how dare you think you can barge in here during my interrogation and tell me what to do?’

The man reaches for his pocket and Bond stops him ‘Hey boy keep your hands where I can see them. I don’t like dirty surprises’. The man replies ‘I’m just taking out my wallet.’ He pulls out his wallet and flashes his credentials to Bond.

‘I’m Agent Sean Connery with the International Drug Enforcement Agency. That’s the IDEA to you. This lady here has been on our watch list for a few months now….’

‘Shut the fuck up. This bitch is my property. My guys caught her. You can’t just waltz in here with your fancy suit and tell me you’re taking her.’ Say’s a rather hysterical Bond.

‘Well Ma’am I’m doing just that. This suspect is a suspected Mule for the Columbian drug lord Carlos Robremos.’

‘So? My guys caught her when you big shots couldn’t’

‘We have been tracking her movements for a year now and so now we need you to release her immediately.’

Bond just stares at Sean flabbergasted beyond words. ‘You’re kidding me right. Somebody’s going to jump out from behind the door and say it’s all a bloody prank.’

Just then the door opens and Rambo walks in with his head down. ‘Bond bad news. This guy’s right. The boss just called. This case has been passed on to IDEA. It’s the IDEA’s jurisdiction.’

‘Rambo this can’t be. Where the hell’s the boss?’

‘Bond listen I know this sucks but there’s nothing we can do about it. Boss said they need her to get to this Columbian Drug Lord. We have to let her go.'

Bond puffs and turns towards Alisha ‘You got lucky bitch I was just getting started.’

Sean walks up to Bond. ‘That’s enough.’ He turns to Alisha and then tells her to get up. Alisha looks at him and slowly gets up to her feet. He pulls out his gun as he takes her arm and escorts her out of the building to a black unmarked sedan. He makes Alisha get into the passengers seat. He then cuffs Alisha to the steering wheel and steps away from the car. He walks up to Rambo and Bond who are standing at the exit of the building.

He extends his hand to them and says. ‘Thank you for catching her. But I need all the drugs. It’s the only way we can put an end to this operation.’

Rambo goes back into the building and comes back out with the drugs they had collected. Sean goes to the back of the car and pops open the trunk to dump the drugs there.

He then gets into the car and removes Alisha’s cuffs from the steering wheel. He starts up the car and they head out of the airport.

10 Minutes later. A black unmarked sedan drives up to the airport and to the NBDEA office. A young man gets out and walks up to the entrance where Rambo is still standing talking to a few other agents.

Rambo turns to the man as he draws closer and asks ‘What can I do for you? This is a secure areaaaaa…’ Rambo lets his jaw drop as he notices the man in front of him.

CHAPTER 4

The man in front of him flashes a smile and pulls out his wallet. ‘Hi I’m Agent Sean Connery with the IDEA. I’m here to pick up Alisha Fauxpas.’

Rambo gags and feels his knees start to give way below him. He replies to the man weakly. ‘We just released her to you 10 minutes back’ and then Rambo collapses.

Meanwhile 10 minutes later and over 5 kilometers away from the airport, a black unmarked sedan turns off the main highway onto an old beaten road.

Alisha looks at the man. ‘What the fuck took you so long to come?’

The man turns to her and says ‘Dint think you’d get caught.’

‘What about the rest of my luggage?’

The man replies ‘Oh that was another reason I took time. I had to get those idiots to give me your luggage. I’m surprised they dint get the rest of the stash.’

‘You got the rest. Not bad. Think that face makes you extremely charming’

‘Speaking of which, I hate these damn masks.’ As he says that he reaches to his neck and peels of his face mask.

‘It’s good to be Antonio again.’

Alisha smiles at him reaches for her neck and pulls of her face mask. She turns to Antonio. ‘So Antonio am I still pleasing to the eye?’

Antonio turns to the girl. ‘Selma darling, you know you are.’ He leans over and kisses Selma on her lips. He leans back and adds. ‘We are going to be extremely rich too.’

Selma laughs and leans onto Antonio and slowly runs a hand on his thigh as she kisses his cheek.

She then sits back looks out the window and say. ‘That Alisha girl has no idea what we just did.’

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The End

Don't Look Behind

A+ Rating: Adult Content 

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CHAPTER 1

It is late at night. The winds are picking up. The leaves of the trees rustle with high swirls. A girl in her late 20's walks across a deserted parking lot to her car. Asa strong wind whooshes across the parking lot, swirling leaves around the girl, she pulls the collars of her jacket up.

Fumbling for her keys in the darkness, she feels a set of eyes boring into her. Glancing over her shoulder, she sees the moonlight glint off a figure across the parking lot. The eyes seem to glow in the dark. –The person’s facial features appear almost un-human.

The girl drops her keys just as the figure starts to make its way towards her. She reaches down n gropes around in the dark until she finds the keys. She manages to unlock the door, jumps into the car and slams the door shut. She shoves the key in the ignition and switches the engine on. She looks out the window. The figure has started running towards the car. The girl puts the gear into reverse and hits the pedal. She shifts gears and begins heading out of the parking lot. The figure is clearer now - a lady in a leopard-skin outfit with her hair dishevelled. As the girl passes the woman in the lot, the woman swings an axe at the car. She misses. The girl puts pedal to the metal and the car rockets out of the lot.

The woman in the leopard-skin outfit starts to chase the car. She screams and shouts and waves the axe. The girl looks into her rear-view mirror just as the woman flings the axe at the car.

The axe shatters the rear window. The girl accelerates away and begins to slow down only a good distance later.

She decides to pull over for a bit to catch her breath. She parks the car on the curb and starts to breathe deeply. Suddenly, she hears a rustling from the backseat. She begins turning her head just as a hand reaches out from the dark and grabs her mouth and face. She hears a man hiss, “Don't move or open your mouth. I'll kill you.” She feels the cold steel blade of a knife pressing on her neck.

CHAPTER 2

“What’s your name?”, asks the voice. The girl replies with a trembling voice, “Shevaun” “Good. Now, Shevaun, be a good girl and take me to your lovely place and be quick.”

With the knife at her throat, the man makes Shevaun drive. Each time she tries to say anything or makes a noise, the knife digs a little deeper into her throat. The man slowly leans forward and starts playing with her hair and ears. He flicks her hair over her ears and starts to fiddle with her earring. Shevaun begins to shudder.

She suddenly loses control of the car and swerves. The man slaps her and says, “Don't try anything funny with me. Next time around, it may not be a slap.” Shevaun gulps and grabs the steering wheel tight, concentrating on driving home. She drives down a dark deserted lane close to her house, all the while praying that one of her nosy neighbours will actually decide to take a walk outside now, but to her dismay all is quiet.

She pulls up in the driveway of her place, parks the car and sits still. The man opens his door and motions for Shevaun to do the same.

When they get out, the man grabs her, binds her hands together in front of her with a rope and pushes her towards the house. He makes her open the door and shoves her in. She stumbles and falls. He rushes into the house and slams the door shut.

He then turns to Shevaun lying on the floor, eyeing her ravenously as he walks up to her. She gets nervous and starts to tremble. She starts to back away, crawling backwards on the floor.

He grabs Shevaun by her hair and drags her into the bedroom. He makes her stand up. She swats at him with her tied hands. He gets furious and throws Shevaun onto the bed. He then ties her to the bed posts. She tries to scream, but he stuffs a cloth into her mouth. She starts to gag.

He then spreads her legs and ties them up as well. He then whips out his knife again. The light from the single bulb in the room glints off the blade. He moves close to her and starts slicing her dress from the bottom up. Yanking the dress off, he runs it over his face, mopping up the sweat dripping off it.

He looks down at Shevaun lying there in her underwear. He licks his lips and starts to remove his clothes. Stripping down completely, he stands next to Shevaun. She gasps in horror at the sight of him. His stomach rolls glisten with sweat.

Absolutely disgusted, Shevaun feels the puke rise up her throat. Out of fear more than anything else, she lets her eyes travel down his body until they rest on his member. She almost laughs when she sees the size or lack of it.

He notices her gaze and grins evilly. “Well, bitch, you’re going to have lots of it.” He moves next to the bed and leans over. He then runs the knife through Shevaun's bra, snapping it off before slicing off her panties.

He then leans back and admires Shevaun's petite body, noting that it has all the right curves and size. He starts licking his lips vigorously, moves his hand to his penis and starts to masturbate. He then puts the other hand on her breasts and starts massaging them. Shevaun starts to squirm away in vain.

The man seems to enjoy this, especially watching the disgust Shevaun's eyes. He then gets on the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He thinks of violating her down south, but then decides he would rather get into her than waste time. He kneels between her legs and tries to guide his penis into her. Shevaun closes her eyes.

CHAPTER 3

Thwack! Thwack!

Shevaun hears a sound and opens her eyes. She sees blood bubble out of her assailant’s mouth as he comes crashing down on her.

She feels the sweat of his body rub against her. Something warm and fluid runs down her body. The weight of the man above her seems to increase.

Everything goes blurry and Shevaun realises she's crying. Through her tears, she notices a shadow move. Then the deadweight upon her begins to lift.

The ropes binding her hands and feet loosen and the gag is prised out. She starts to wipe her eyes as somebody covers her with a blanket. She turns around and sees that face she swore she would never ever forget.

It is the pale, frizzy-haired woman in the leopard-skin pants who had chased her car.

Rather groggily Shevaun asks, “Who? What? How did you get here?” The lady replies, 

“Dear girl, I'm Captain Jacqueline Sparrow with the LAPD. I was off duty, walking though the parking lot, when I saw a man sit up behind you.

I tried to shout out. I had actually seen the man earlier and he seemed suspicious. I tried following him, but he managed to give me the slip.”

Shevaun asks, “But how did you find me? There was nobody behind us.” Jacqueline replies, “Yes, true. In your haste to get away from me, you dropped your wallet, which had your license and address on it. It looks like I reached in the nick of time.”

Shevaun looks at the man. “Is he dead?” Jacqueline looks at her and smiles.

“Dead as dead can be.”

Introduction

This blog has been started by me to put up my short stories. I had started writing stories when I was in college for a few friends and had kept it at just that. After quite a bit of prodding I finally decided to start this blog.

This blog is dedicated to 3 very special ladies. Basically Blah who is my editor. She was the one who gave me the idea of the blog and is the reason why I write as Terror #1 a nickname I've had for a number of years. Sinner who always publicizes my story writing although she says I write porn which I always argue that I don't...Shall leave that to you all to decide for yourselves. Last but not the least is Walrus. The one who encouraged me to start story telling in the first place. One of my biggest critics.

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