Not A Virgin
 
Daniel knew she was the one the moment he laid eyes on her.


He turned the key in the ignition as he watched her approach in his rearview mirror.


He put the van in gear as she ran past him.


By the time she reached the corner, he had pulled in front of her and knocked on the divider between the front of the van and the back.


The back doors flew open, his boys reached out and grabbed her.


Daniel felt the doors thump shut and hit the gas pedal.


He smiled as he heard her screaming through the divider.


He thought he could make out the words, “Not again” and he smiled wider.


So this one wasn’t a virgin.



She gave one of his boys a bloody nose and broke another’s collar bone, but it didn’t help her. They got her to the warehouse, just the same, and once the others had left, Daniel took his time. This was his favorite part. The anticipation.


He left her lying in on the floor for several minutes. Sometimes he would walk up to her, watching her twitch at the sound of his footsteps. Then he would walk away. He walked a circle around her, slow and even, watching as she tried to turn her head to face each footstep.


Finally he cut her gag, but left her bound and blindfolded.


He could see her waiting for the blindfold to come off. She knew the routine.


But he had decided to change the routine.


Because she was special.


So he left her mouth free as he continued walking about the room.


When she heard his footsteps moving away from her, she spoke. “Who are you?”


Daniel didn’t answer.


“You won’t get away with this.”


Daniel suppressed a giggle. They all said that.


Of course it hadn’t escaped his notice that she had skipped one of her lines: “What do you want?”


She already knew what he wanted.


Next she would say, “They’ll come looking for me.”


But she didn’t.


Instead, she started squirming. Looking for a way out of her bindings.


His amusement vanished in an instant. Replaced by anger.


He was on her so quickly and silently, she gasped when he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “You’re not playing by the rules,” he whispered, his voice rasping in her ear.


“Rules!” She fought harder against the twine. “You want to talk about rules? You grab women off the street, kidnap them, tie them up and what? Torture them? Kill them? And you want to talk about rules? You’re the one who’s not playing by the rules.”


He let go of her hair, shoving her head away from him as he did. Her temple made a satisfying crack against the cement floor.


Daniel stomped to the edge of the room. Once he reached the wall he stood, facing it, fists clenched, shoulders hunched as he focused on breathing in and out. He had never lost control like that. He shouldn’t let her affect him like this.

He heard her struggling behind him and he got an idea.



“You sure about this?”


“I’m sure.”


“You’re the boss.” Tony cut all the ties and they left the room, making sure to leave the door shut, but unlocked, for when she woke up. Just the one door was open and all the windows were barred, so Daniel could be sure she would come this way.


He waited patiently, like a cat waits, crouched, for the mouse to come out of its hole.


She woke sooner than he had thought she would. She made her way through the open door and started running down the hall. That door was locked, so she took a left and kept running.


He was waiting for her.


He let her see him before he grabbed her. The panic in her eyes made it all worthwhile.


She spun to run the other way, but he wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. She let out a frustrated scream as she struggled, be he was the stronger one.


He leaned over and licked the side of her neck, slowly, from her shoulder to her ear. She shuddered. He didn’t even particularly like women. He just loved the way they reacted when he did that. It made the smell of their fear so much stronger.


He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, his nose buried in her hair.


She slammed the back of her head into his face and all he could see was pain.

He let her go and she elbowed him in the stomach before she took off again.


Fortunately, they had made sure all the outer doors were locked. Tony was on top of her before she got far. He and Andy had her hogtied and back in her room by the time Daniel had recovered.


Now he was angry.


This time she was in a chair and they hadn’t bothered with the blindfold. She met his gaze as he marched towards her. She saw the anger in his eyes and she set her jaw, silently daring him to do his worst.


Her head spun to the right as the back of his hand made contact with her cheek. She only took a moment to recover before turning back to glare at him.


He smacked her with the back of his other hand and her head spun to the left.


He knelt in front of her and grabbed her face to force her to look at him. “You’re going to pay for that.”


She spit in his face.


He was so taken by surprise he actually stumbled backwards a few steps. He wiped his face with the sleeve of his jacket, and when he looked back at her, she was grinning.


He felt the anger spreading throughout his body, but he forced it down. He had told himself he would not lose his temper again.


Instead, he turned to the table behind him. All his tools were now laid out across it and he went to select one. It would bring her price down considerably, but he was beyond caring.


This one was all his.