Marie got up out of bed after she'd woken up. Before she drifted off to sleep, she vaguely remembered someone wiping her down gently with a warm, damp cloth. Almost tenderly especially in the areas of her body that felt sore. Her muscles ached from the tension of not knowing what would happen when she'd been bound and trussed up by the man who wouldn't let her go.
She didn't expect that Milan would help her flee from Gunthor's auction from the goodness of his heart. The man didn't have a heart and she knew he had his own motives for helping her. Now after he'd used her so hard and left her sore and wet…and yet more sated than she'd been in a while, she knew that he might plan on either keeping her for himself or worse, selling her off on some open market for whores. After all, Gunthor and Stavros had gone on and on about how she would fetch quite a tidy sum for the pleasure she could give men who'd line up to pay even more money to take advantage of her body. She had no intentions of spending the rest of her days tied to some bed with her legs spread open while some line of horny customers formed outside the door. But she knew that to be safe she had to get away even from the man lying asleep next to her.
He'd undone her restraints after fucking her…she lost count how many times…the man was tireless and ruthless in his ardor. His lusts seemingly endless even though she knew he didn't like her. Then he'd left and brought back the cloth to start cleaning her up. She'd closed her eyes thinking how good it felt like being washed like a baby years ago by her own mother…the few times she remembered her mother spending time with her. After all, she'd been a busy woman herself raising her mostly on her own, spending hours away day and night working somewhere doing something to put food on the table. Marie had gotten good enough grades to earn scholarship money to college, which had pleased her mother greatly. But she'd wanted more than book learning and the diploma that went with it, she'd wanted life experience. That had led her to researching fellowships and internships which is how she wound up working for Gunthor in the first place.
But she'd thought she'd be doing lowly tasks like filing papers and entering invoices in the computer database which was how she started out. Even fetching coffee and pastries for the clients who showed up to do business with her mysterious boss…until that fateful day when the power outage had left her stranded in the elevator…and she'd spent the time pleasuring herself.
Now her life had been abruptly changed and she lay in bed next to one of the men who'd fucked her since she accepted Gunthor's invite to the hotel for the weekend. Milan was a barbarian…a determinedly, ruthless man cut from the cloth of men like him though he'd been so ruggedly handsome. That didn't make up for his attitude and how he treated her. No, he'd have to start respecting her if this was going to work…then she remembered looking around her at the quiet darkness except for the quite snoring of the man next to her that it was time to get away.
She carefully crept out of bed and then went searching for her clothes…any clothes because she couldn't go running around the city naked. She walked to the closet, careful for any creaking sounds that might wake up her latest captor and she found some jeans and a frilly top. Not perfect for escape but it'd have to do. She slid them on oh so carefully, so stealthily and realized the pants molded to her body in ways that might attract attention. The top didn't leave much to the imagination either but this outfit would get her until she found someplace to hide out until she figured out what to do. She heard some movement and looked over at Milan, his face half lit by a sliver of light coming through the blinds on the window and she went to find some shoes. She found some worn boots and after finding some socks, slipped them on her feet. They pinched her toes but she'd manage just fine. She searched around for anything in the dwelling that would help her and found a knife and some maps. She tucked them in a pouch she found that she'd take with her.
Then with one last look at Milan, she walked towards the door and slipped on out of it after carefully easing the lock open.
After that, she took off down a flight of stairs and headed to the darkness of what looked like an alleyway in the worst area of town. She knew she'd have to flee it quickly before anyone saw her.
Gunthor and Stavros walked down the street two blocks away from the hotel.
"We can't find her anywhere," Gunthor said, "I sent two of my best men down to the red light district in case Milan takes her there."
"You think he'd going to pawn her off?"
Gunthor shook his head.
"If he wants to make money off of her, there are better markets to hit," he said, "but he might lie low there for a while…thinking we won't send anyone there."
"But you just did and if they find her…"
"They know the terms of the arrangement and she's going to wind up back here and back on the auction block. My credibility is on the line here and I can't lose my gains because of one piece of tail thinking she can change her fate…and my plans."
"You know she was a smart one…sexy as hell…she'd give you trouble."
Gunthor rubbed his jaw line with a couple of fingers and yes, he knew that Marie might have more to her than just a hot body that men would pay to fuck. He'd seen that side of her when she'd worked for him doing more mundane tasks.
"I will get her back," he said, "Zack and Dirk are out there looking for her and they're like bloodhounds when it comes to hunting missing merchandise."
"I hope so…Costas is upset, Rodrigo's pissed and there's talk that you're slipping and we both know that's not true."
Gunthor eyed Stavros carefully wondering what he was getting at…as he knew he couldn't trust the man in front of him either. No one could be trusted in this business least of all the closer a man came to reigning supreme. Gunthor knew he had rivals waiting to cut him down a few notches and take him out of the running entirely. But he knew he was in this business to stay and he'd get Marie back and show them that he'd accumulated some classy whores that would go for top dollar.
But first he had to get her back and even though Zack and Dirk were his best men, it didn't erase his concern.
Marie ran down the alley, splashing through some puddles from the rain. She looked around constantly to see if anyone tailed her. But she saw no one in the alley at all. When she thought she heard footsteps, she'd slip into an alcove or hide behind a dumpster but she'd discover the noise had been some stray cat or a loose dog scrounging around for scraps outside some of the places which must be eateries.
She had to get away but she didn't know where to go. Milan probably would be waking soon and he'd be furious with her. Of course he'd come looking for her and she didn't want him to find her but she didn't want to run into Gunthor or any of his men either. She had to hole up somewhere private and come up with some sort of game plan to get the hell out of here.
After running out of alley, she climbed over a chain link fence and landed on the street where cars moved down and she saw a couple men walking by. She shrunk to the wall of a building as they walked across the street. They could be working for Gunthor…or someone else and if they found her…they'd drag her back to him and she knew this time she'd never escape.
She thought suddenly of a coffee place that was out of the way and might give her a place to stay…to buy some time to figure out what to do next. If she could just make it there….then she'd find out what to do to get herself out of this mess once and for all.
Yes, that sounded like the start of a plan.