Captivated (The Sequel To 'Hostage'), chapter 10
"Hey Michelle," Tre grinned. She could only see his face and neck, "How are you going?"
"Gee... great," Michelle told him sarcastically.
"Woa, what happened to your face? And your lips!? I didn't know Mike was THAT harmful when he's kinky!" Tre exclaimed.
"Mike didn't do that. The ground and the rocks did that. Mike did this," Michelle sighed, rolling up the orange sleeve of her jumpsuit to reveal the bruise the width of her arm, and the length of about 10 cms.
Tre pressed his face up against the sheet of bullet-proof glass to get a better view. Michelle couldn't help but laugh at the way he looked.
"Ow! Geeze, how'd he do that?" He questioned.
"He... " Michelle stalled, "He hit me."
Tre was speechless. He wasn't expecting a reply like that, "You serious?"
Michelle nodded, "Yep."
"You must've said some really bad things to him," Tre told her.
"Yeah, I did. I told him that I bet he enjoyed watching me being tormented by the JOS that day... y' know," Michelle explained.
Tre nodded understandingly, "I understand."
You could see by his facial expression that he was appalled by something- either by the things that Michelle had said, or the fact that Mike had hit her. Or both.
"Oh yeah, Mike wrote this note to you," Tre smiled at her, sliding a small, crinkled piece of notepad through the small gap between the table and the sheet of glass towards her.
"Okay, thanks. I'll read it after," Michelle told him, clutching the paper in her hand.
"No. Read it now. Mike wants a reply," Tre demanded firmly.
Michelle nodded, and smoothed out the piece of paper.
It read:
Michelle, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let Billie create the JOS. I'm sorry I've never truly stood by you. I'm sorry I hit you. And last of all, I'm sorry I let you have sex with the JOS for MY freedom.
Oh yeah, remember the thing I told you just before you were gonna go into the other room with the JOS?
*FLASHBACK*
"I mean this. Take Mike, here. If you, Michelle, agree to have sex with me, I will set him free. If you want your friend, here set free, you'll have to do it again. And if you want yourself freed, you need to do it a third time, otherwise, you should say good bye to yourself," He chuckled, holding up a small pocket knife that looked incredibly sharp and harmful.
"You are sick!" Mike felt like saying, but he couldn't, for his mouth was taped tighter for some strange reason.
Michelle stared from Mike to Scarlett, and up at JOS.
"I have no choice," she thought.
Michelle nodded shamefully. JOS's face lit up. He undid her handcuffs, duct tape and ropes, and pulled her into the bedroom. Michelle turned back to stare innocently at Mike.
He had tears flowing down his face. He tried to say something, but Michelle had no idea what it was, all she knew was that it had three syllables. She just shrugged back at him.
*END FLASHBACK*
Well about that, do you know what I said? By the way you shrugged at me, you probably didn't. So let me tell you: I was saying "Don't do it."
That was all the note said. No 'goodbye', no 'I hope you're okay.'
She looked up at Tre, who slid a pen under the piece of glass. By the facial expression he was making, he wanted her to hurry up and write a response.
Michelle thought for a while, before scribbling a few words down on the other side of the paper, and sliding both that and the pen back under the glass.
"Okay, I should be off now," Tre told her.
"Kay, see yer round, eh?" Michelle responded. Tre gave her a little friendly wave, before getting up and walking off.
Just that. It was then Michelle realised that she had forgotten to ask Tre how Mike was going.
Was he in jail?
She went back to studying the note.
***
Tre headed into the local 7/11. Just as they had planned earlier, Billie Joe was patiently waiting in the tampon section of the supermarket.
"Hey," Tre greeted, "I got a reply."
"Well... " Billie Joe stretched eagerly.
Tre reached into his back pocket and pulled out the piece of paper. He handed it discreetly to Billie, who unfolded it and read it.
"Well that's kinda cold," He observed.
"Yeah, I know," Tre agreed.
"So I suppose I have to pass it on to Mike," Billie Joe sighed.
Tre nodded, "He's gonna be totally heartbroken."
"Well I never thought I'd say this, but he kinda deserved it. He didn't treat Michelle very well," Billie observed, folding the note back up and shoving it into his wallet.
"But really... " Tre began. He stalled, when he realised that Billie Joe was right.
Mike didn't treat her very well.
"Well I better get this over to Mike and get home as quickly as I can. Adie will be getting worried," He finalised.
"Okay. See ya later," Tre grinned. They both marched off in separate directions.
***
Meanwhile, Mike was awaiting the return of Billie Joe. He had no one to talk to, nothing to do in that jail cell of his, so he was relying on Billie to keep him sane.
His face lit up when he saw a police officer walk over towards him.
"That guy's here to see you again. Hurry up! Make it snappy!" The officer grouched, grabbing Mike's arm and pulling him up.
Mike practically ran over to the visitor's desk thingy to greet Billie.
"Hey BJ! Did she reply?! Did she?! Did she??" He blurted.
"Err... yeah. Here's the note," Billie said, sliding the note under the screen in slow motion.
Mike had no time to waste. And no time he did waste. She snatched up the paper eagerly and read Michelle's 'cold' response.
It read:
WELL IT'S TOO LATE NOW, ISN'T IT?!
Mike's jaw dropped. He let the paper fall out of his hand and watched it fall to the ground.
"Gee... great," Michelle told him sarcastically.
"Woa, what happened to your face? And your lips!? I didn't know Mike was THAT harmful when he's kinky!" Tre exclaimed.
"Mike didn't do that. The ground and the rocks did that. Mike did this," Michelle sighed, rolling up the orange sleeve of her jumpsuit to reveal the bruise the width of her arm, and the length of about 10 cms.
Tre pressed his face up against the sheet of bullet-proof glass to get a better view. Michelle couldn't help but laugh at the way he looked.
"Ow! Geeze, how'd he do that?" He questioned.
"He... " Michelle stalled, "He hit me."
Tre was speechless. He wasn't expecting a reply like that, "You serious?"
Michelle nodded, "Yep."
"You must've said some really bad things to him," Tre told her.
"Yeah, I did. I told him that I bet he enjoyed watching me being tormented by the JOS that day... y' know," Michelle explained.
Tre nodded understandingly, "I understand."
You could see by his facial expression that he was appalled by something- either by the things that Michelle had said, or the fact that Mike had hit her. Or both.
"Oh yeah, Mike wrote this note to you," Tre smiled at her, sliding a small, crinkled piece of notepad through the small gap between the table and the sheet of glass towards her.
"Okay, thanks. I'll read it after," Michelle told him, clutching the paper in her hand.
"No. Read it now. Mike wants a reply," Tre demanded firmly.
Michelle nodded, and smoothed out the piece of paper.
It read:
Michelle, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let Billie create the JOS. I'm sorry I've never truly stood by you. I'm sorry I hit you. And last of all, I'm sorry I let you have sex with the JOS for MY freedom.
Oh yeah, remember the thing I told you just before you were gonna go into the other room with the JOS?
*FLASHBACK*
"I mean this. Take Mike, here. If you, Michelle, agree to have sex with me, I will set him free. If you want your friend, here set free, you'll have to do it again. And if you want yourself freed, you need to do it a third time, otherwise, you should say good bye to yourself," He chuckled, holding up a small pocket knife that looked incredibly sharp and harmful.
"You are sick!" Mike felt like saying, but he couldn't, for his mouth was taped tighter for some strange reason.
Michelle stared from Mike to Scarlett, and up at JOS.
"I have no choice," she thought.
Michelle nodded shamefully. JOS's face lit up. He undid her handcuffs, duct tape and ropes, and pulled her into the bedroom. Michelle turned back to stare innocently at Mike.
He had tears flowing down his face. He tried to say something, but Michelle had no idea what it was, all she knew was that it had three syllables. She just shrugged back at him.
*END FLASHBACK*
Well about that, do you know what I said? By the way you shrugged at me, you probably didn't. So let me tell you: I was saying "Don't do it."
That was all the note said. No 'goodbye', no 'I hope you're okay.'
She looked up at Tre, who slid a pen under the piece of glass. By the facial expression he was making, he wanted her to hurry up and write a response.
Michelle thought for a while, before scribbling a few words down on the other side of the paper, and sliding both that and the pen back under the glass.
"Okay, I should be off now," Tre told her.
"Kay, see yer round, eh?" Michelle responded. Tre gave her a little friendly wave, before getting up and walking off.
Just that. It was then Michelle realised that she had forgotten to ask Tre how Mike was going.
Was he in jail?
She went back to studying the note.
***
Tre headed into the local 7/11. Just as they had planned earlier, Billie Joe was patiently waiting in the tampon section of the supermarket.
"Hey," Tre greeted, "I got a reply."
"Well... " Billie Joe stretched eagerly.
Tre reached into his back pocket and pulled out the piece of paper. He handed it discreetly to Billie, who unfolded it and read it.
"Well that's kinda cold," He observed.
"Yeah, I know," Tre agreed.
"So I suppose I have to pass it on to Mike," Billie Joe sighed.
Tre nodded, "He's gonna be totally heartbroken."
"Well I never thought I'd say this, but he kinda deserved it. He didn't treat Michelle very well," Billie observed, folding the note back up and shoving it into his wallet.
"But really... " Tre began. He stalled, when he realised that Billie Joe was right.
Mike didn't treat her very well.
"Well I better get this over to Mike and get home as quickly as I can. Adie will be getting worried," He finalised.
"Okay. See ya later," Tre grinned. They both marched off in separate directions.
***
Meanwhile, Mike was awaiting the return of Billie Joe. He had no one to talk to, nothing to do in that jail cell of his, so he was relying on Billie to keep him sane.
His face lit up when he saw a police officer walk over towards him.
"That guy's here to see you again. Hurry up! Make it snappy!" The officer grouched, grabbing Mike's arm and pulling him up.
Mike practically ran over to the visitor's desk thingy to greet Billie.
"Hey BJ! Did she reply?! Did she?! Did she??" He blurted.
"Err... yeah. Here's the note," Billie said, sliding the note under the screen in slow motion.
Mike had no time to waste. And no time he did waste. She snatched up the paper eagerly and read Michelle's 'cold' response.
It read:
WELL IT'S TOO LATE NOW, ISN'T IT?!
Mike's jaw dropped. He let the paper fall out of his hand and watched it fall to the ground.
