Shelly in Cancun 16 – The aquarium
When consciousness finally returns I feel cramped and stuffy. It’s pitch black all around me. I squint in a frantic effort to be able to see something. But I see nothing at all and it frightens me, making me think that perhaps I’ve gone blind.
I try to cry out, but it comes out muffled. That’s when I discover someone has covered my mouth with duct tape. It was probably one of those bastards who took me back at the bungalow.
It both scares and infuriates me. I scream as loud as I can. But my scream is muffled and it does me no good.
Squirming around, I find my wrists have been duct taped behind my back. I also discover someone has bound my ankles together around my socks with what I can only assume is more tape. It feels like I’m still in my street clothes.
I mentally take a quick inventory. I don’t feel any bruises or broken bones. And it doesn’t feel like I’ve been sexually abused either… well, not yet anyway.
I wriggle and squirm in an attempt to try and get more information on my whereabouts. What I’m laying on feels like no carpeting I’ve ever walked on before. As I thrash around, I feel my prison move up and down just a little. That’s when I conclude I must be in the trunk of someone’s car… probably one belonging to one of those bastards who kidnapped me.
I squirm around some more in an attempt to feel if there is anything back here with me I can use to cut myself free. My hands pat all around behind me. But there doesn’t seem to be anything in here I can use.
I whimper in frustration. Moving my feet around does no good either. All I find are the ridges inside the trunk of the car and nothing else.
Trying one last time to do something, I try to reach for my ankles in the hopes I can somehow work the tape loose. But I can’t quite reach them. I scream out in frustration. That’s when I realize I’m ultimately going to need someone’s help getting out of here… wherever ‘here’ happens to be.
I lie still and listen with all my might, trying to figure out where the car I’m trapped inside might be located. But I hear nothing at all. For all I know I’m in a car parked inside some private garage where no one will ever find me other than the owner… and I’m not sure I want to meet him.
Angry, frustrated and scared, I start screaming into my gag in the vain hopes of getting someone’s attention. Perhaps I’m in a parking lot somewhere. If I keep crying out maybe someone will come pound on the trunk, hear me inside and go call the authorities.
After five minutes of crying out, all I accomplish is making myself hoarse. I finally give up.
I squirm around until I’m not lying on that damned ridge anymore so I can make myself comfortable. I have no idea how long I might’ve been in here. But I decide there’s no point in exhausting myself any further. I might as well sit tight, get my strength back and hope for the best.
I have absolutely no sense of the passage of time in here. For all I know, I’ve been in here for several hours. It’s possible I might even be in here several hours more before someone finally comes and gets me.
The thought of what might happen to me sets me to trembling like mad. I have to force myself to calm down as I whimper plaintively. For the moment I’m still alive. Right now, that’s all that matters.
I suddenly hear footsteps nearby. My heart surges with fearful excitement. I start screaming into the tape in my mouth, hoping someone will hear me.
I hear what sounds like a key twisting in the trunk. A moment later it opens. I’m blinded by daylight.
As my eyes adjust I realize it must be late afternoon because of the sun’s position in the sky. That tells me I’ve probably been in here several hours at least. Then I get a clear view of the man who’s just opened the trunk. I whimper in fear, instantly recognizing him as one of the men who took me earlier today.
“How are you doing in there?” he asks kindly in a distinctly Hispanic accent. I “mmmph” anxiously. Then his kind expression evaporates as his face grows cold and hard.
“Tell me, senorita. Has your lady friend ever let you down?”
My eyes widen in horror. Now I’m afraid for Andria’s safety. I “mmmph” anxiously.
“You see,” he continues in an unpleasant tone. “Her boyfriend failed to return the case to us in a timely manner. We were forced to dispose of him.”
The man says it so calmly, so matter-of-factly, that it sends a chill running down my spine. Apparently murdering Jake meant nothing more to him than swatting away a pesky fly.
“I hope your lady friend finds the case and returns it to us soon,” he says thoughtfully. “Otherwise I’m afraid your stay in Cancun is going to become rather… permanent?” I stiffen anxiously as he looks down on me.
“We have set the meeting for midnight,” he tells me. “I suggest you get some rest, senorita. It will be a few more hours yet. Then we shall see.” That’s when the bastard slams the lid shut, entombing me inside the trunk of the car once more.
I can’t help whimpering fearfully at the news Jake is dead. I’ve got a very bad feeling about all of this. I can’t help wondering what’s going through poor Andria’s mind. She must be sick with worry over my disappearance.
A part of me wishes for her to run far away and catch the very next plane out of Cancun. But I know that’s not going to happen, not as long as I’m still out here somewhere. Knowing Andria, she’ll do whatever she has to do in order to get me back, no matter the cost. But something tells me if I do see her tonight, the two of us will not live long enough to see daylight tomorrow.
Tears well up in my eyes as I whimper helplessly. I don’t want to die. What’s more, I’m ashamed of myself for wanting her to make the attempt to get me out of this.
For a few moments I scream out, thrashing around as though I could somehow shake loose from my bonds. Then I curl up and start crying softly, knowing that neither one of us is liable to make that 9 pm flight out of Cancun tonight.
My stomach growls; I haven’t eaten all day. But there’s nothing I can do about it. In the meantime, all I can do is lay here and ponder my fate, something that doesn’t help matters any. It isn’t long until I eventually drift off into a troubled sleep…
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I awaken to the sensation of riding around in the back of a moving car. My eyes flutter open. I’m hungry and I discover I’m still inside the damn trunk.
For a moment I’m tempted to cry out. What if I make as much noise as I can? I’m afraid of angering my captor, so I end up doing nothing at all.
With all the turns, there’s absolutely no way of keeping track of where we’re going. I finally give up altogether. It wouldn’t do me any good anyway as I have absolutely no clue about the layout of the city I’m in. I couldn’t tell anyone where I was even if I did somehow manage to get to a phone.
The car finally comes to a halt and the engine shuts off. I don’t know whether to be relieved or worried. I hear a car door slam followed by the sound of footsteps on blacktop.
A moment later I hear the key in the trunk. My breath catches in my throat. Then the trunk pops open.
I look out hopefully, blinking my eyes. It’s dark outside. But there’s enough light for me to see it’s still that same bastard.
I try not to show any fear. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. But I just can’t help whimpering anxiously.
He pulls out a knife and my heart rate spikes. I half expect him to plunge it into my chest. Instead, he reaches for my feet and cuts the tape to my ankles.
He puts the knife away. Then he pulls me out of the trunk onto my feet. It’s quite warm outside.
There’s enough light from the night sky to see we’re parked next to the back of some building. I see a metal door nearby. But I don’t know – or trust – what lies beyond it.
My first urge is to make a run for it. Then he pulls a rather menacing looking revolver out of his jacket pocket for me to see.
“You will not try to do anything foolish; will you, senorita? After all, your friend is meeting us in a few minutes. I would hate for her to be disappointed if some unfortunate, uh… accident… were to befall you.”
I whimper as I shake my head. My best chance for survival is to be patient and wait for an opportunity.
Pocketing his gun, he grabs my arm near the elbow. Then he steers me toward the door. It’s unlocked, and he forces me inside.
In an instant I’m hit by a wall of humidity. My nose instantly picks up the distinct aroma of fish and seaweed. My first guess is that we’re in some sort of aquarium.
He escorts me through a dimly lit corridor. I can only assume we’re walking through the employees’ section of the building. Then we emerge out into what I suspect is public access.
I nearly cry out in horror when we round a corner. There’s enough light for me to make out the figure of a man lying on the tile floor on his back. Something dark pools out under his body.
As we walk around him, the dim lighting reveals a dark, red tint to it. I see some sort of small burn in his chest with that similar red tint oozing out. Then the light catches his face just right.
This time I DO cry out in alarm. I know this man; it’s Almonte! He’s been shot in the chest!
My captor nudges me forward, dragging me along by my arm. “Come along, senorita,” he tells me with a sigh. “You cannot help him now.”
It takes everything in my power not to scream over and over into the tape covering my mouth. In a flash my appetite is gone. My heart’s up in my throat, and I can’t stop trembling.
We wind our way through more of the building until we come to a large set of ornately decorated wooden steps. “This way, if you will,” my captor tells me as he steers me upward.
I start to climb up, trying to be careful not to lose my balance even though he has a good grip on my arm. With a few steps to go, I see the stairwell level off ahead of us. It looks like an observation platform.
Beyond is the edge to a large fish tank. It confirms my suspicions we’re inside some sort of aquarium. I see water beyond the glass, along with the occasional darting of brightly colored tropical fish.
When we reach the observation platform, I drift toward the edge and look into the tank. There is a variety of fish swimming around inside. The view is somewhat soothing, and I manage to relax… but only a little.
I make the mistake of looking down where several fish have gathered curiously. They’re darting back and forth around a couple of objects. As my eyes adjust, I can’t help screaming into the tape covering my mouth.
Down on the sandy floor I see two naked female bodies tethered next to each other by a couple of concrete blocks. The blocks are eerily similar to what I was tied up to and dumped overboard with back at the reef. The fish dart close as though expecting to be fed. But there is no food forthcoming.
Both girls seem to be facing each other. They appear to have their hands duct taped behind their backs. Both mouths are duct taped as well.
It’s the horrific expression of sheer terror in the one girl’s lifeless eyes that haunts me. I scream over and over again. I cannot believe this has happened to Shiori.
“Come along, senorita,” the man nudges me. “You cannot help them either. You can only hope your friend will be more helpful when she arrives.”
I drag my feet, whimpering as I blink my eyes in pure horror. I want the image of what I’ve seen to vanish like a bad dream. But the nightmare remains.
I blink hard again. Unfortunately they’re both still there. I don’t have a clear view of the other face. But I’m convinced it’s the body of her friend Emiko whose back is to me at a bit of an angle.
I almost freak out when I see a couple of tiny bubbles dribble out of Shiori’s nose. But she doesn’t respond – doesn’t even blink.
I want to scream at them to move. I want to see them wriggle around – do something – anything that will prove to me they’re both alive and that there’s still the slightest chance they can both be saved.
I’m utterly horrified. I’m also becoming more than a little aroused despite my fear. Embarrassing stirrings surge shamefully through my loins.
Both bodies sway ever so softly. Their skin tone is still flesh-colored. They have not yet taken on the pale of having been submerged for a long period of time.
I suspect they haven’t been down all that long. Tears well up in my eyes; I might have just missed them. For some reason it hurts that I never even got the chance to say goodbye.
I’m nudged in the back as I’m pulled along by my arm up the rest of the steps. I sob into the tape covering my mouth as tears stream down my cheeks. I’m almost certain I’m going to die now.
Surely I’ve seen way too much for him to allow me to live. That means that Andria is doomed as well once she sets foot inside the building.
My mind screams, wishing I could send some sort of telepathic message warning her not to come get me. But if I know Andria, I know she won’t rest until she knows I’m safe. It tears me apart inside knowing her attempt to rescue me will probably end up costing her her life.
We reach the top of the stairs. He directs me around another corner to a large observation area. There’s a glass partition four feet high with a metal rail on top to keep the public from pitching forward into the tank. But it’s folded open in two places like a couple of gates, no doubt to allow employees access into the tank itself.
The bastard walks me toward the farthest one and stands me close to the edge. One false step and I’ll find myself literally swimming with the fishes with my arms taped behind my back.
My eyes settle on something lying over in the corner in the shadows. I inhale sharply, knowing in an instant I’m dead.
There’s just enough light for me to make out two more of those decorative concrete blocks. Both have lengths of rope already tied through them. Apparently they are waiting for a couple more bodies to be tied to.
Andria and I are to be tossed into the tank. We’ll end up like Shiori and Emiko. It’s as though both girls are now waiting for us to join them.
I start to whimper as my breath catches in my throat. I feel like I’m going to start hyperventilating any second now. My pussy is drenched from a fearful arousal.
The man calmly walks over and picks up one of the blocks, bringing it back to me. I’m suddenly frozen with terror. All I can do is whimper helplessly as he bends down and removes my shoes and socks.
He ties my ankles together with the free end of the rope. I whimper in fright, my pussy throbbing with a terrible arousal. I’ll soon be joining Shiori and Emiko. No doubt, Andria will be joining us all.
“Your friend must know we mean business, senorita,” he says sympathetically. “It will not be much longer. Try not to be frightened.”
I whimper anxiously, and I can’t help squirming around a little. “FUCK YOU!” my mind screams at him. “TRY NOT TO BE FRIGHTENED?? IT’S TOO DAMNED LATE FOR THAT!! I’M FRIGHTENED OUT OF MY WITS!!”
He gives a final tug to make sure the rope is secure. Then that damn knife comes out again. For a second I’m afraid he’s actually going to cut me.
He starts slicing away my clothes, humiliating me even more. In no time at all I’m naked and trembling. Now I’m even more certain I’m going to end up just like my two naked friends at the bottom of the tank.
I’m hoping he doesn’t notice my wetness. If he does, he makes no mention of it. “Now we wait,” he says quietly.
I hyperventilate through my nose, my breathing hard and labored. About 20 minutes later I feel a door closing inside the building. There’s a quiet whoosh as though the air pressure has changed just a little bit, enough for me to notice a disturbance.
“GO AWAY, ANDRIA!” my mind pleads as tears well up in my eyes.
2009; 2021 (written May 26 ’09; ed. Jul 21 ‘21 by riwa)