Shelly in Cancun 16 \u2013 The aquarium<\/p>\n
When consciousness finally returns I feel cramped and stuffy. It\u2019s 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\u2019ve gone blind.<\/p>\n
I try to cry out, but it comes out muffled. That\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n
It both scares and infuriates me. I scream as loud as I can. But my scream is muffled and it does me no good.<\/p>\n
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\u2019m still in my street clothes.<\/p>\n
I mentally take a quick inventory. I don\u2019t feel any bruises or broken bones. And it doesn\u2019t feel like I\u2019ve been sexually abused either\u2026 well, not yet anyway.<\/p>\n
I wriggle and squirm in an attempt to try and get more information on my whereabouts. What I\u2019m laying on feels like no carpeting I\u2019ve ever walked on before. As I thrash around, I feel my prison move up and down just a little. That\u2019s when I conclude I must be in the trunk of someone\u2019s car\u2026 probably one belonging to one of those bastards who kidnapped me.<\/p>\n
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\u2019t seem to be anything in here I can use.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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\u2019t quite reach them. I scream out in frustration. That\u2019s when I realize I\u2019m ultimately going to need someone\u2019s help getting out of here\u2026 wherever \u2018here\u2019 happens to be.<\/p>\n
I lie still and listen with all my might, trying to figure out where the car I\u2019m trapped inside might be located. But I hear nothing at all. For all I know I\u2019m in a car parked inside some private garage where no one will ever find me other than the owner\u2026 and I\u2019m not sure I want to meet him.<\/p>\n
Angry, frustrated and scared, I start screaming into my gag in the vain hopes of getting someone\u2019s attention. Perhaps I\u2019m 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.<\/p>\n
After five minutes of crying out, all I accomplish is making myself hoarse. I finally give up.<\/p>\n
I squirm around until I\u2019m not lying on that damned ridge anymore so I can make myself comfortable. I have no idea how long I might\u2019ve been in here. But I decide there\u2019s no point in exhausting myself any further. I might as well sit tight, get my strength back and hope for the best.<\/p>\n
I have absolutely no sense of the passage of time in here. For all I know, I\u2019ve been in here for several hours. It\u2019s possible I might even be in here several hours more before someone finally comes and gets me.<\/p>\n
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\u2019m still alive. Right now, that\u2019s all that matters.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
I hear what sounds like a key twisting in the trunk. A moment later it opens. I\u2019m blinded by daylight.<\/p>\n
As my eyes adjust I realize it must be late afternoon because of the sun\u2019s position in the sky. That tells me I\u2019ve probably been in here several hours at least. Then I get a clear view of the man who\u2019s just opened the trunk. I whimper in fear, instantly recognizing him as one of the men who took me earlier today.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow are you doing in there?\u201d he asks kindly in a distinctly Hispanic accent. I \u201cmmmph\u201d anxiously. Then his kind expression evaporates as his face grows cold and hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me, senorita. Has your lady friend ever let you down?\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes widen in horror. Now I\u2019m afraid for Andria\u2019s safety. I \u201cmmmph\u201d anxiously.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou see,\u201d he continues in an unpleasant tone. \u201cHer boyfriend failed to return the case to us in a timely manner. We were forced to dispose of him.\u201d<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\u201cI hope your lady friend finds the case and returns it to us soon,\u201d he says thoughtfully. \u201cOtherwise I\u2019m afraid your stay in Cancun is going to become rather\u2026 permanent?\u201d I stiffen anxiously as he looks down on me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have set the meeting for midnight,\u201d he tells me. \u201cI suggest you get some rest, senorita. It will be a few more hours yet. Then we shall see.\u201d That\u2019s when the bastard slams the lid shut, entombing me inside the trunk of the car once more.<\/p>\n
I can\u2019t help whimpering fearfully at the news Jake is dead. I\u2019ve got a very bad feeling about all of this. I can\u2019t help wondering what\u2019s going through poor Andria\u2019s mind. She must be sick with worry over my disappearance.<\/p>\n
A part of me wishes for her to run far away and catch the very next plane out of Cancun. But I know that\u2019s not going to happen, not as long as I\u2019m still out here somewhere. Knowing Andria, she\u2019ll 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.<\/p>\n
Tears well up in my eyes as I whimper helplessly. I don\u2019t want to die. What\u2019s more, I\u2019m ashamed of myself for wanting her to make the attempt to get me out of this.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
My stomach growls; I haven\u2019t eaten all day. But there\u2019s nothing I can do about it. In the meantime, all I can do is lay here and ponder my fate, something that doesn\u2019t help matters any. It isn\u2019t long until I eventually drift off into a troubled sleep\u2026
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\nI awaken to the sensation of riding around in the back of a moving car. My eyes flutter open. I\u2019m hungry and I discover I\u2019m still inside the damn trunk.<\/p>\n
For a moment I\u2019m tempted to cry out. What if I make as much noise as I can? I\u2019m afraid of angering my captor, so I end up doing nothing at all.<\/p>\n
With all the turns, there\u2019s absolutely no way of keeping track of where we\u2019re going. I finally give up altogether. It wouldn\u2019t do me any good anyway as I have absolutely no clue about the layout of the city I\u2019m in. I couldn\u2019t tell anyone where I was even if I did somehow manage to get to a phone.<\/p>\n
The car finally comes to a halt and the engine shuts off. I don\u2019t know whether to be relieved or worried. I hear a car door slam followed by the sound of footsteps on blacktop.<\/p>\n
A moment later I hear the key in the trunk. My breath catches in my throat. Then the trunk pops open.<\/p>\n
I look out hopefully, blinking my eyes. It\u2019s dark outside. But there\u2019s enough light for me to see it\u2019s still that same bastard.<\/p>\n
I try not to show any fear. I don\u2019t want to give him the satisfaction. But I just can\u2019t help whimpering anxiously.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
He puts the knife away. Then he pulls me out of the trunk onto my feet. It\u2019s quite warm outside.<\/p>\n
There\u2019s enough light from the night sky to see we\u2019re parked next to the back of some building. I see a metal door nearby. But I don\u2019t know – or trust – what lies beyond it.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou 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\u2026 accident\u2026 were to befall you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I whimper as I shake my head. My best chance for survival is to be patient and wait for an opportunity.<\/p>\n
Pocketing his gun, he grabs my arm near the elbow. Then he steers me toward the door. It\u2019s unlocked, and he forces me inside.<\/p>\n
In an instant I\u2019m hit by a wall of humidity. My nose instantly picks up the distinct aroma of fish and seaweed. My first guess is that we\u2019re in some sort of aquarium.<\/p>\n
He escorts me through a dimly lit corridor. I can only assume we\u2019re walking through the employees\u2019 section of the building. Then we emerge out into what I suspect is public access.<\/p>\n
I nearly cry out in horror when we round a corner. There\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
This time I DO cry out in alarm. I know this man; it\u2019s Almonte! He\u2019s been shot in the chest!<\/p>\n
My captor nudges me forward, dragging me along by my arm. \u201cCome along, senorita,\u201d he tells me with a sigh. \u201cYou cannot help him now.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u2019s up in my throat, and I can\u2019t stop trembling.<\/p>\n
We wind our way through more of the building until we come to a large set of ornately decorated wooden steps. \u201cThis way, if you will,\u201d my captor tells me as he steers me upward.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Beyond is the edge to a large fish tank. It confirms my suspicions we\u2019re inside some sort of aquarium. I see water beyond the glass, along with the occasional darting of brightly colored tropical fish.<\/p>\n
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\u2026 but only a little.<\/p>\n
I make the mistake of looking down where several fish have gathered curiously. They\u2019re darting back and forth around a couple of objects. As my eyes adjust, I can\u2019t help screaming into the tape covering my mouth.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s the horrific expression of sheer terror in the one girl\u2019s lifeless eyes that haunts me. I scream over and over again. I cannot believe this has happened to Shiori.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome along, senorita,\u201d the man nudges me. \u201cYou cannot help them either. You can only hope your friend will be more helpful when she arrives.\u201d<\/p>\n
I drag my feet, whimpering as I blink my eyes in pure horror. I want the image of what I\u2019ve seen to vanish like a bad dream. But the nightmare remains.<\/p>\n
I blink hard again. Unfortunately they\u2019re both still there. I don\u2019t have a clear view of the other face. But I\u2019m convinced it\u2019s the body of her friend Emiko whose back is to me at a bit of an angle.<\/p>\n
I almost freak out when I see a couple of tiny bubbles dribble out of Shiori\u2019s nose. But she doesn\u2019t respond – doesn\u2019t even blink.<\/p>\n
I want to scream at them to move. I want to see them wriggle around – do something – anything that will prove to me they\u2019re both alive and that there\u2019s still the slightest chance they can both be saved.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m utterly horrified. I\u2019m also becoming more than a little aroused despite my fear. Embarrassing stirrings surge shamefully through my loins.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
I suspect they haven\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m nudged in the back as I\u2019m 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\u2019m almost certain I\u2019m going to die now.<\/p>\n
Surely I\u2019ve 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.<\/p>\n
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\u2019t rest until she knows I\u2019m safe. It tears me apart inside knowing her attempt to rescue me will probably end up costing her her life.<\/p>\n
We reach the top of the stairs. He directs me around another corner to a large observation area. There\u2019s a glass partition four feet high with a metal rail on top to keep the public from pitching forward into the tank. But it\u2019s folded open in two places like a couple of gates, no doubt to allow employees access into the tank itself.<\/p>\n
The bastard walks me toward the farthest one and stands me close to the edge. One false step and I\u2019ll find myself literally swimming with the fishes with my arms taped behind my back.<\/p>\n
My eyes settle on something lying over in the corner in the shadows. I inhale sharply, knowing in an instant I\u2019m dead.<\/p>\n
There\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n
Andria and I are to be tossed into the tank. We\u2019ll end up like Shiori and Emiko. It\u2019s as though both girls are now waiting for us to join them.<\/p>\n
I start to whimper as my breath catches in my throat. I feel like I\u2019m going to start hyperventilating any second now. My pussy is drenched from a fearful arousal.<\/p>\n
The man calmly walks over and picks up one of the blocks, bringing it back to me. I\u2019m suddenly frozen with terror. All I can do is whimper helplessly as he bends down and removes my shoes and socks.<\/p>\n
He ties my ankles together with the free end of the rope. I whimper in fright, my pussy throbbing with a terrible arousal. I\u2019ll soon be joining Shiori and Emiko. No doubt, Andria will be joining us all.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour friend must know we mean business, senorita,\u201d he says sympathetically. \u201cIt will not be much longer. Try not to be frightened.\u201d<\/p>\n
I whimper anxiously, and I can\u2019t help squirming around a little. \u201cFUCK YOU!\u201d my mind screams at him. \u201cTRY NOT TO BE FRIGHTENED?? IT\u2019S TOO DAMNED LATE FOR THAT!! I\u2019M FRIGHTENED OUT OF MY WITS!!\u201d<\/p>\n
He gives a final tug to make sure the rope is secure. Then that damn knife comes out again. For a second I\u2019m afraid he\u2019s actually going to cut me.<\/p>\n
He starts slicing away my clothes, humiliating me even more. In no time at all I\u2019m naked and trembling. Now I\u2019m even more certain I\u2019m going to end up just like my two naked friends at the bottom of the tank.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m hoping he doesn\u2019t notice my wetness. If he does, he makes no mention of it. \u201cNow we wait,\u201d he says quietly.<\/p>\n
I hyperventilate through my nose, my breathing hard and labored. About 20 minutes later I feel a door closing inside the building. There\u2019s a quiet whoosh as though the air pressure has changed just a little bit, enough for me to notice a disturbance.<\/p>\n
\u201cGO AWAY, ANDRIA!\u201d my mind pleads as tears well up in my eyes.<\/p>\n
2009; 2021 (written May 26 \u201909; ed. Jul 21 \u201821 by riwa)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Shelly is kidnapped and taken to an aquarium where she discovers her new friends from the reef are dead. Will Andria arrive to rescue her in time? Continue reading