The Biker's Fate Chapter 506

Before anyone said anything else, bright light hit my eyes and I instinctively threw an arm over my face to block it, realizing I could move, and making a move to do so.

I didn't get far.

"Nice try," Denny growled, grabbing my arms, and lifting me off the ground, slamming me roughly onto a chair. I couldn't stop a groan as pain shot up my side. He then zip tied my wrists and ankles to the chair.

"Make sure they're tight, boy. This one's a runner," Mama said.

"What do you want?" I asked looking up at my jailor. He was tall and skinny, with greasy, dark hair, and tattoos covering pretty much every inch of the skin I could see, including his face. Not to mention, what teeth he did have left in his mouth were either yellow or black. This young man had made some choices.

I glanced around to see I was in the parlor of an older home that had seen better days. Much better days. It had clearly been renovated in the 1970's and never again since. The room was adorned with dark simulated wood paneling, complete with wall-to-wall Pepsi colored shag carpet, whether direct from the factory or from years of wear and tear, I didn't know. I didn't want to know.

An even younger girl pushed Denny aside and stood in front of me. "Oh my lord, Melody Morgan, it's really you!"

"I know you," I breathed out. "I saw you at Fanfest."

"Step aside, Carrie," Mama demanded.

It was then I realized the young girl was Carrie Harker. The one Gill had been arrested for grooming and having inappropriate contact with. She was the one who'd been stalking me at Fanfest.

The woman shoved Carrie aside and I saw the resemblance, so deduced this woman was her mother. Although, it appeared Carrie's mother had also made the same choices Denny apparently had, there was no doubt they were all related.

"Mama," Carrie whined. "I was talking to her."

"You shut your spoiled little mouth. This is all for you, so you'd better show your Mama some goddamned gratitude, or you can spend the night in the hole."

"Yes, Mama," Carrie replied.

"What do you want?" I asked. My mouth dry.

"Well, I'm glad you asked," Mama crooned. "Straight down to business. I like that."

"I don't really give a fuck what you like," I rasped. "What do you want?"

My comment was rewarded with a hard slap across my face. I let out a hiss, unable to do anything else to ease the sting.

"Let's try this again." Mama scowled. "This time without any of your sass."

I said nothing.

"Good," Mama said. "Now that you understand who's in charge here. I want you to hire Gill back."

"What?"

"You heard me. You're going to re-hire Gill Crenshaw and tell the cops that everything with Carrie was just a big misunderstanding."

"You're out of your mind. Why would I do that?"

"'Cause we's got a little girl here who's gonna marry him. And he promised her a record deal on the new label he's starting. This girl here's got talent and he's gonna help make her rich and famous with all his connections."

Carrie smiled wide and nodded. "I'm gonna be a star like you."

"Honey, you're fourteen," I said.

"You were already famous when you was six," Carrie said. "And Mama says I can have a car when I get rich. And Gill promised I can have my very own baby."

"Jesus," I hissed, glaring up at Carrie's mother. "You cannot really mean to sell her to a man like Gill Crenshaw. He is a predator."

"Of course he is, sweet cheeks. Why do you think I put Carrie onto him? I troll all the sites where these guys are."

"You were pimping her out?" I asked in horror.

"All men are pigs," her mother said. "Might as well find her a rich one. Give her a chance to buy a life."

"It sounds like you're selling her so you can buy more meth," I snapped.

"Fuck you," the woman snapped. "What do you know about anything? You come in here on your high horse judgin' me."

"You knocked me out and threw me in a wardrobe case, psycho. You kidnapped me and brought me to your… ah… home. There are no fucking horses here, high or otherwise," I pointed out.

"This here is my house," Denny said, puffing out his chest. "Mama gave it to me. She don't live here no more."

"I feel sick," I ground out.

"Oh, that's the K," Denny said.

"The what?"

"Vitamin K. Ketamine. It helps you do what we want you to do. You'll be alright in a little while."

"Lerlene!" a gruff voice called from some other room in the house.

I rolled my eyes. Of course her name was Lerlene. How perfectly backwoods, and Deliverance was the name Lerlene Harker.

Jesus. I was in hell.

Lerlene turned to her son. "Watch her while I deal with Barry."

"Yes, Mama."

"Did you remember to get more gloves?"

"Yes, Mama. They're right outside the door. Right next to Barry's bucket.

"Good," Mama said and stormed off.

Denny stared at me with dead eyes. His face frozen in a creepy half-grin.

"You really wanna see something, you should she Mama feed Barry," he said.

What kind of house of horrors was this?

Lerlene had been gone for no more than a minute before Denny said, "I gotta drain my main vein."

Lovely.

"Now, if you promise to be a good little girl and not to do anything stupid, I can go in the bathroom," he said, undoing his belt buckle. "Or I can whip it out right now and piss all over your pretty face."

"I promise," I said, fighting the urge to gag.

"Promise what?" he asked, beginning to unzip his fly.

"I promise I'll be a good girl," I rasped.

"You'd better, 'cause this ain't the only gun I got for you, bitch." He grabbed his crotch before turning to Carrie. "You keep an eye on her, you hear? You holler if she so much as blinks funny," Denny said to Carrie. "You, hear me girl?"

Carrie nodded and Denny went into the bathroom.

"I'm real sorry about my brother, Melody," Carrie said. "He don't know how to act when we got fancy company over. He thinks he knows everything about show business 'cause he works maintenance at the arena, but I think he's lying about half of the music stars he says he met."

"Honey, you need to help me get out of here," I whispered.

"Oh, I couldn't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because then Mama will get mad. Plus, then she won't help me marry Gill."

I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. Once I felt I could not say something I'd regret, I smiled up at her. "I think you can do better than Gill, Carrie."

"Really? Like who?"

"Anyone, honey. Literally."

"Bam Nelson?"

"What? No. Bam is way too old for you as well," I breathed out. "Why don't you date someone your own age? Isn't there someone in your class you like?"

"They all look like Denny."

I forced myself not to gag, once again. "Right. Well, life isn't all about looks."

"But you're the prettiest singer of all of them."

"Thank you. But I'd like to think I have a singing career because I worked really hard. Have you ever worked really hard at something?" I asked.

"Last year, I came in third at the spelling bee."

"See, that's great. You're using your brain."

"Shit all good it did me. I lost on sphynx. Who the fuck cares about that cat lady from Africa anyway?"

"It's in Egypt."

"Huh?"

"Never mind, honey, sphynx is a hard word," I said. I heard the toilet flush and grabbed Carrie's hand. "Please Carrie. Will you help me?"

"I don't know…"

Before she could finish her sentence, Denny walked out of the bathroom.

"What the fuck are you talkin' to my sister for?" Denny demanded and backhanded me, before grabbing a roll of duct tape from the table and taping my mouth shut.