Searching At The End
When she cries out, he stumbled out of bed to rush down the hall to his room. Appearing to be in the middle of a nightmare, he reached over to wake her gently, but her haunting words stopped him dead in his tracks. She's begging not to be touched again and to be freed. "How can I live with myself after what I have done"?
Storming down the stairs, he slams his way outside cursing his very existence. 3:00 p.m. is too late to meet up with Jake; it has to be now. He made the arrangements to meet in an hour and moved back inside to grab clothes. All of his things are in the closet. Troy does not know if he could bear the look on her face when he goes to his room; nevertheless, there is no way he could go naked. Opting for the clothes he took off last night; he went to the guest room across the hall from his bedroom. he calls out " make yourself at home; I'll be back in two hours," and leaves quietly.
The drive down the mountain is the longest of his life. "What the hell am I going to tell Jake Hey Buddy, I found a broken and bloody woman and decided to take advantage of her. Now she is so traumatized that she is having nightmares about me touching her again." "How do I explain my need to possess and claim this innocent woman? Why is the obsession to be the first and last man to ever take her body, heart, and soul, consuming me? These thoughts have taken his control and shredded it to pieces. His actions have been unpredictable, unforgivable.
His need to fix this and help her is so great, the pain in his gut so crippling, that he couldn't remember the twenty-mile drive down the winding road. On his bike, that would have been a death sentence.
However, he kept his Ford F350 on site for unpredictable weather. Before he knew it, he was parked at the general store. Knowing Jake is still at least twenty minutes away; he went into the store for much-needed supplies. She will need more than chicken broth and Jell-O to give her strength. Moving back out to his truck to load his groceries, he climbed back inside the cab to wait for an ass chewing of a lifetime.
Leaning against the wheel with his face buried in his hands, a knock on the window jerks his head up. Jake takes in his appearance, and he could tell by the look on his face, he thinks someone died. Slowly he nodded, moves from the truck and heads to the coffee shop at the back of the store in silence.
"Whatever it is we can fix it." He pulls him into a one-arm hug. "You've got me worried here, Mate; talk to me."
He relayed details from pulling onto his drive that fateful afternoon till now, leaving out the intimate details of the most incredible sex he ever had. The look on Jake's face appears to him that either he is as disgusted with him as he was, or is he appalled with the situation of his mystery guest? He sat in silence waiting for him to say something that will ease his conscience, however, what comes next is his worst nightmare.
"Troy, what I'm about to tell you goes no further than this cafe."
A long pause has him shifting in his seat. Jake looks around to make sure they were the only ones within hearing distance.
"I have been undercover, investigating a human trafficking organization that has been kidnapping college age girls and selling them to foreign countries. There is a high demand for young, innocent, American girls that are to be sold to the Russian Mafia. As of Friday, I am to be stationed in a house four hours from here to guard product. There is conditioning that takes place in the house that is BDSM, and they know I have D's training. I wasn't scheduled to go in until Monday, but I was called in early because two of the guards stationed in the house took off with one of the products. The organization believes they were trying to make a black market deal with one of the more unruly girls. The boss discovered that the guards were taking her to Canada to sell her to a different organization. The money they would have gotten from her sale would have allowed them to disappear or stay in Canada to hide behind the skirts of the Canadian organization. It is my understanding that a GPS tracker led them to a hillside twenty miles up the mountain. It's believed that they got off of Interstate 91 in Hartford to lose a tail and that is why they ended up in this area they found the guards dead but did not find the product. Their car rolled down the mountain, throwing one guard out, crushing him by the rolling vehicle−The other guard was found in the car with his neck broken. There was blood all over the broken back window, so they are assuming the product was drug off by wild animals since her body has not been found.
Although they believe she may be dead, they won't stop looking for her until they recover the body or have proof of life. Even though they take very strict measures to ensure anonymity, they believe this girl was very smart and paid close enough attention to what she had seen or heard; she could compromise their whole organization and they will stop at nothing to get her back."
His heart stops beating and then doubles in rate. His face became green, and he felt like he's going to lose his coffee. "Is it possible that my girl is the missing product? Jake has no idea that my property is twenty miles up the mountain. I have never shared the location with anyone. Is it a coincidence, or somehow has she managed to escape a horrible fate that no woman should endure? She was a virgin, I am sure of that, and she has suffered some horrific trauma that caused her memory loss. Is it possible that even now she remembers things about her abduction and what happened to her? She was crying out, "don't touch me, please let me go," maybe that wasn't about me at all. Suddenly he feels lighter, and the burden of taking advantage is lessened a little".
"Jake has been looking at me as if I've grown another head. I'm sure the slight smile on my lips does not bring him comfort as it does me. I'm ecstatic that she's probably not horrified with the intimacy we've shared but maybe it's her memory coming back, and that was why she was crying out. I feel panicked now that I have left her alone, scared, and vulnerable. No one can get in unless she allows someone inside, but that doesn't mean she can't get out. I left in a hurry; what if she thinks it was because of something she did? What if she thinks I have abandoned her and she chooses to leave the house?
"Jake, I gotta go. When I have more info, I will call you. While undercover try to get info about the missing girl and I'll help out if I can. I'm not so sure that I don't have her. She has no memory of what happened to her, but I will dig to see if I can jog her memory." Rushing out the door, he calls back, "coffees on you," jump in his truck and left hurriedly up the mountain. "