It Pays To Be The Boss

Ramsey

"The assailant left the 25-year old woman who cannot be named due to the ongoing police investigation in a barely alive state to rot in the basement of a derelict building. An aspiring architect, the young woman was taken on her way to work from the North Beach Area in the early morning on June 20th. She was drugged and kidnapped in the middle of a busy street. The Authorities request the residents in the area to remain vigilant and cautious. Currently, they are canvassing the area for witnesses and checking out the CCTV footage installed in nearby businesses and stores. So far no one has come forward with any information on the assailant or his accomplices. According to the statement made by the victim, she came to and found herself in a dark room. She was tied, beaten repeatedly and tortured physically for days by a masked man. Not provided any food or water, she lost track of the days and had given up hope of surviving the ordeal. Our sources have informed us that the survivor of this shocking and merciless attack claims that another lady had found her and after calming her down, helped her escape..."

He came out of his washroom having just finished showering in a white Egyptian Cotton towel. Grabbing the remote laying on his bed he increased the volume of the TV to catch the tail end of the morning news report.

"...The police so far have no leads on the assailant or any corroborating evidence to support the survivor's claims of a woman having helped her escape. After having been tortured and bearing merciless brutality for a couple of weeks it seems unlikely that witness testimony is reliable. It seems that this woman who helps tortured women escape from dangerous situations has now become some kind of urban legend. No witnesses have ever managed to describe any identifying physical characteristics or even the tone of her voice. In the past, this channel has also run stories where survivors suffering domestic abuse, rape and been kidnapped by violent criminals or human trafficking rings had come forward to claim their savior, now dubbed as the Lady of Hope. Now let us go to our experts in the field to weigh in on this latest incident...

Having seen and heard all the pertinent facts, he felt a stab of shock and prickling at the nape of his neck. He switched off the TV and got dressed for work.

"Fucking hell," This was not a good start to his day. His Jaguar XJ had broken down suddenly and he got out popping the hood of the car to investigate what had caused the sudden problem. Wasting precious minutes, since he had to get to a meeting in 30 minutes and was still an hour away from his destination, he removed his frustration by kicking the tire. Sighing loudly, he grabbed his smartphone from the inner pocket of his coat jacket and swiped to order a spare car to his secreatary, "Meet me at the corner of Union Square and get someone to look at my Jag," He disconnected.

Deciding to stroll through the busy square and make his excuses to the prospective client he was supposed to be meeting he figured he'd be waiting for a while since his office was 20 minutes away. An old woman suddenly grabbed his arm as he bought the phone to his ear, "Don't do it. Don't...."

"What the hell?" He tried to pull his hand away from the death hold the old woman had trying not to hurt her. But no dice.

"Death and evil surround you, my boy. Don't give in to the temptation."

He went still and looked into the woman's rheumy eyes. She was a small woman dressed in a dirty gown, the color indistinguishable from the brown mess it was in now, her short hair flying in a frizzy haphazard mess.

"She will come to you. The one you're finding. But you have to choose. Don't do it."

Feeling a shiver run down his spine in premonition, he chose not to ignore what his instincts were screaming at him, "Who will come? What shouldn't I do?"

"Get seduced by the darkness. Hope will come."

"Wha-"

The old woman let go suddenly and he dropped the phone in his hand.

"What are young doing, Agnes? Leave the poor man alone."

"Evil and darkness. Light and night. Hope and monster, likely they shall never meet," She cackled and strolled away.

"I-" She gasped. He finally bought his gaze from the crazy old woman who'd accosted him to the gorgeous woman standing before him and for a moment as he heard the sexy hitched sound he felt like returning the sentiment. It felt like the whole world faded away.

Long, dark brown hair encased an unforgettable face. Alabaster skin dipped in peaches and milk with eyes, a rare shade of moss and fern, a pert nose that lead to wide and imminently fuckable lips. His gaze roamed over her delicate features and immediately envisioned those luscious bow-shaped lips wrapped around his cock. As his brain proceeded to create X-rated images of the both of them wrapped and surrounded in and around each other, he shook his head.

What the fuck? What the hell kind of witchcraft did this woman possess?

Thoroughly shaken by the crazy old bat and now this woman, he was brought to his senses by a horn honking in the near vicinity.

"I'm sorry for old Agnes. She has a habit of sneaking up on people and freaking them out with her brand of crazy. She calls them prophecies and fancies herself a little bit of a witch since she has some gypsy in her blood. I hope she didn't freak you out too much," She bent to grab the phone and he finally got a glimpse of the hourglass figure with a bubble butt encased in tight jeans and a white shirt to go with her beautiful face.

Fuck.

"I don't take you to be the superstitious kind or do you believe in the supernatural?" She joked and held out his phone gesturing to him with her eyes to take.

He couldn't make a move, "I don't."

"Phew, that's good then. Anything is only as valuable as the importance you attach to it. Here you go," She held out the phone again.

It was the strangest feeling. He didn't want to end this. Whatever the fuck this was. He felt as if he let her go now, she would disappear and it would take all his life to search for her.

He finally grabbed the phone, purposely brushing his fingers against her when all he wanted to do was grab her hand and beg her to quench the need in him.

"Thanks."

"You're-" She gasped again and her eyes widened for a moment before she closed them and swayed faintly. The sound and her reaction immediately shot blood right down his dick and now he was sporting a semi in the middle of fucking Union Square.

***

"Mama I helped her. She was different. I couldn't let her…I did good right?"

"Yes darling, you did well. But he still has to avenge our deaths. We can't stay like this..."

"Yes mama, he will. I'll make sure he will."

He entered the room and saw a child in a white sleeveless dress with a pink bow at her waist. She had blonde hair and blue eyes and was talking with a woman. The woman looked so ethereally beautiful that the scene seemed conjured from one of the heavens' paintings. His heart ached and a sense of such profound longing and grief swept over him that he felt unable to breathe. A sheen of moisture filmed his vision and he turned around and left the room.

"Why does daddy always cry when he sees us?"

"Daddy doesn't know that we stayed darling. He doesn't know."