Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 6

CHAPTER TWO

MEETING THE MADMAN

The next morning the Whisperer’s visitation wasn’t nearly as scary. In the light of day, it seemed to her that the odds were good that it was some kind of hoax. Maybe it was just some harmless pervert with a microphone, and maybe he tried this approach with many women, hoping eventually one of them would succumb and throw herself into his arms. After all, the Whisperer would have to be psychic to truly know her secret, wouldn’t he? And Jessica didn’t believe in psychics.

She spent a quarter of an hour searching her room for speakers, cameras, or unexplained wires, but she found nothing. There was a small heating vent in the foor, just beneath the head of her bed, and she decided the voice must have come through it. She was relieved that there was no hidden camera aimed at her bed.

Wearing a loose, comfortable tee-shirt that said “What, me worry?”, skin-tight black leggings and thick sneakers, Jessica climbed the stairs, crossed the roof and entered the dark theater. David, Sarah and Tina were already in the lobby, where the usual coffee and donuts had been laid out for breakfast. They were sipping coffee from styrofoam cups, but only David was trying one of the sticky, sugar-coated donuts. When Jessica saw the tight, sexy little top Sarah was wearing, she stepped quickly back into the shadows and tied up her tee-shirt under her breasts, leaving her ridged, fat belly bare. Then she joined her friends with a bright smile.

The girls voted unanimously to go out for breakfast, and David joined them. When they returned, Ira put them immediately to work running lines for scene four, but he pulled Jessica aside as the others began. He was even more nervous than usual, and after a lot of stammering, he asked her the question that was on his mind.

“I noticed you were a little jumpy yesterday,” he said. “I hope this question won’t alarm you, but have you seen a stranger in the theater? A tall man who hides his face?”

Jessica stared at him. “Yes!” she said emphatically. “Yesterday I saw him in the shadows backstage, and then later he talked to me, through the scrim. He sounded sort of crazy. Who is he?”

Ira stammered even more. “He’s… just some guy. W-we don’t know, he sometimes sneaks into the theater and lurks around. We… we’ve had trouble with him before. We try to keep him out, but he sometimes gets in anyway. But, listen, Jessica, he might be dangerous. I want you to stay away from him, okay? Don’t talk to him, don’t let him near you. If you see him, tell someone right away so we can get him out of here. Okay?”

“Okay,” said Jessica slowly, looking sideways at the director. The wiry little man was sweating and stammering, and the way he was talking, he sounded scared. Really scared. “Is there something you’re not telling me, Ira?” she asked.

“N-no,” he said, but his reaction belied the denial. “I mean, just that we’ve had trouble with him, that’s all… He’s a… a troublemaker. We don’t know what he’ll do, but sometimes he… well, just be careful, okay? Don’t go off alone or anything, stay with the group. Okay?”

“Okay,” Jessica said again, and Ira scooted away before she could say more. She hadn’t been able to tell Ira about the Whisperer’s voice in her room, because it had been far too personal. But now she remembered the conversation, and what the Whisperer had said about watching for him tomorrow, and she shuddered inwardly.

The day rolled on, and Jessica contrived to be around the others every minute. It was a busy, productive day, and they got scene four blocked out almost entirely. It was while they were on their sixth run-through of the party sequence that it happened. There was no warning, and Jessica had no idea she was even in danger until it was too late.

She was the last one to enter the party scene, so while the others were onstage, she was in the left wing, standing behind the curtain, waiting for her cue to enter. She wasn’t alone. She was in full view of both David and Sarah, but they were looking at each other, concentrating on their complex verbal exchange.

Suddenly a leather-gloved hand reached around from behind her and clamped itself over her mouth, dragging her backwards with such force that she was swept off her feet. Her surprise was so total that she barely made a sound as she was dragged into the darkness. When she drew a breath to scream, her abductor’s other arm wrapped itself around her throat, cutting off her air and turning her shriek into a choked gasp. He shook her back and forth like a rag doll, frightening and disorienting her, keeping her from getting her feet under her as he dragged her relentlessly back- wards. Then they passed through a low door which closed behind them, and Jessica found herself in a small, close room, lit only by a soft, yellow light shining in through a second door. She was dragged through that door, and it, too, closed behind her.