Forever Mine

Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

DAKOTA

I was going to be sick…again. I’d already thrown up once and was forced to clean it up, and I was trying really hard not to let it happen again. But…it wasn’t easy. Especially with my head still swimming.

I’d never had a concussion before, but I had enough experience with it to realize what this was. Dr. Kiley should know too, obviously, but he was either so lost in his delusions by now that he didn’t notice, or he just didn’t give a fuck anymore. Either way, he still hauled me up by my hair and shoved me into the kitchen, to “make him a proper dinner” while he got appropriate clothing for me. I didn’t know what the fuck that meant, and I didn’t want to know.

The fucking chain was long enough to reach the kitchen, but not long enough to escape. Plus, Jay was still unconscious and now securely strapped to the chair in the opposite corner from the one I was chained to. I’d have to somehow get unhooked, get to him, get him unchooked, and get us the fuck out of here before Dr. Kiley came back. With a concussion. It was unlikely.

As quickly as I could, I dug through the drawers, hoping to find something. A knife, a phone, anything. But they were empty. Even all the bowls were plastic, and so were the mixing spoons. There was nothing that would do damage or allow me to call for help. He was ready for this.

Well, sort of. The whole ride here he blabbed on and on about how he wasn’t ready for me. Jay was supposed to be dead first, and then he’d sweep in, I guess. Then, when I fell in love with him, he’d bring me here and make me his housewife. His words, not mine. Dr. Kiley was chatty on the ride though, so at least I kind of understood what happened. He had been watching me for years, biding his time. He hadn’t planned on the notes or the blatant stalking, but my serious relationship with Jay changed his plans. He said he snapped, and acted out of character.

One thousand diagnoses ran through my head as he spoke, but none of it mattered now. I tried to soak in as much information as I could at the time, even though I was terrified. It was his cousin that cloned out phones and was recording us. I guess Dr. Kiley had something on the guy and he blackmailed him for help. I shivered, feeling exposed, even just thinking about it.

I…honestly was too woozy to process it all. I opened the fridge. What the fuck did he even want me to cook? All I could find was bread and lunch meat turkey.

I couldn’t believe how horribly wrong everything went. All I’d wanted to do was stall Dr. Kiley long enough for Beck and Wes or the cops to get there. I wasn’t prepared for the gun. He had me in the car and flew out of the lot before anyone showed up.

The one good thing about all of it, was that since I took Dr. Kiley by surprise, he wasn’t completely prepared to take me. The cuffs he had in his glove box, which was fucking disconcerting, but I had a makeshift blindfold with a t-shirt and a sock shoved in my mouth before I was thrown into the back seat. It meant that I was able to get the blindfold off enough to see where we were and I knew exactly where it was.

I thought all the way back to months ago when I ran to the grocery store before going to the family dinner and I ran into Dr. Kiley. He had said he had a house in the area and apparently, that wasn’t a lie. The sick fuck was holding us only about five miles from my parents’ house.

The way he took us, though, it took nearly an hour to get to the neighborhood. The doctor was paranoid and drove in convoluted circles to “throw off the trail.” I still recognized where we were. If I could find a way out…

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Dr. Kiley walked back into the room, carrying a bundle of clothes in his arms. My throat went dry. I could only imagine what he thought was “appropriate” clothing. Dr. Kiley walked over to Jay, but luckily only checked his pulse.

He glanced at me. “Don’t worry, he’s still breathing.” Holy hell, I didn’t even realize how worried I was until now. I was trying to compartmentalize, not focus on the things I couldn’t control, but Jay had been still for a long time. Too long and he was still steadily losing blood. He needed help, and fast. Where the fuck were the police?

Dr. Kiley walked into the kitchen and frowned. “You still haven’t prepared dinner.”

I gave him a scathing look. “You only have bread and turkey. What do you want from me?”

“A good housewife can always fix something from nothing.”

I snorted. How did I never notice how unhinged Dr. Kiley was? Did he really hide it this well, or was I blind? “Did you take that right out of a 1956 edition of Good Housekeeping ?” The flush on his face made me think I was more correct than I expected.

“Make me a sandwich then,” he sounded like every fucking stereotypical dude-bro ever. “Tomorrow I’ll make sure you have more options. I wasn’t prepared for you,” he reminded me.

“Yeah, yeah. You said that already.”

The slap wasn’t unexpected, but it still fucking hurt. “You’re racking up a slew of offenses. I hope you’re prepared to pay the consequences, young lady.”

Out of all the craziness, that part was where I was having the hardest issue. I understood feminization kink, and as long as everyone was consenting, then there were no issues. I couldn’t decide if Dr. Kiley had that kink or if he somehow believed I was a woman? I guess it didn’t matter in the long run though.

I didn’t bother to respond and went to the fridge, my cheek stinging. Making a sandwich with my hands cuffed in front of me was harder than I thought it would be, but I managed. I wanted to spit in it so fucking badly, but he was watching me carefully, so I restrained myself. With the concussion, I didn’t want to risk another slap.

When I finished, he gestured to the table and I put the food down. “There’s wine in the cabinet next to the fridge. Pour me a glass.”

I went to the cabinet and almost cried in relief at the glass bottle. I poured him some in a plastic wine glass and put it down on the counter. I had to be patient and bide my time, but if I found one mistake, I could find more.

He pointed to the clothes. “First things first, you must be dressed appropriately. I expect my wife to always be freshened up and wearing her best during meals.” It was hard to believe he was serious but the look in his eyes said otherwise. He believed this shit, and since I was still wearing my dirty scrubs, that clearly didn’t count.

He unfolded the bundle of clothing. It wasn’t a huge shock to see a pale pink dress with tiny, little flowers on it. He had a fucking theme. He also had a pair of lace panties, thigh- high stockings, and a fucking pearl necklace.

“Take off your scrubs. You won’t need those anymore. I won’t allow my wife to work.”

My jaw tensed but I managed to keep my mouth shut. I was a little relieved Jay was still unconscious. He would be losing his shit.

“How do you expect me to do that?” I lifted my cuffed hands. His eyes narrowed, clearly annoyed, but he pulled a key out of his pocket.

“No funny business or I hurt him.” He gestured at Jay. Hell. I still had the collar on, even if he removed the cuffs. I didn’t think I could make my move yet. I nodded and held out my hands. He unlocked them and then immediately stepped out of my reach. Dr. Kiley gestured to the clothing.

“Go on.”

“Are you going to watch me?”

“Yes.” Of fucking course.

My nudity never really bothered me. I’d changed in front of countless people before. But Dr. Kiley’s hungry eyes roving my body as I took off my scrubs and tossed them to theside made me more uncomfortable than probably anything in my life. It felt like such a violation. Even if he wasn’t touching me, it made me feel dirty. Wrong.

I stood there in my boxer briefs, glad I wasn’t wearing a jock. “Those too.”

“Are you fucking serious?” He picked up the gun and pointed it at Jay.

“Fuck. Okay, fuck.” I took off my underwear and immediately covered myself up with my hands. I thought Dr. Kiley might stop me, but he didn’t even look down at my privates.

“Get dressed.” I felt so exposed, so I grabbed the clothes and didn’t waste any time. The dress wasn’t designed for men, and the fit was all off. It was too tight around my shoulders and chest and didn’t zip up in the back, but sat baggy around my hips, and was way too short. Even though I wasn’t that tall, this thing had to be designed for a very petite woman. The underwear fit a little better, but also clearly wasn’t designed for men, and uncomfortably squeezed my cock and balls. The stockings were too tight around my thighs.

I had to look fucking ridiculous, but the doctor didn’t seem to notice. His expression turned hungry and he took a step toward me. I stumbled back before I even realized what I was doing.

That seemed to shake him out of whatever that was, and he blinked a couple times before grabbing the cuffs. This time he cuffed me behind my back. Fuck, I should’ve tried to make my move then.

“You know they make clothes like this to fit men right? Unless this was another thing you didn’t have time to be prepared for?”

Dr. Kiley seemed genuinely confused, “Why would I do that?”

There was no point in arguing with him. I hoped to be out of here sooner rather than later, anyway.

“You can kneel here while I eat.”

I glared but obeyed. The gun was right there. I needed to pick my battles.

While Dr. Kiley ate, he turned on the TV which was on a local news station.

“Chaos ensued at St. Mary’s Memorial Hospital today when a doctor was accused of kidnapping two people today.”

The doctor froze and I perked up, sitting up on my knees so I could see.

“Today at approximately 7:45 a.m., police were made aware of an incident at St. Mary’s Memorial when allegedly a Dr. Mitchell Kiley took a nurse and another man from the hospital against their will.”

I looked at Dr. Kiley. He white-knuckled his wine glass as he bore a hole into the TV. His whole body was shaking with rage. He clearly didn’t expect that.

Honestly, neither did I. With the way the cops handled our police report, I didn’t know if they’d even respond to my call. Then again, our getaway wasn’t inconspicuous, and there was plenty of surveillance in the hospital.

I didn’t know what to make of this though. Would this make things better or worse?

I was jarred out of my thoughts when my picture popped up on the screen. It was my hospital ID picture, which really? They didn’t have a better one to show? “Surveillance video shows thirty-five-year-old Dakota Kelly approaching Dr. Kiley at his vehicle at 7:40 a.m. this morning. Dr. Kiley then pointed a gun at him and forced him into the car before exiting the lot.”

Dr. Kiley still didn’t move. I expected him to shut it off or start raging or something. Instead, he stayed still as he listened to the report.

“Mr. Kelly had recently filed several reports with the police department regarding a potential stalker. The police declined to provide further comment on it, and details are unknown on the incidents that led to the police reports. Also believed to be taken by Dr. Kiley is twenty-five-year-old Jaylin Parks.”

Jay’s picture popped up on the screen. Unlike mine, this was a personal picture, probably provided by Beckett, since he was clearly the other guy that was blurred out. It was from the day they signed the lease on their apartment, both of them grinning and Jay was dangling a key from his finger. “Mr. Parks is the boyfriend of Mr. Kelly. He was last seen on surveillance video following Dr. Kiley down a hallway before disappearing down a hallway where the cameras were not working. Minutes later, Dr. Kiley was seen heading to his car, dragging a body bag behind him. The hospital has declined comment on how this could have happened. This is still an active investigation and police are asking for any information. If you see anything suspicious, please call the number below.”

Dr. Kiley shut the TV off and abruptly stood up. I braced myself, but he walked right past me, gun in his hand, and down the hallway I still hadn’t been in. He took the gun, but on the table was the set of keys. Holy fuck.

As quietly as I could, I stood. The damn chain only let me reach the end of the table, and with my hands cuffed behind my back I had no reach. With my eyes on the hallway, I hooked my foot on the leg of the table and dragged it forward. The dragging sound was so fucking loud, causing me to wince. I froze and waited but Dr. Kiley didn’t come back. Attempting to be quieter I continued to pull the table closer to me, inch by excruciating inch. I couldn’t risk it anymore. It was taking way too fucking long. I stretched out as far as the damn chain allowed me. It was pressing against my throat in a painful way, but I ignored it. As quietly as I could manage, I lifted my leg onto the table and kicked the keys onto the floor with an ungodly loud clang .

“Fuck.”

Jay stirred, groaning quietly. But Dr. Kiley still didn’t come out. Did he fucking leave us here? No way would we bethat lucky.

Jay moved again. “Shh, Jay. We’re gonna get out of here.” I had no idea if he heard me.

Since we seemed safe for the moment, I grabbed the keys with my foot, pulling them a little closer to me, and then knelt again.

Movies made the next part seem so much easier than it really was. It took me way too long to even pick up the damn keys, and then even longer to figure out how to unlock the cuffs, dropping them several times. By the time I finally heard the snick of the lock, I could hear Dr, Kiley moving around and muttering to himself.

I looked over at Jay, fucking shocked to see his hands free, and he was trying to wiggle out of the leather straps. He still looked dazed but he met my eyes with so much strength and determination. I didn’t have time to figure out the collar. I had just sprinted into the kitchen, grabbed the bottle of wine, and got back on my knees with the bottle hidden behind me when Dr. Kiley came back, a duffle bag over his shoulder.

“None of this is going as it was supposed to. This isn’t right. Not right.” He put the duffle bag on the table, right next to the gun. “This wasn’t the plan.” He still hadn’t glanced at Jay or me.

Dr. Kiley froze, frowning at the table that was now slanted on an angle. Fuck. “What happened?”

I didn’t answer. Dr. Kiley stomped toward me. “I said, what happened? I expect you to answer me when I speak to you.” He reached for my collar.

I didn’t hesitate. I swung the fucking bottle as hard as I could at his head. It hit him with a sickening thud but didn’t break. He fell back but was still conscious. I swung again. This time the bottle broke and Dr. Kiley collapsed. I grabbed the ring of keys.

Jay was yelling something that I assumed were encouragements as he began fighting with the straps again. I tried a key in the collar but it didn’t work. “Shit. Shit.” My hands shook as I tried for another one.

Dr. Kiley stirred but still didn’t wake. Third one was a dud too. Finally, fucking finally, the fourth one worked and the chain fell to the floor. Dr. Kiley groaned.

I ignored him completely, grabbed the gun off the table, and ran over to Jay. I put the gun on his lap. I had no idea how to use that thing, he was our better chance if we needed it. He had managed to get his arms out of the first two straps. It was enough for him to bend over and start on the ropes around his feet. I knelt behind him and started on the locks on the straps.

“So many fucking mini padlocks.” I muttered. Jay snorted around the tape that was wrapped around his head in layers and layers and covered the whole bottom half of his face, besides his nostrils. I got one undone. I was struggling on the next when Dr. Kiley cursed and climbed to his feet. “You little fucks.” He barreled toward us. Jay held up the gun, freezing him on the spot.

“Don’t fucking move, Doctor,” I supplied for Jay since he still couldn’t speak. “I promise you, Jay won’t hesitate to shoot and I doubt he’ll aim for your leg.” Jay cocked the gun.

He didn’t get the chance to shoot before police lights filled the windows, followed by the sound of sirens.

“SWAT team, drop your weapons and hands in the air!” Jay let the gun hit thefloor just as the door was kicked in and the SWAT team raided the place.