Phyllis: Part Fifteen

This is the fifteenth part of a fiction serial, in 730 words.

Terence was able to park the car very close to where he had taken it. Once back inside his flat, he was pleased to see that Clive had not soiled the bed during his absence. After stashing the DVDs and his phone in a box placed inside his fridge, he went back into the bedroom to talk to the man tied to his bed.

Pulling off the leather hood and gag, he sat on the end of the bed. Clive spoke first. “That was amazing? How long have I been here? You have no idea of time in this situation”. Staying in character as Phyllis, Terence dangled the car keys in front of Clive’s face.

“It’s been a while, dear Clive. I took a little trip to your house, and found it very interesting. We are going to have to have a serious talk about what I found there”. Clive looked confused at first, then his face flushed with embarrassment as realisation set in. Terence smiled as he continued. “Nice little torture chamber you have there, and the DVDs were very interesting to watch. I’m assuming that those schoolkids were around fourteen or fifteen? I’m sure you paid them handsomely for their services, but tut-tut. They are underage, and you must have known that”.

Clive pulled at the straps. Considering they were his straps, and he knew how strong they were, that seemed futile. He glared at Terence without speaking.

“Dear Clive, this is what is going to happen. You are going to log into your online banking, then I am going to transfer eighty thousand pounds to myself. If you fail to do this, the photos I took and the DVDs I stole will all be in the hands of the police in Derby before nighfall. And don’t even think about becoming violent, or refusing the transfer, as I have left my phone and your details with my solicitor, along with the DVDs. I called in on him on the way back. He will open the parcel in the event that he doesn’t hear from me by nine tomorrow morning”.

That was all nonsense of course. Terence didn’t have a solicitor, but Clive was talking to Phyllis, and as far as he was concerned, he presumed she would have one.

Still refusing to speak, Clive nodded. Terence freed Clive’s right hand from the restraints and passed him the laptop. After a few taps, Clive looked away, and pushed the laptop back to him. Terence hesitated for a second. The banking details would be accessible to Clive, as would his real name. Phyllis as an identity would be lost. But it was a lot of money, so he completed the transfer, waiting until the confirmation appeared on the screen.

“Okay, I am going to untie you now, and leave you to get dressed. Don’t forget, any funny business, and it all comes out in the open. I don’t think you would enjoy being in prison as an abuser of underage kids, do you?”

He freed the man from the straps carefully. He was chubby, and unlikely to become violent. But you never knew how someone might react in that situation. So he stayed in the bedroom and waited until Clive was dressed and ready to leave. Clive had said nothing since it had all started. But when he got his keys back, he stood quietly for a moment before speaking.

“Whoever you are, you have made a big mistake. I know people. People who will do very bad things to you for not much money. Certainly not as much as you have taken me for. And you think you are clever because you know I thought you were a woman? Well, that has made it twice as bad as it could have been, believe me. I can take my revenge on you without being remotely involved, you should know that. I will have solid alibis, witnesses, and a flawless character with no police record. You chose the wrong man, Phyllis. Or whatever your name is”.

Deciding to brazen it out, Terence scoffed. “Oh yeah. Big man. You know people. Blah, blah, blah. You’re a car salesman, Clive, and you live a twisted lifestyle. You want all that to come out? Go on then, bring it on!”

It was only once Clive had left the flat that he started to worry.

38 thoughts on “Phyllis: Part Fifteen

  1. (1) Terence was pleased to see that Clive had not soiled the bed during his absence. Had he done so, that would have been a dirty shame.
    (2) Terence stashed the DVDs and phone in the fridge. Well, at least they won’t spoil.
    (3) Bad citation: “I’m sure you paid that underage Egyptian boy handsomely for his services, but Tut-Tut, wait till he’s king! He’ll ram an obelisk way up where Ra don’t shine.”
    (4) Overheard:
    Phyllis/Terence: “I don’t think you would enjoy being in prison as an abuser of underage kids, do you?”
    Clive: “I didn’t know they had underage kids in prison. But, yeah, I’d enjoy that.”
    (5) Overheard:
    Clive: “I can take my revenge on you without being remotely involved.”
    Phyllis/Terence: “So you’ll be closely involved?”
    (6) Overheard:
    Phyllis/Terence: “Oh yeah. Big man. You know people. Blah, blah, blah.”
    Clive: “Oh, that’s just for starters! I know people named Blaher, Blahire, Blahl, Blahnik, Blahova, and Blahy!”
    (7) Now that Clive has left the flat, Terence is flat out worried…


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