monaboyd | Secret Admirer

Title: Secret Admirer
Author:

wbearsmom
Pairing: BB/DM, EW/OB/VM implied
Rating: This chapter NC-17 for very graphic descriptions - may be offensive to some
Summary: Dom's situation is desperate.
Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION.
Feedback: Much loved and appreciated.
A/N: No beta. 10 chapters plus prologue and epilogue.
Chapter: 9

Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8

Dom had always loved spiders. The eight-legged creatures fascinated him to no end, and the bigger the spider was the more it intrigued him. So when he saw the spindly body and long legs running across the leaves, he just had to give chase. He guided the spider towards the side door of the set and watched as it ran across the asphalt into the grassy lawn near the building.

He was so engrossed with the spider that he didn't see the blow coming. He slumped to the ground, unconscious. The rock that has been used to strike him was thrown into the grass, near where the spider had disappeared. Dom was half carried, half dragged to a car where he was shoved into the back seat. His hands and feet were bound with duct tape, and he was covered with a blanket to hide him before his assailant climbed behind the wheel and drove away.

*****

Peter immediately called the police and informed them of the situation. He then called a meeting of everybody present on the soundstage. He pointed to the tech who has seen Dom go out the side door. "Did you see anything else, anyone else near that door when you saw Dom?"

The frightened young man thought for a moment. "Well, right after Dom went out I saw that PA - what's her name? The one who played rugby when she was in college."

"You mean Julia?"

"Yeah, that's her. She followed him outside. I don't know if she came back or not. I had a weta crawl up my leg."

"Has anyone seen her since then?" Peter asked. No one had. He began to get a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He paged her throughout the building, but there was no response. Another PA called her cel phone, but she didn't answer. Peter walked back over to the door to look out across the parking lot. "Is her car still here?"

The PA that had tried to call Julia looked out past him. "No. It's gone. She was parked right next to me."

Peter, the PA and Billy walked towards the empty parking space. What they saw when they got there was frightening - a partially used roll of duct tape, the leaf brooch from an elven cloak, and a foam hobbit ear covered in blood.

Billy fainted.

*****

The first thing that registered with Dom when he regained consciousness was the intense pain in his head. As his senses came back to him he realized he was lying on a cold concrete floor, unable to move his arms or legs. What the hell did I drink last night? he thought, then No - not drinking - filming. Fangorn - bugs in the studio - the spider. What the hell happened?

He opened his eyes slowly, groaning at the harsh light from the bare bulb overhead.

"It's about time you woke up." Dom was jerked upright into a sitting position. The sudden movement caused his head to throb and spin violently. He retched, vomiting all over the front of his costume.

"God, you are so pathetic!" The voice spoke again. Dom saw the flash of a knife, and felt his clothes being cut away from him. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths to calm himself. He became aware that his wrists were bound behind his back, as well as his ankles being tied - thus his inability to move his arms or legs. Understanding dawned on him - he had been kidnapped.

He opened his eyes again and focused on his assailant. It was a minute or two before a name came to him. "Julia?" he croaked.

"Shut up!" she hissed, continuing to cut away at Dom's clothing and fat suit until he was completely naked. She then stepped back, assessing the man who was now kneeling in front of her.

Dom watched her for a moment, and then looked around to try and figure out exactly how much trouble he was in. He saw that he was in some sort of storage area - a shed or garage. The shelves and tables were covered in weapons, props and bits of costumes from the film. The doors were barred from the inside - a wooden spear was threaded through some rings on the doors.

Shit, this is not good at all, he thought.

"You spoiled my Billy." Julia spat the words at Dom. He focused back on her - the stalker, he realized. "He was all sweet and loving and perfect and you stole him from me and did bad things to him and ruined him."

"He was never yours," Dom said.

"YOU LYING BASTARD!" Julia grabbed something off of the table. Dom had a brief glimpse of the object - one of Sauron's gauntlets - before Julia backhanded him across the face with it.

The force of the blow knocked Dom off balance, and he fell forward onto the concrete. As he was pulled back up to his knees he saw blood dripping on the floor. The metal plates of the gauntlet had sliced into his cheek, and the concrete floor had scraped his other cheek. He was spitting blood, too. The inside of his mouth had been ground against his teeth, cutting into the tender flesh.

Real smart, Monaghan, he said to himself. I think its time you learn to keep your mouth shut. Cheekiness is bad right now. Silence is good.

Julia began to speak again, pacing the floor in front of Dom. "I fell in love with Billy the minute I saw him. I was sent to pick him up at the airport. Him and Orlando. All the other girls think that elf-boy is so dreamy, but he's nothing compared to my Billy. Those green eyes, and the way he talks. I had to make him mine. I had to make him love me back. And I would have. I would have, except . . ." She stopped and stared at Dom.

Dom stared back at her, fear gathering in his heart. Please, God, somebody find me soon.

*****

Billy was lying on the sofa in his apartment. The other members of the fellowship were there with him - they had been banished there by Peter, who had cancelled all filming for the rest of the day. He had ordered them to stay with Billy and calm him down. Plus, he had enough to worry about without his other actors running around. Safer for them in the apartment.

They were all shifting about nervously, unable to sit still. They had wanted to help in the search for Dom, but were told that the police would handle it. So they were anxiously awaiting any news.

Sean was running a cool cloth over Billy's forehead. "Try to relax, Billy. They'll find him."

"Sean, it's been how many months since Julia - and I'm presuming it is her for obvious reasons - has been stalking me? And they never found out it was her? And now she has Dom, who she threatened to kill already . . ." Billy trailed off, trying not to cry.

Viggo walked over to the couch and looked down at the man. "I'm giving them one hour. If we don't hear anything by then, we go out."

"But Peter said -" Sean started.

"I don't give a damn what Peter says. That's our Dom who‘s missing, and if there is anything we can do, we will do it." Viggo turned on him.

Everyone nodded their agreement. Sean sighed in resignation.

*****

Peter accompanied the police to Julia's apartment. The landlord, upon learning of the situation and seeing the search warrant, quickly let them in.

The apartment looked normal until they got to the second bedroom. The room was pained green, and the walls were covered with pictures and drawings of Billy and of Scotland. The curtains were made from tartan - Peter recognized it as the Boyd clan pattern he had seen when Billy had worn his kilt to dinner one night. Notes and other items littered the floor and desk, where the computer sat. There were green candles everywhere. It was a shrine to Billy. All proof that Julia was indeed the stalker. But there was no sign of her or Dom.

A group of police officers stayed in the apartment to collect and process evidence. The other police and Peter went back outside, thanking the landlord for his cooperation. As they were about to leave, one of the other tenants of the apartment complex approached.

"Are you looking for Julia?" she asked.

"Yes," the senior officer responded. "Do you know where she is?"

"Well, I'm not sure, but I think I saw her car go down the road towards the storage sheds not too long ago."

The officer turned to the landlord. "Where is this road?"

"It's a dirt road off the back parking lot. Sheds aren't too far down the road. Can't miss them."

"Which one is Julia's?"

"They're numbered same as the apartments - number 343." The landlord accompanied the officers and Peter as they took off down the road.

*****

Dom cried out in pain as Julia picked him up and slammed him chest first into the concrete block wall. She used one hand on the back of his neck to hold him there, and began to touch his ass with her other hand. He tried to struggle, but with his hands and feet tied it was a futile effort.

"What did you do, Dominic? What did you do to my Billy? I know you fucked him. You turned him queer, but how?

"Did your queer little stupid friends fuck in front of the two of you? Did you tell him how good it felt to have a cock up your ass while you watched them fuck?" Her fingers slid into his cleft and began to circle his hole. Dom tensed. "Did you let one of them fuck you in the ass while Billy watched? Or, worse yet, did you make Billy fuck you in the ass? Tell me, Dominic."

Dominic braced himself for the invasion he was certain was coming. But Julia moved her hand away. "Faggot. You'd probably enjoy that." She turned him around, using both hands to pin him to the wall by his shoulders.

"Or did you just force yourself on him? Did you grab him and bend him over and just shove your cock into that beautiful little asshole of his? Did he scream in pain as you pounded into him over and over? I saw him, Dominic. I saw him that morning. He couldn’t sit or walk right. He hurt so badly, and it was all because of you!"

Dominic had no chance of escape. Julia swung her leg back and brought her knee into Dom's crotch with all the force she could muster. Dom yelled in agony, and fell to the floor as Julia released his shoulders. As he writhed on the concrete, she brought her leg back again, and delivered a kick into Dom's ribcage. The sickening crack was drowned out by Dom's screaming.

Julia watched Dom as he gasped in pain on the floor for a few minutes. Then she forced him up to his feet again, back against the wall. She walked over to one of the shelves, grabbed a sword and pointed it at him. "I hate you, Dominic. I hate you for ruining my Billy. I hate you so much. And now, I'm going to kill you. First, I'm going to cut off your cock and balls for what you did to my lovely Billy. And then I'm going to shove this sword into you clear to the hilt. I'm going to watch you lay there and die, Dominic, and I‘m going to laugh at you while you take your final breath. I'm going to watch as every last drop of blood runs out of your body and you are cold and blue.

"And then, when you are dead and gone, I'm going to give your cock to Billy as a wedding gift, to show him that you will never hurt him with it again."

Dom closed his eyes, saying a silent prayer for mercy and a quick death, as Julia got closer. He felt the cold steel tip of the sword touch his cock.

*****

The police, Peter and the landlord approached the storage sheds. Sure enough, they found Julia's car parked in front of number 343. One of the officers tested the doors, but they didn't budge. The decision was made, and immediately agreed to by the landlord, to use one of the squad cars and ram the doors open.

Several officers pushed Julia's car out of the way so they could get a clear run at the doors. The squad car was just getting into position when the men heard an agonized scream come from inside the building.

"Dom!" Peter gasped, recognizing the voice. A second, louder scream was heard. Peter nearly fainted.

The signal was given, and the officer driving the squad car hit the gas. The doors were smashed in, and the policemen quickly swarmed into the building.

*****

Julia jumped back a bit at the sudden burst of sunlight. She saw the police entering the building, but she was not to be denied. She quickly lunged forward with the sword.

Dom had felt Julia's momentary withdrawal. He turned his body towards the ruined doors, but he was not fast enough. He felt a sudden sharp pain where the sword bit into his flesh, and then he was falling. There was a massive explosion of pain in his head, and mercifully his world went black.

*****

Viggo got up from his chair. "That's it. It's been an hour, and there‘s been no word. It's time for us to go do something."

The other men began to get up and get ready. Sean tried one last protest. "We don't even know where to start looking. Or what we are looking for. What if we mess up?"

Viggo and Billy both gave him a withering look. The others waited, watching to see who won the battle of wills. Finally Sean threw his hands up in defeat. "Alright. You win. Let's go." They began to head for the door.

The phone rang.

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