Trouble in the King's Court

The NHL playoffs are about to begin in a few days. The Rangers would be playing the Boston Bruins in the first round and it was going to be quite the series. Aly will be taking care of Charlise and Juli up until the playoffs end, then when the Lundqvist family travels back home to Sweden for the summer, Aly will be going to Greece with Kristina and her parents for a fun and exciting two-week trip.

It is Monday, April 9th. Since Aly was so advanced in her studies at NYU, she was able to finish her first semester a month early. While Charlise and Juli had doctors appointments, Aly was in the apartment writing some songs. She used to be a musician for a part of her life before history and sports reporting took over full-time. Her latest tune was called "23rd Floor" and it had a fun, catchy pop vibe.

"I don't want to talk to anyone. Just stay with me. Tell everyone we're busy. On the 23rd floor," Aly sang.

Henrik walked in, "Just marvelous."

Aly glared while looking at him, "What? What do you want?"

"Stop asking that when the answer never changes, baby," Hank said, inching closer.

Aly got up quickly and backed away, "I will call your wife right now."

Henrik held up the cable wires, connecting the phone lines, "I highly do not believe so."

Aly ran towards her bedroom to grab her cell phone when Henrik grabbed her, "Let me go! Hank! Stop!"

Henrik placed a hand over her mouth, "Shut the hell up now!" He threw her down on the bed.

A horn honked from outside. Henrik looked outside and saw Chris' jeep, "Well, what is he doing here?"

"We were going to head on a double date with Shatty (defenseman Kevin Shattenkirk) and Deanna today at Tribeca Grill," Aly answered, a weakness in her voice.

Aly's phone rang and it was Chris, wondering where she was. Henrik answered, "Hi Chris. Aly's in the bathroom. She hasn't stopped throwing up and has a fever. She feels terrible. Okay, bye."

"You fucking liar! You are so screwed!" Aly screamed.

Henrik sat next to her and traced his thumb from one hand all over her and squeezed her breasts with the other, "Just relax, would you? Everything's going to be just fine."

"Stop fucking telling me that! You're full of it!! Your wife needs to know who you really are!" Aly grunted.

"Oh trust me, she never will! You are not saying a word!" Hank yelled.

Aly folded her arms and stood up, "Watch me, you jerk! You're not who I thought you were either!"

Henrik was not going to let her tell anyone was happened. He took a saturated cloth from behind his back and put it over her mouth from behind her, pressing tightly, "Now, you will drift to dreamy land."

What sick game was Henrik playing? How was he going to stop her? Who would save her!?

Notes

The next parts and chapter following get very graphic, so a warning now!