Hot daze, explorations and suspire.

[MrWolf1]

The beach was beginning to fill with visitors as they sat nest to each other. A salty sea breeze wisped about them, curling small patterns in the sand and water. As Jacob looked upon the woman that sat at his left, feeling her light fingers traveling the rocky terrain on the back of his hand, he wondered. Their had almost been a kiss, so close she had drawn he her felt her warm breath. Yet, she had pulled back. Perhaps he was rushing this; perhaps she needed more time.

He smiled, if it was time she needed, she would have it. She had lived her life for others for so long, it was time she lived it for herself. As she held his right hand in her lap, his left gently draped over her shoulders, it’s grip firm and reassuring. Slowly, tenderly, he pulled her into a soft hug. A warm hug, nothing of lust or need in it, only the urge to comfort. He leaned down, planting a kiss on the top of her head, before he spoke.

“You are the reason I stayed, Shelly. True, I came here with only one thought, to help my sister. After that was done, though, I could have left. I would have, if I had not been told someone would be arriving on a ship I once worked on.” He pulled back a bit, enough to look into her eyes, close enough to see the sparkle of the sun reflected from them. “I came here for my sister, I stayed for you.”

He held her for a few more moments, relishing her warmth. That is, until, a beach ball careened over them, bouncing in the sand in front of them. It was followed a few moments later by several small children racing past the couple towards the waters. Jacob grinned and laughed. “How about we get that bite to eat? Getting a little crowed here.” He stood, before helping Shelly to her feet.

 

[FurryFury]

Tierney woke again but her world was black. She opened her eyes and strained to see something, anything, but could see nothing. She could feel the heat of something that could be sun on her body. It took a while to register that she was blindfolded.

"There you go Sir just as you ordered. One stuck up society bitch, Mrs. Tierney Davis, delivered to you intact. None of my guys even tapped the slut as you insisted." The last came out with some resentment.

She heard a door close and the voices move further away. She strained again this time trying to catch the sound of the voice of the man, it was clearly a man. who had "ordered" her like some fast food delivery.

Whatever was on her skin kept raining heat down on her body which she began to realize was nude. There was something in her mouth. She tried to work her lips and tongue around it to figure out what it was. She felt like she had to pee suddenly. She might have peed, she thought to herself but she wasn't wet, so maybe she was wrong. A short time later she began to taste something in her mouth, something salty, wet and warm.

She nearly gagged. That was it, it was a gag in her mouth. Frantically she tried to swallow before she choked on the liquid and died. It was a gag but the liquid was...what? Where did it come from? The gag must be fitted with a tube and the liquid tasted the way she imagined pee might.

She was filled with revulsion. She fought again her reflexive reactions to all this. Tierney's survival instinct flared to life without her really knowing it. She was just acting as much as she could to preserve herself. She was strapped to a metal table still. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't move. Whoever had her, had fixed her so that she was drinking her own pee. Why?

If only she could see or move. She was more scared than she had ever been in her life. Tierney heard the door open again. Heard the footsteps of a man coming closer. Felt him breathe on her, so close, to her right ear.

"So my little doll we are together again." He whispered. "I promised you more didn't I? You remember our night together, I know you do. This time we can go on and on. Remember how everything felt so good, even things that should have hurt? Remember how you liked the pain? This time will be different. I won't drug you this time. This time it will feel like pain. This time you will be able to struggle more. This time you will bleed more. Ready to begin? Oh, never mind, it's not up to you now is it?" He let out a dry chuckle and ran a cold piece of metal down her body.

She remembered the knife. The cut. The rape. She began to cry silently.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly bit her lip, as he helped her to stand. The child had quickly grabbed the ball and was once more running away. "I think that would be nice," she told him. Their fingers intwined, they walked toward the boardwalk. She felt the warmth of his touch, and she welcomed it. With a heavy sigh she wondered if this was where she was supposed to be, this place, this time, with this man. Looking past the people she saw one of the better places to have breakfast, and she pointed it out to him.

Her head was working around all he had said about coming back for his sister, but staying for her, and she wiped a stray tear from her eye, hoping he hadn't caught it. They paused as an old couple passed in front of them, and soon they were sitting together on a pair of white wicker chairs, and glossy menus rested on the table in front of each one of them.

The menus laid still, as Shelly reached for his face, and placed her hands on his cheeks. "Thank you for coming back to me," she whispered. Her mouth moved to his lips, and she kissed him softly. Her lips lingered for a moment, and her body moved in closer, wanting more. The tip of her tongue reached out, searching for his, begging to taste his sweet mouth, and learn its shape.

As she felt the softness of his lips, she purred deep inside her belly, and knew that this was right, this was were she belonged if only for the day, she would love him as if it were forever. Pulling away, her eyes held his. "I think we should," she swallowed and felt the heat of the blush rush over her. "Wow... we need to get something cold to drink, right away," she chuckled, her body trembling with need.

 

[MrWolf1]

“I think you may be right.” He muttered, his own flesh burning with the heat of blush and arousal from the delicate kiss she had gifted him with. He had not been expecting it, and he knew his eyes were as wide as saucers for the first few moments her lips touched his. Yet, it did not take long for him to sink into the feelings the kiss was giving him, and he had begun to give back, ever so lightly, when she had pulled away. He had to smile at the massive flush covering her face, she almost had the look of a shy young girl after her first kiss.

He managed to get a waiter over to their table and ordered the drinks, he himself going for an iced tea. Not long after, they ordered a light breakfast and kept the conversation smooth and unhurried as they ate. Jacob’s eyes could not seem to get enough of gazing at her. Shelly seemed a wholly different person. On the ship, she was talked of as a vivacious vixen, the stuff of every crewman’s wet dreams. Yet, what Jacob saw as he looked beside him, was a whole new side of her. She seemed so innocent, almost nervous, just as he had been when he first arrived at that party where they had first met. Again, he thought back to that wondrous night, when he and Shelly had joined so heatedly. Still he could not figure what had gotten into him, the way he had acted was so out of character. He had just felt so drawn to her, felt such passionate need from her, that he just acted on it, giving her what he felt she needed, and wanted.

He looked over once more at Shelly. Catching her eyes, he watched a wide smile curl her full pouting lips. A sense of warmth washed over him as he too smiled back. He looked down at the table. They had nearly finished the small amount of food they had ordered, all that remained was a tiny plate covered in slices of fruit and several kinds of berries. Taking a small strawberry between his fingers, he looked up at Shelly, smiling a crooked smile as the bright red fruit was lifted up to her lips. Softly, its rough seed strewn surface was touched upon her lips. As they parted, the berry circled, tracing her lips with the lightness of a butterfly’s wing. It was not until he had finished two or three orbits of her mouth, did he lift the berry away, to center it within the opening between her lips. He could not help but lick his own lips as he watched hers work, memories of what they had done to him flashing back.

He felt the flush on his face, and pushed the memories away. Even though he had to admit to enjoying the intense moments he and Shelly had shared, he wished so much more for her. So, as the strawberry was consumed, her again reached for her, cupping her cheek in his hands, drawing her into another warm kiss, letting the tip of his tongue travel the soft bow of her lips, tasting the juice of the berry lingering there. Felling her lips part just a bit, he took one between his own, suckling softly as he pulled away, until letting it go. With a hand still caressing her cheek, he asked.

“So, where to now?”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She blinked rapidly at his question, so off guard he had caused her to become. The kiss had been one that she would have claimed every girl ever wanted in this world. It had been full of love, passion, desire, lust. Everything seemed to be packed in that one kiss. She swallowed the remaining taste of strawberry juice that was now mingled with the taste of Jacob.

"Ummm. . ." she started to speak, then stopped. She blinked again and settled back in her chair. "I think. . . we need to find you a place to stay!" The hurried thought came quickly to her and she stood up. That kiss would have melted anyone's heart and her's was falling fast.

"Yes, you'll need a place to stay. My little hut isn't equiped for guest, and oh wait. . . " She stopped then stared hard at him as peices of a great puzzle came togethe, "You had the limo for me didn't you? That was why the old couple, the Shelly group had been so surprised about it . . . it wasn't for them it was for me."

She pushed her hair back, "Wow. . . you probably thought my little hut was a port a pit, if you're running around in limo's." She chuckled softly. "You don't need a place to stay do you? I bet you have your own place somewhere here on the island."

She continued. "You almost had me. You almost got me didn't you. I'm sure you hurt your arm. Shit I just saw it. I don't know how much of what you say is true, but it was obviously hurt, maybe you get into pain." Then she recalled that night, "That's right, you do."

She was hurt, "Jacob. . . a limo, a copter what else do you have. How much do you spend on an average trying to find a good screw?" The tears fell fast. "Well, you had me didn't you. Realized you could get your pleasure from my pain, and decided to find a way to reel me in."

"So lets just do what you came to do. Take me to your limo, your mansion on the hill, and we'll fuck till you're mind clears, but don't try to love me. I'm not worth it." She trembled in fear, angusih, disappointment. "A rich man looking for a fuck, you should have just been honest with me, you didn't have to make me love you. That was just cruel."

 

[MrWolf1]

“What?!” was all he could manage at that moment. He had been so taken aback, off guard by her sudden shift in mood. How did she make such a leap to this conclusion? Now she was weeping, sadness masking that pretty face. Jacob’s heart sank. His first instincts were to reach out and comfort her. And he was just about too, when another feeling started to burn within him. Anger.

His forehead suddenly started to ache as he reached up and massaged his temple, but that ache was not nearly as bad as the one crushing his heart. “I can’t take this. One moment I feel we are connecting, that there is something between us. And the next, I’m accused of tricking you, of leading you on…of being rich?!?!” He had to laugh out loud at that, a forced laugh. He looked up at her, his eyes red from held back tears of his own. “All I wanted from you was a few smiles, a few laughs, maybe a hug and kiss or two, and….perhaps…” he paused, the word ‘love’ almost said, before he continued, ”But it would seem you just can’t except that anyone would want anything from you other then a fuck. Well, if that’s all you feel you are good for…” his anger flashed as he stood, sweeping all that was on the table onto the ground. Lucky the only thing fragile was that plate of fruit, and it landed safely in an unoccupied chair. “…then lets just get it over with. Right here, right now!” He yelled, not giving a damn about the other people around them. “And then you’ll be rid of me like you want!”

He panted, and waited. The eyes of the other patrons, and a waiter, staring at the couple. He struggled to hold onto the anger that had just flashed so hotly, but it quickly faded, leaving behind the only other feeling he felt. He swallowed, he knew his eyes were shimmering, emotion welling in them like a flood. He screwed his eyes shut, and felt it. A single tear, rolling from the corner of one eye, down the slope of his cheek. As his lids opened once more, he looked towards the woman he had such hopes for, hopes that now felt shattered. Taking deep breath, “I’m sorry.” he spoke, his voice choked, “I’m sorry for fucking you as I did, and not making love to you as I should have. I’m sorry for leaving. I’m sorry….for….anything you want. Just blame me for it, I don’t care.”

Jacob’s breath felt clogged with emotion, making it had for him to breath. It was then he noticed the mess of utensils and sliced fruit on the ground. He looked over at the waiter, and walked over to him. “I guess I should say sorry to you too…here…” Jacob reached into his pockets, fishing out a few small bills, mostly ones and fives, folded and waded in every known way. These he dumped onto the tray the waiter held in his hands. “….oh…here just take it all!” All consisting of about twenty dollars, all the money he had remaining to his name. It was enough to pay for the small breakfast, and a very lousy tip. With that, he turned back towards Shelly.

“I just wish you could see, in yourself, what I see.” Turning away, he walked into the crowd. Just in time, for now the tears began to flow from his straining eyes. He had nowhere to go, except back to the hospital. His sister’s husband would have arrived by plane by now, maybe Jacob could bum a ride back with them. He’d end up living with them for a while, but he had done that before, and he knew his sister would welcome him.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly saw his anger and she trembled in fear the nightmares of the Captain assualting her. Her eyes lost focus the more he swore and the louder he got. She didn't hear alot of what he said. All she saw were the flying dishes and the swinging hand. She stood there, taking it all in, saying nothing.

When his voice had calmed it sounded just like the Captain's would after he had beat her and she would threatened to leave. Her eyes focused on the customers, some looking sympathic to her, some sneering indisgust, others looking at the man walking away, and others pretending, prentending nothing had happened. Just like everyone on the ship did, just like she did.

Shelly took a deep breath and turned away. She'd been wrong about his money, but by that one misjudgement, she learned that his temper was quick, and fast, and she now knew how he'd react.

For a moment she wondered where to go and finally she decided that she needed to look for that job. She spent several hours looking and explaining what types of jobs she had had before. After a couple of "we'll get back to you" she finally found a place that needed a night time hostess. She would start that evening, and would be asked to close the club and handle the accounts.

She left her new employers with quiet expression. She needed rest now, her shift would begin at 6pm and last until 3am. Her body was weak both mentally and physically. She went back to her hut, climbed into bed where her dreams lead her on paths of sexual pleasure that suddenly turned to the violent slaps and whip lashes that the Captain gave her. It wasn't until the dream was at its highest point that the Captain's face took on the features of Jacob and she spiraled deeper into the blackvoid of her subconsious.

 

[FurryFury]

So he wants me to struggle. He likes that. She thought. So I won't struggle. I won't give him that satisfaction.

The knife, she was sure that was what it was, made a cold almost wet feeling trail on her skin. She tightened her body and her resolve.

"I can see you. I can see all of you. You want to struggle don't you? You want to scream. Let yourself go dear. Let yourself go. You want to, more importantly I insist." He crooned in her ear. The knife was flat against her lower lips now, so cold and dangerous. It was a struggle, of a different sort to hold still and not move for Tierney.

He made a sound then. It was a little tisking sort of sound.

"Being all brave and still aren't you. What a good girl. I bet you would struggle if you knew how it felt to be cut. Oh, not like before at your house, my belle, no, really cut. Facial wounds bleed so much, it's quite amazing." He said, moving the knife back up her body.

The cool metal was warming a bit now. Still there was no mistaking that is was metal. Tierney became more and more frightened as he worked the knife up her body. She could feel it ride over her mound. The metal, and the warm, smooth, flesh of his fingers and wrist made for a contrast. He lingered at her belly button. Working the knife around in it, scraping a bit but not piercing.

She shivered, her body felt cold and clammy to her own senses. Again he moved the knife, it seemed to take forever. He was taking a long time. She knew he was trying to break her. The point of the knife made it's way so carefully with just enough pressure to menace. Enough that if she breathed too deeply she would cause it to cut.

Around her right nipple he played it. Never saying a word. Tierney felt that he was just watching her, studying her, waiting for her to make it happen. Her guts clenched and knotted. Now he played the knife on her left nipple, around and around, until she could imagine white lines that started up high on her breasts and spiraled lower and lower. White because she was, just barely keeping herself under control. They could turn red anytime she lost it.

Now he moved the knife to her throat. She was so scared she couldn't even breathe. He lingered running it in the hollow of her throat there. She had to breathe soon. When she did, it would cut her like before. Tierney tried to get ready for that but he moved the knife up her chin. She took that opportunity to breathe while she could.

"Yes, breathing is important." He said. "I find it a lot of fun to work with that, maybe later we'll play with that. I know that would be new for you."

The knife outlined her lips, her nose, around the blindfold. up her cheek bones and over her ears. He moved it up to her forehead and here he without warning cut a line. She broke then, struggling, making the cut deeper feeling warm liquid splash out.

"Good! Oh yes!" He said in what sounded like delight. She peed in fear. Then tasted the results a few seconds later. He laughed. His hand was suddenly at her crotch again. Just his hand, one finger slid inside her.

"Dry." He said. She heard him moving around tried to make out what the noises she could hear meant. She felt her blood continuing to flow. His hand rubbed at her forehead, pain burst, an intense burning pain. What had he done? Put something on her wound? Something that made it burn? She screamed through her gag. She screamed with everything in her.

"Much better." He said. He sounded delighted with himself. It took a while for her to figure out what he was doing after that. When he climbed on the table and put his cock inside her, she wondered but eventually she pieced it together. He was using her blood as his lubricant while he raped her again.

 

[MrWolf1]

The florescent lights spaced along the ceiling shined down their sickly colored light as Jacob walked down the hall of the hospital, toward the room occupied by his sister. His head hung low, mirroring the feeling in his chest at that moment. It was going on three o-clock when he found himself before the door to his sisters room. His hand raised to the door knob, and was about to open it when he peered inside through the slim window.

He felt his face flush at the sight of his sister and her husband, sitting next to each other upon the bed, their lips locked so tightly. He looked away, moving from the sight of the window, a pang of jealously stabbing him for just a moment, before he gently rapped on the door. A slight scuffle from within, then the sound of his sister’s voice, a little on the husky side, spoke a welcome to whoever it was to come in.

As the door opened, he saw his sister, still sitting on the bed, while her husband had moved from the bed, instead, he stood near it’s foot, his hand on her shoulder.

“Jacob, “she chirped, her face still a little flushed, “So, how did it go?” Her cheerfulness faded, however, as the red rim around his eyes and the drawn look on his face came into view, and told her it had not gone well. She looked up at her husband. He simply nodded. He knew how close his wife was to her brother, and he respected their relationship. So, after kissing his dear wife on the cheek, he walked towards the door, patting Jacob on the shoulder as he past. He was a good man, Jacob knew, and he was glad his sister had found him. As the door to the room gentle closed, Jacob looked back to his sister.

“What happened?” she asked softly.

Jacob took a deep breath, and told her everything. All their lives, the siblings never kept secrets from each other. They were both very open to the other about their lives. Yet, as his story came to an end, the woman on the bed could only hold her head. “Damn it, Jacob!” she cursed under her breath. “Why the hell did you do that?”

“She was being so down on herself. Over and over she would say and make reference to how she’s not worth anything but as a sex toy. I was getting tired of that, because I could see so much more!” he retorted.

She looked up, staring hard into his eyes. “And you really think throwing a temper tantrum showed her how you really felt?” She shook her head. “From what you told me, this girl has known nothing but abusive men for a long time. How do you think she felt when she saw your anger? What do you think it reminded her of??”

Those words sliced Jacob worse then a thousand bullets. His legs felt wobbly as he stepped back. It was over. It truly was. There was no way she would ever want to see him after this, he knew. “What have I done?” he asked in a whisper...over and over as he walked from the room.

“Jacob?” she called, but he did not hear as he disappeared from sight. She would have went after him, but her legs still felt a little uneasy. A moment later, and her husband walked back into the room.

“What happened to him?” he asked, his eyes showing genuine concern.

His wife just stared at the open door, until…”Sweety, could you do me a favor?”

“Sure hun, what?”

“I need you to go find that doctor and ask him for some discharge papers.” She said, “I think there’s someone I need to go talk too.”
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It was a little past five when a rental car pulled up along side a row of tiny huts set beside a boardwalk. The couple within the vehicle looked toward one hut in particular.

“Do you really think this is a good idea, Nina?” the man at the wheel asked. He turned toward the woman in the passenger seat. She had tied up her long jet black tresses into a pony tail that sprouted from the back of her head. The hospital gown was gone, replaced by a simple t-shirt and jeans. Where a thick gauze had hid most of her upper arm and hand, just a thin bandage around her wrist and covering what was left of her pinky finger remained. She turned to look at her husband, offing him a shrug.

“I don’t know, but its something I feel I need to do.” She gave him a small smile, and looked back towards the hut. “You didn’t see how he reacted, hun. There’s something about this woman that has just grabbed his heart. I think I have the right to at least meet her.” With that, the car door opened, and she stepped out. Her legs were still a little rubbery, but she managed to gain her footing and shut the door. “Just wait here, I’ll be fine.” She spoke through the window.

A few steps brought her to the door of the hut. Inside, she could hear the sound of movement. At least she’s awake, Nina thought. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly had spent the last few hours in bed, crying and sobbing. She had moved around the better part of the afternoon in a daze. The knock on the door surprised her and she took a steady breath before answering the door.

Before her stood a woman obviously pale and weak. Concerned flooded Shelly's face. "Good God can I help you!" She opened the door wide and ushered the woman into the hut. She looked behind her and saw a car and driver. Confusion mixed with the other questions running in her mind.

"Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?" She hurried over to the sink and filled a glass with water.

"You obviously either just got out of the hospital or sure the heck need to be in one," Shelly said, her eyes wide and full of wonder.

"How can I help you?" she asked. "I'm Shelly by the way, and you are?"

 

[MrWolf1]

"Hello, Shelly" Nina replied, excepting the glass of water. "Thank you, but don't worry, I feel alot better then I look." she laughed.

Nina sipped the water and looked up at the woman before her. She was very attractive, her scalding red hair flowing over her shoulders. She also seemed very conciderate and kind, all pluses to her. Yet, as Nina took another swallow of water, she noticed the red rings around the outside of Shelly's eyes. Evidence of past tears. Suddenly, Nina wondered if this was such a good idea. How would Shelly react to knowing who she was? She sighed, it seemed she shared her bother's habit of rash action.

"Well," she said, after Shelly asked after her name, "I actually wanted to meet you. My name's Nina..."she hesitated for a moment, "...I think you met my brother, Jacob."

 

[FurryFury]

His cock didn't have a condom on it this time. She could feel him skin to skin and it hurt because despite the coating of her own blood she believed he had used for lubricating his cock, she was not ready, she was dry. Tierney wondered what was worse? When he had her so drugged that everything felt good and she came or this? Both were horrors she had never dreamed of.

He was abrading her inside, at least that is what if felt like to her. She struggled now as much as she could tied down and under him as she was. All thoughts of being strong were gone, she just wanted him off and out of her. Tierney's tears flowed out of her blindfold and mixed with the blood from her forehead as both ran down her face.

To him it was a sight of such beauty and intensity, it drove him harder into her. Condoms were not needed anymore because she was here and his. No matter what anyone did, they would never think of him or find them. Forever together now that is how it would be, at least as long as he wanted her. Then who knew how he would dispose of her.

She was struggling in earnest now and crying. He loved it. This was so perfect. He felt his balls tightening. He made a small cut on her nipple. Heard her sharp intake, that little spike of frozen shock and smiled. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked the blood from it. She cried out in pain and fear. He bit her nipple hard. She screamed louder. He tasted more blood. A primal grunt came from deep within him. He emptied himself into her then.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly's eyes widened and her lips trembled slightly. "Oh. . . yes, I know your brother quite well. I see he was being honest about his activities off of the ship." She pushed her hair back and went to get herself a glass of water.

She drank it quickly and looked back at Jacob's sister. "Is there something I can do for you?" She wondered what more could be laid on her doorstep. First her heart broken then mended then broken again.

Jacob had shown her the power beneath his touch. The warmth of his caresses and the tenderness in his eyes. "If you tell him I now work over at the club just past the place we had breakfast. . ." she swallowed and a shudder of fear went through her. "If he'll come by, I'll offer an apology. . . but. . . he needs to know. . . that there will be security there. It is a club and they won't let him. . . "

A lonely tear fell from her eye and she pushed it back. "I'm sorry. I see he didn't lie about what he was doing outside of town, it really wasn't necessary for you to come. I hope you'll get better."

 

[FurryFury]

It's over now, she kept telling herself as he spilled into her. She couldn't wait for him to get out of her and off of her. Tierney waited and waited trying to be brave.

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Alex's investigators put together a task force of their own and went over every single thing they were allowed access to, brainstorming to come up with ideas that might pan out.

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Jacob got a call.

"We have another kidnapping. Very similar to the one that involved your sister. The husband is willing to pay to get her back but there has been no ransom. We want you in on this." His contact said in his ear, rapid fire all business was her speaking style.

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He got up on his arms, looked at her. She was so beautiful like that with blood on her, tears streaming down her face. He smiled. Pulling out of her he noted how his cock was no longer very red from the blood he had coated it with. That impromptu lubrication had worn mostly off it seemed.

Getting off the table and her, he heard her hiss a little. He got some antiseptic wipes and began to clean her up. He pulled the catheter out of her, enjoyed the sob she made when he did, then took the special feeder gag out of her mouth.


"No, don't worry my darling. I'm not done. We have so much more we can do." He said as he cleaned her up. She struggled away from him as much as she could. It wasn't nearly enough.

At times she thought she would explode from rage if he touched her one more time. She didn't explode but she wanted to. She wanted to explode and destroy them both. The rage built and built inside her but there was no relief through it.

She felt a skin prick, felt the burning of whatever he had injected into her. She tried to fight it. Tierney didn't even know what she was fighting exactly and then she was freed to the dark again.

He waited until she was knocked out and unresponsive. Undoing her bindings and picking her up he took her to a small cage and laid her down. Closing the door, he locked it and sat down in his favorite chair. The wine had been breathing all this time. He poured some into a goblet and savored it. He feasted his eyes on her, limp, helpless, his and smiled.

A month ago all this would not have been possible. Finally the estate had been cleared and he had come into his inheritance. Luckily he already knew the right people to grab Tierney. He had wanted her for so long. He had planned carefully and now, everything was as it should be.

 

[MrWolf1]

“ I know I didn’t need to come here, but, to be honest, I did want to meet you. As for me, hell, takes more then this to keep me down!”

Nina watched the woman before her wipe a stray tear from her cheek. Her heart went out to this Shelly, as she set her glass down on the table and reached out, taking Shelly’s hand in hers. “Girl, you don’t need to apologize, he’s the one that needs to be telling you ‘Sorry’!” She looked up and saw a bit of confusion in Shelly’s eyes. “He told me what happened this morning.” Nina patted her hand. “I almost smacked the hell out of him when he told me. He had no right to lose his temper like that in front of you!”

Taking a deep breath, Nina let Shelly’s hand go and leaned back into her chair. “But I’m not gonna sit here and make excuses for him. Like I said, he’s the one that should be apologizing. Yet, I do feel you should know why he became upset. Cuz I know he’ll never have the guts to tell ya.” She smiled up at the standing woman. “He cares about you hun….A lot. But when you talk trash about yourself, it just upsets him. He can have a temper, believe me, I know. I’ve seen it many times. But, you just have to remember two things…” she said as she leaned forward in her chair.

“One, his bark is much worse then his bite, and a good ‘five across the eyes’ will shut him up! Works for me!” Nina giggled,“ and two, “ Nina again patted Shelly’s hand, “no matter how mad he seems to get, he would never, ever hurt you, hun. That I can promise.”

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As his sister spoke to Shelly, Jacob was busy on the phone next to the hospital bed assigned to him.

“Are you sure it’s the same one?” he spoke into the receiver.

“Not one hundred percent, but the MO is the same.” the female voice on the other end spoke, it’s tone monotonal and cold. “We understand you had contact with the victim.”

“Hardly, a ‘Hello’ and ‘goodbye’ was all. She was just a face I noticed in the crowd.” his thoughts returning to the topic on the forefront of his thoughts. “IF I were able, I’d be all for taking you up on the offer, it would seem there’s nothing for me here now..” his heart shuttered in guilt as the image of Shelly’s weeping face appeared before his mind’s eye, “yet, as it is, I’m in no condition to be much help. If you could, keep me informed, and I ask that Cyndi and the others be in on this as well. You won’t be sorry.”

“Understood. You’re proposal will be considered. We will talk again later.” with that a dial tone buzzed in his ear. Setting the phone down, Jacob reached for the small cup of pills on the side table near the bed. Dumping the contents into his mouth, and following it with a glass of water, he laid back on the bed, his mind wondering from the news he had just received, to the face of a lovely red-head whose cheek he wished he could touch.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly studied Nina for a moment, trying to guage her words and her own responses. "I've been a whore for so long, its hard to see me as anything else. I was once... something else, but well.. I was young and stupid."

She sat down and finished off her water. "Thank you for coming here. It has helped. I do care for him also. Alot more then I should." Her eyes lifted to the woman, and she looked long and hard at her for several minutes.

"Tell him, I'm sorry too, and I miss you, and though we only have known each other for a short time... I'd like to see him again."

Shelly pushed her hair back from her face. "I will be working at the club I told you about if he wants to come by and see me." She stood up and extended her hand to the woman's. "If there isn't anything else, I need to rest and change a few of my own bandages. I didn't leave my last employer with a good resume, so I hurt a bit."

She looked over Nina and shook her head, "I'm not as damaged as you, and I hope everything works out for you. It was nice to meet you."

 

[FurryFury]

Tierney stayed asleep but if wasn't a normal sleep. It was sleep without a dreamscape. It was oblivion. She didn't know anything at all.

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When he was ready he left his special room. Smiling contentedly, he paddled down the hallway to his bed.

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The mercenaries continued to work with the scant clues they had. It was like trying to fit the pieces of a puzzle together except they didn't have all the pieces and a woman's life might be at stake.

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Alex was so angry he could barely contain himself. His skin felt prickly. He needed something to do and as far as he could see there was no way to help. All he could do was wait, keep the money ready, and die a little inside as the clock ticked the minutes away.

There was a timid sounding knock on the door. If he weren't hyper aware and desperate for any news he might have missed it. Rushing to the door he was astounded to see Vonda.

"What are you doing here?" He growled annoyed and dismayed at this unexpected occurrence which would surely not help his situation in finding his wife.

"Please don't be mad Master." She said, dropping to her knees right there. He glanced up the hall and pulled her into the suite.

"Have you heard something about you Mistress?" He asked gruffly. "Is that why you are here."

Vonda's heart broke a little at that.

"No Sir but I thought you might need me and so I came." A tear slid down her face.

"You thought? Without permission you thought and you came?" Alex said sounding furious. He suddenly realized how much he wanted her there, how empty he felt without her near him.

"Yes, Master." She said tensing at his anger.

He pulled her again, this time into his arms. His hug was as fierce's as his anger had been but reassuring.

"Good." Was all he said before pulling her with him to the bedroom.

 

[jushorny]

Jake Returns

The resolution of my family issues had exhausted me mentally. Days later, I was laying back still trying to clear my mind when the call came from Alex. He seemed terrified, sick, concerned as he relayed the information about Tierney’s kidnaping. My heart sunk, a pit formed in my stomach and my mind drifted back to Tierney. I had been so wrapped up in my own family that I never felt any concern for her. I assumed she was still on their cruise, assumed she was having the time of her life, assumed she had long forgotten about me, Jake, the handyman.

I listened to him, we spoke for at least an hour if not longer. He laid out the facts, told me how he knew it was a kidnaping and not a disappearance. Then he laid out the plan he had put into place and asked if I would come to him. He said he trusted me the most, he felt I truly would have Tierney’s best interest at heart without any ulterior motives. Ha, I thought, he was right about that, my only motive would be getting Tierney back safely, but what about him, what exactly were his motives. I never trusted Alex completely, he professed his love for Tierney and most times I truly believed it. However, there were occasions when it came into question, at least in my mind. Vonda, his sub, being one big question.

Well, Alex was one of the best businessmen in the country and he knew how to persuade people. That being said, I found myself on a small private plane the very next morning. I called Alex a few times before leaving, getting updates, trying to figure out just what part in all of this I would play. He said he wanted me in on every idea, every part of the plan, every aspect of the search and I believed him. I believed him because I wanted to believe him, I wanted to have Tierney back in my life. I had forgotten how much she meant to me, how happy she made me feel.

As luck would have it I was not the only passenger on this small plane. I do not know how she did it, but once again, I was on the same plane as Vonda. Oh, how I despised her, I despised what she had done to Tierney’s marriage. We had a huge argument during the flight and I moved myself and my belongings to the back of the plane just to get away from this tramp.

I arrived, unpacked, took a quick shower and was about to head to Alex’s room. He already knew I was there and had asked that I stop at his room prior to dinner. I opened my door and turned heading towards his room and could not believe what I saw. There, at his door, was Vonda kneeling before her master. I saw Alex lift her up and pull her into his room. I was furious, slamming my door shut as I retreated into my own privacy. I had to calm myself down, I couldn’t allow my anger to get in the way. If Alex detected my hatred of Vonda or my mistrust in him, well, I would not be able to help find Tierney, would not be able to help rescue her.

 

[MrWolf1]

The phone buzzed insistantly untill Jacob freed it from it's cradle. Sitting up on the bed, he put it to his ear. It had been only an hour since he had hung it up last, so when the cold computer-like voice spoke from the other end, he was slightly surprised.

"It has been decided. Your sugestion has been accepted, and we shall employ those you recomend." the barely female voice said. "However, these people have asked for you to particapate in this endever as well."

Jacob sighed. He figured they'd do that. Of course they'd want him to come along. Helping with his sister's kidnapping had rekindled fond friendships, and he had to admit that in a small way, it had felt good to be working with them again.

Over the last hour, Jacob had been thinking. There was a great temptation to apees their wishes and put on those old boots again. Yet, as his shoulder throbbed, he wondered if he'd be any use to them. Shelly had barly tugged on his arm and the wound had opened. And that was another thing...Shelly. Her fire red framed face burned before his eyes. She would be the only reason he would stay, had he not gone and ruined what might have been something so wonderful. He cursed at himself for what seemed the hundreth time. Why was he so attracted to her? Was it just the sex? No, if it were, he would not care so much about her. Yet what was it that pulled him ever so strongly to her? Their first meeting had been so heated, like two rutting animals. For a long while after he tryed to figure what had come over him that night. He realized it was her, for at that moment she was radiating such sentual energy, that he had picked up on it and gave her what he felt she wanted. He had wanted to please her, serve her.

And now...now all he wanted was to see her smile, see her laugh. The last image he had of her was tear filled eyes, and that sat like a stone in his heart. The phone slipped from his face. His heart. Yes, she was in there, filling a void that had gone empty for so very long. Yet, it hadn't been the sex that had put her in there, that he knew. It was the time he spent with her that day, walking the beach, talking to her, listening to her life. Seeing her smile was akin to seeing the sun rise over the blue waters crashing onto the beach. He felt a smile of his own sread upon his fave, curling the corners of his lips. Yet, it faded as again her tear streaked eyes came into view, tears he had caused. There was no way she would want to talk to him again now. And he would not make her suffer his presence on this island either.

So, with a deep sigh, he returned the phone to his ear, and spoke two words into the receiver.

"I'm in."

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The forms were filled out. Leaving against medical advise was repeated several times at him as his name was put to them. His shoulder hurt, but he knew it would heal. Besides, they had still not found where she had been taken yet, so their might be time yet for him to heal a little more before things got rough.

After the doctors had left, Jacob had written two notes. One was for his sister, telling her where he was going. Though where she had gone he couldn't figure. He had asked about her from a nurse and was told that she had left earlier. Maybe to make arrangments for her trip home, he thought. The second note was for Shelly. He would just slip it under the door to her beach house before he left. In it he let her know how sorry he felt for hurting her the way he did, and that he was leaving to find Mrs. Davis. It also spoke of how he felt about her. About their night together, and what she ment to him. He had felt kinda silly as he wrote it, after all, they had just met a few days ago, and here he was telling her that he cared about her. Oh well, worst that she could do was throw it away.

Packing up his few belongings, he stepped out into the hospitals hallway. It was late in the day and only a few nurses walked the halls. A few long term paciants shuffled along, wheeling beside them their IVs. Pulling the strap of his duffle onto his good shoulder, he made his way down to his sister's room a few doors down. Peeking in, he saw it was still vacant. Again he wondered where she could have gone as he walked over to the nightstand and laied his letter upon it's top.

"And where the hell are you going?"

Jacob almost jumped at the sound of his sister's voice. Turning, he saw her standing in the doorway, her legs only just a little wobbly. Her husband at her side to steady her. "Where have you been?" he asked.

"Oh no," Nina spoke as she entered the room. "I asked first!" Her voice had taken on a slight edge.

Jacob sighed, "I've been given...a job." He felt the words slide from his lips. He knew that she would remember him telling her the same thing everytime he would leave on an assignment for the Company. Sure enough, her face went pale, and her eyes widened.

"No more. You said no more." the edge in her voice was gone, replaced with a sudden dread. Her eyes redened, and Jacob knew tears would soon follow. He walked up to his sister, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her cheek.

"I know, Nina. But I need to do this." And he explained about Mrs. Davis and how it was the same person that had taken her. Nina's head lowered, she understood why he felt he had to do this now. It was personal.

"What about Shelly?" she asked.

Jacob sighed. "She doesn't need me upseting her anymore. I figure me leaving is what is best." His eyes lowered, looking at his boot covered feet, and at the small envelope in his hand, the name 'Shelly' across the front. It wasn't untill two soft hands touched his cheeks did his eyes lift. His sister smiled at him.

"Thats what you think." she said, and then told him about where she had been. Upon hearing what Shelly had said, Jacob was stunned.

"She said that?"

"Yes she did, hun." She looked down at the letter in his hand. Pulling it from his fingers, she held it up. "I think it would be better if you told her...instead of writing." With that, she let the letter flutter into the trash can.

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The club was already jumping when Jacob walked in. Music pounded his ears and people constantly colided with him. Asking a few of the bouncers let him know where he could find Shelly. It took him a few minutes of wadeing through the sea of bodies, but, eventually, he found her.

"Hello." he spoke, his voice shaking as much as his nerves.

 

[FurryFury]

Alex took out his frustration with Vonda. It took a while. The relationship they had was deeper than Alex cared to admit to himself. All these years he focused on Tierney and tried to tell himself he cared for Vonda because she needed him. Seldom before had he had such stark undeniable evidence of his need for her.

This startling epiphany couldn't come at a less useful time, he thinks. My focus needs to be on Tierney. Yet as he looked upon his sweet girl who always gave herself to him, he felt his heart clinch. Even Alex wondered how Vonda could put up with his focus on his wife. She was so special. Eventually Vonda came around to sharing his devotion to his wife, Tierney, who was his status symbol, his trinket in a way. God how he loved them both. Now he had lost one but by God he would get her back!

Two hours later, he was knocking on Jake's door.

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Vonda took a big chance. Alex was a good man. She loved him with ever fibre of her being, she was devoted to him. In all their years together, all the pain he had caused her, she loved. He never hurt her without purpose or consent except when he fell for Tierney.

Now that her long time rival was gone without any notice she knew Alex would be climbing the walls. Vonda knew he would need her. For a man like him to feel powerless at a time like this was torture of the worst sort.

If he punished her for coming she could gladly feel the pain that was not pleasure, just to be near him when he needed her. To ease his pain and loss a little bit was worth more to her than her own happiness.

Her heart was breaking for him, for he loss of her mistress and the uncertainty of the whole terrible ordeal. Bravely she went to him. Her instincts were correct it seemed. Her joy at his acceptance and her service to him was bittersweet but joy nonetheless.

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Tierney woke in a cage. There was no way to move that her skin wasn't touching against the wire mesh. That meant there was no way she could get away from him. He could touch her and she couldn't prevent it. He could pierce her skin with needles, drugging her again and she couldn't stop him. It was such a small cage she could barely shift in it.

Her body felt dirty to her even though it was clearly cleaned after he last used her. She shivered and looked up at the sky light. It was dark now. There was no warming sun and the fireplace embers were dark emitting very little heat.

The flue took not only most of the heat but let in some cool air as well.

She thought she saw a red light glowing and wondered if it were the eye of a camera of something else.

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The task force team began to find some pieces of the puzzle that fit together. They would raid the temporary head quarters of the kidnappers and hope that Tierney was still there. If she wasn't they would do what they had to in order to force the information out of these criminals. This was a private company of men and woman. The normal rules of law keeping only applied if you got caught. They could do anything they damned well pleased as long as they didn't get caught.

Jacob was on the team because he had dealt with these guys before and the people on this task force trusted Jacob as much as they would any human being that didn't soldier beside them in the muck and blood all the time.

"Call Alex Davis and let him know we are moving in 45 minutes the lead investigator told one of the men."

The man nodded and made the call. Privately the man Hendley thought it was a mistake. A tycoon like Alex Davis would want to control everything and come along. That would only jam up the works but in this business you do what your superior tells you so he dialed.

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Alex was at Jake's door knocking when he got the call.

 

[jushorny]

Jake

I sat in my room, made myself a drink, and thought long and hard about exactly how to handle the situation. I would be best to pretend nothing was different from when I left. Pretend I understood Alex’s want or need for Vonda. It should appear to everyone that I knew how much Alex loved Tierney and that his love was true. Pretend Vonda was in this just for herself, that she had nothing against Tierney. This was something that would prove difficult for me; I was the type who usually said what they felt. Even worse, my feelings usually came across easily through my facial expressions and body language. The thought of getting Tierney back safely and hopefully back into my arms alone, would give me incentive.

I got up from the sofa to see who was knocking on my door. I opened, seeing Alex standing there. When he finished his phone call, we gave each other the typical male hug, one arm around the shoulder, hands meeting for a firm handshake. His eyes gave signs of exhaustion and worry, his body, however, looked as strong and confident as always. He explained to me the task force would be moving in 45 minutes and that he planned on being there with them. We discussed and analyzed their plan, coming up with a few revisions we thought might be beneficial. Alex thought I should be there also, wanted me to be there as his confident. We discussed the options and I convinced Alex that it would be better that I stay put. If the plan did not work out, there needed to be someone who could assist in clearing them of any wrong doing, there needed to be someone who would continue searching for Tierney.

When Alex was set to leave, we shook hands, re-confirmed our plan and our communication timing. I went down for sinner. I wasn’t much hungry, however I realized my body needed energy. The dining room was not very crowded; I sat by myself, my cell phone sitting on table ready to be answered on the first ring. My thoughts turned to Tierney, her beauty, her helplessness, and I began fidgeting nervously.

 

[FurryFury]

There was a delay. The task force found that they could not move as quickly as they thought. They phoned Alex who was frustrated and angry, then Jacob.

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The waitress flirted with Jake in the hotel’s restaurant. It was early yet and not too many people were in there. “Stacy” as her name tag said was cute and sassy. She made it clear she would like to see more of Jake much more.

She brought his salad, and steak acting just a touch more provocative each time.

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Alex phoned Jake to tell him of the delay and suggested that it might be better that Alex stayed at the hotel.

“Jake, I’m scared of what I might do. If I were there with the men that took Tierney, if she’s hurt, I just might go nuts. You really got me thinking about what I might do. Would you go and keep in touch with me? I want to be there but if I go I don’t know how I could control myself.” Alex said as he walked down to the bar for a drink. His head was killing him. All the tension he thought he had gotten rid of with Vonda was back heavier and thicker than before.

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Somehow Tierney had fallen asleep. She felt something, and smelled something in the cage with her. Her body was slimed with something now, she wasn’t sure what but creatures were all over her licking and biting at her skin, trying to crawl inside her. Marking her as they did, they wormed through her passages making her fit for nothing ever again but them.

She woke up crying and felt her body in terror. Eventually she realized that at least had been just a dream.

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Tierney’s captor slept like a baby having deep and restful dreams of self satisfaction.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly looked at him, and she closed her eyes, then opened them again, “Hello.”

Her hands shook, not from fear, but a pure need to touch him. They tried to speak at the same time, each saying “I'm sorry.” Shelly swallowed the pain in her chest, which seemed to be clawing at her at that moment. She couldn't breath and there was a lump in her throat.

She laid the tray down on the bar, and took his hand in hers, and said nothing as they headed to the back of the bar and out the entrance. Shelly didn't want words, she just wanted held, needed it, craved it. Her body ached from the loss of him, and her very soul needed to feel him against her, once more.

The air outside was warm and did nothing but add more heat to her all ready flushed skin. She turned him, her fingers moved to her hair and she kissed him softly. Her lips pressed gently, then her tongue swept out to touch his skin. She breathed deep the fragrance of his body, allowing it to pool inside her soul and become one with her.

Her fingers trembled and her knees grew weak, but still she pressed onward. Her tongue moved into his mouth, and danced along side his, as tears escaped her now closed eyes. She gave all she had ever wanted to tell him in that searing kiss, marking him as her own and loving the feel of his body next to hers.

She pulled away, and breathed once more, enveloping his essence, locking it inside incase he left her again, incase she said something stupid that would drive him away. Shelly laid her head to his chest and just held him.

 

[Rockingham]

"I'm glad you're awake," He said, from his chair opposite of her. He watched her over a glass of wine, his eyes swirling in the dark pools of liquid under him. Each time he sipped at it, he felt hungry for her flesh once more, the fine parts of her body that would beg for him, even if she could not.

"I wanted to show you something," a picture on the screen, frozen, solid, showing her scared face. He was on top of her, overpowering her, making her his own, forcing himself deep inside her. Did she like it? He had paused it here because even in those tear stained cheeks he thought he saw a moment where she did like it. She had smiled, or cum, maybe both, in this span of just a few seconds.

The cage opened, and there was a glass of wine next to her, "Believe me when I say running is useless. If you manage to get out of the door, I have given numerous guards around my place very specific instructions what to do. They will not kill you. They do not have guns... no, they have knives. They will cut you, deep, cut at your tendons, so you are unable to walk, and then rape you. They will call over each and every guard, gang fuck you until you will be begging them to stop. Ten men, black, just out of prison. I hand picked them myself, they will not treat a young pretty thing such as yourself with as much love and adoration as myself."

He offered her the wine, and a small pillow to sit at his side.

"I wanted to watch the tape with you, maybe get some insights from you. What you felt, what you liked... what you want done again."

He gave a smile.

"Please, Tierney. Come rest at my side."

 

[FurryFury]

Shaking from the terror of the dream, she eventually managed to slip away into a darker rest that was not filled with beasts biting and crawling inside her or defiling her.

When she woke again she wasn't alone.

"I'm glad you're awake," He said.

For the first time she could see him, see his face and body instead of just feel him or smell him but it didn't help. This made no sense. Why? Why him? Why did he do this? Her mind overflowed with questions that she couldn't put voice to yet. Tierney was utterly frozen in shock.

On a screen was a picture of her, bleeding, crying and it looked like there might be a glimmer of some pleasure in her lips around that terrible gag. Her green eyes couldn't been seen behind the blindfold. She closed her eyes unable to stand the image or the implication. She knew she had not enjoyed any of that. It wasn't fair for it to look even one tiny bit like she had. The first time, yes, she had but she still didn't understand why or how and she hated remembering that time in her house. This time though it was pain through and through not pleasure.

He did something that made the cage open. She looked around moving nothing but her eyes. She saw the glass of wine. She tried to figure out a way to get away. His voice came to her again.

"Believe me when I say running is useless..." He began. What he said after that made her want to retch. Not only was he wanting to give her pain, use her in ways that debased her but he didn't even care if his "men" used her too? What sort of human being was he? All those years she had known him, and he had hid this insider him? Again she wondered how a person got to be this way and why?

"...they will not treat a young pretty thing such as yourself with as much love and adoration as myself." He finished.

She couldn't believe his words. Love and adoration, is that why he thought he had shown her? Her mind boggled her stomach flipped and burned.

He offered her the wine, and a small pillow to sit at his side.

"I wanted to watch the tape with you, maybe get some insights from you. What you felt, what you liked... what you want done again."

He gave a smile.

"Please, Tierney. Come rest at my side."

"Please?" She asked. "Now you ask please? After what you've done?" Tierney moved from the damn cage. He has shown me who he is. That means he believes I will never escape or he plans to kill me she thought. Her eyes blazed at him. Her body was so sore and stiff, she couldn't move very fast. There were square indention's on her skin from the metal mesh of the cage but she wasn't aware of that yet.

"Do you think I want to watch how you used me? You think that would be restful to me? I'll tell you without watching the tape I liked nothing! I felt rage, pain and shame. I don't want to do any of it ever again. How dare you do this?" She said, her voice shaking with her emotions and exhaustion. She moved over to the wine and picked it up. Slowly she stood. It hurt to stand but she would stand on her own two feet. She looked like she were going to sip the wine but at the last minute she threw it at his face. She moved for the door.

"You go to hell!" She said a little louder and sounded a more assured. Her body was starting to move a little better now but she was very uncertain that she would make the door before he did. Ten black men indeed! Just like he treated her so well? She was going to die here if she didn't get away, if not in flesh, then in spirit. So Tierney reached for that slender hope of escape because it was the only hope she had.