Hot daze, explorations and suspire.

[Rockingham]

"Good."

He circled her, slow and deliberate, His eyes trailing over her body with too much emphasis, toying with her as His own personal piece of meat. He knelt down, slapped her ass once, watched it jiggle with almost perfection before bouncing back into place. Yes, He loved it.

Back to her now, still obedient, still silent. her gaze was still at His cunt.

"Say it," He whispered in her ear, nibbling on it as a lover should. He let his hand move down her body, glide past those luscious curves, and into the succulent V of her sex.

"Say it is My cunt," one finger trailed along her slit, slightly parting those puffy lips, teasing the clit as He kept His finger just outside of her, wanting to push in, but not daring to.

"Say it, My pet."

 

[FurryFury]

She could feel his eyes going over her body. She wanted to snatch them out of his head. This act was getting harder and harder for her to maintain even with her many years of smooth practice at subterfuge and manipulation. She chafed at pretending this for him even for a little while simply to survive.

Inside she shook with rage and fear. She was afraid and Tierney hated that. No matter what she did he hurt her in ways that could kill her or felt like they might. He was walking around her now. She wanted to scream. She wanted to be safe.

It came out of no where. He slapped her ass. She jumped from the surprise more than the pain. He came back around to the front of her and sat as if he were some king and she only a slave.

"Say it," He whispered in her ear. His hands drifting over her body, making her skin crawl. Tierney had to work hard to keep from letting it show. She was looking down at herself. He had told her to do that. To look at one of the many parts of herself that should be private and that he had hurt so badly.

He was acting now as if they were lovers but they were nothing of the kind, mortal enemies perhaps. His hand slid down and covered her mound. She was so tired of being helpless. She couldn't understand what he wanted her to say. Tierney could barely think clearly.

"Say it is My cunt," He demanded as he played with her as if she were some damn toy."Say it, My pet."

"It is your cunt." She said softly. The word was rather abhorrent to her on a good day. These were not good days. In this context the word felt like sand in her throat.

 

[Babette_____]

Stacey was trying hard to keep her hands from her lover. Her thoughts were full of his images and all the erotic things they had done and would do in the future. She thought also of how he was different then the other men she’d dated. Most were more then willing to fuck her, but none really cared if she enjoyed it or not, Jake was different. . .different was good.

She picked out a nightclub that also had a great dining establishment as well as a bar. It wasn’t long before she was foot-tapping to the country music that was playing and she grinned at Jake. “I bet you thought I’d be a punk rock kinda girl didn’t you?” she laughed and sipped at her beer.

There were several couples neckin’ in corners, others just cuddling close. Jake and her sat beside each other, one hand on her drink the other resting lightly on his thigh.

Stacey wasn’t sure what is was that told her to look over by the door, but she did. Her eyes grew wide as she took in a couple of men she’d been avoiding for some time now. “Fuck,” she muttered. If there had been time she would have eased under the table and hid, but the two men saw her and headed toward her and Jake.

“Stacey,” the bigger man said. The other just looked at Jake, studied him, but remained quiet.

“Henry,” she muttered.

“Got it?” he asked.

“Not yet,” she told him.

“You had until noon today. Did you forget?” Henry looked at the man and then back to Stacey. “Did your pussy get occupied, so your mind wasn’t thinking straight?”

Stacey clenched Jake’s leg, hoping he let the insult fly by.

 

[Rockingham]

"Hmm, that's right is it My cunt. You must understand that now. Yo have to accept it."

She obeyed him, willingly. Not lovingly, but willingly. He would let that go for now.

"you only have one job in life, My pet. That is to please Me. Everything else is is dead to you, unsufficient. There is only Me. you are no longer a person, but My play thing, to use when I want, to fuck when I want."

His fingers trailed inside her, touching at her warm core. The juice ran down his fingers easily enough, as he felt her walls expanding to accept him. He did not push back far enough to play with her wound, no. He did not want to show her pain, just pleasure. He fucked her with his fingers, taking them out ever so often to lick at them.

"My cunt tastes delicious," He played with her clit, his fingers going out to her mouth.

"you may taste yourself My pet. Taste how much you want Me, how hot you are for your Master."

 

[FurryFury]

The men working the case believed they had found out where Tierney was really being held and the began calling the others who were waiting for word. They planned to go in, hoping Tierney was still alive and in good shape, in the next four hours.

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Tierney wanted to hurt this man making such crude demands and assertions but for now she also still wanted to survive. Meekly she did as he told her, tasting herself, kneeling before him, and letting him touch her because she couldn't think of a better course of action, yet.

 

[MrWolf1]

It had been over an hour since they had arrived at the beautiful house who’s windows all seemed to offer an overlook of the ocean. Night had completely fallen by then, and only the silvery light of the full moon could be seen rippling in reflection on the gently moving waters, churned by the same warm evening breeze that now kissed the cheeks of the two that stood out upon the high looking balcony.

Jacob’s arms wrapped tightly around Shelly’s waist, pressing her back to his chest as they both gazed out into the moon-lit night. The fact that they both were naked did not seem the least bit of a concern. The blush that still glowed upon their skin was not from bashfulness, but from them spending the last hour or more beginning to fulfill Shelly’s request of christening every room in the house. As they cuddled close, memories of their time in the large bedroom at their backs warmed them both. One room down, so many more to fill with the scent and sounds of their sex.

Yet, that would have to be for another time. Jacob knew it was getting close to the time when he would have to leave. In the back of his mind, the images of the horrors he had witnessed still managed to stain the perfect thoughts of his time with Shelly. He hated to leave her, but he had to do what he could to keep what he had seen from happening again.

“I have to go.” he spoke, his words soft on her ear, as the breath that carried it caressed her face. She just nodded, turning around in his arms to face him, her eyes still asparkle, a smile on her sweet warm lips. He tasted of them once more. Never before, or ever again, did he believe he’d ever feel as he did when he was with Shelly. His heart was full, his soul complete. And, as their lips parted ever so reluctantly, he leaned down, planting a soft kiss upon her forehead. “I will be back. I promise you.”

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“Didn’t think you were gonna make it.” Huston said as the sliding door of the van opened, his wide frame filling almost the entire entry. He moved to the side as Jacob leapt into the vehicle, taking his seat just as Huston pulled the door shut, the rumbling engine of the ancient vehicle roaring once before propelling the it out onto the road. In a few minutes time, they would be at the large luxurious hotel who’s conference hall served as a command center for the search and rescue of a Mrs. Tierney Davis . The wife of Alex Davis, an apparently wealthy businessman, though what kind of business he was involved in, Jacob didn’t know.

Yet, as van full of flak jacketed, weapon toting mercs drove the dark roads that night, Jacob’s thoughts turned back to the day he’d spent with Shelly. A smile unknowingly curled his lips.

“I was gonna ask where you’d been, but from that smile you’re sportin’ I think I already know.” Jacob turned to see a smirk decorating the face of his old friend Huston, as the man looked back at him. “A good day I take it?”

Jacob just smiled wider, leaning back against the plate steel of the van’s inner wall. “If you had asked, my friend.” Jacob said, “I would have told ya that I’d been to heaven, and met a very fiery angel to boot.”

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The briefing was more detailed then Jacob would have guessed. The information he’d gotten from that disgusting man from the house had only been a few names and locations. Yet, it seemed that it had been enough. In his hands he held a file folder with at least a hundred pages within; some with pictures of selected targets to look out for, names, descriptions, and, he wouldn’t be surprised if it also said when each person used the bathroom. It also held a detailed map of what appeared to be a mansion.

“From what our satellite surveillance could tell us,“ one of the Suits from the Outfit spoke, his voice as always cold and disconnected as he looked towards the large screen on the wall, where an overhead view of the mansion was projected, “This was the only location given to us by the suspect in custody that had any sort of activity.” He used a laser pointer to flash a tiny dot of red upon the image, making circling motions where small human figures could be seen patrolling the areas around the building. “We’ve counted at least three patrols per shift, two guards each. It is imperative they be taken out quickly and quietly.” Affirmative nods came from Jacob and the other members of his squad.

“That will be your job.” The Suit indicated Jacob’s group. “As I stated, quick and quiet.”

“What we do best, sir.” Huston piped up. The others around him voicing their agreement with several ‘Hell, yeah’s.

“I’m sure.” the Suit replied blankly. He then turned to his left, where Cyndi sat behind a laptop computer. “Thermal, please. And in real time.” Cyndi nodded, and began typing rapidly. A second later, the light-enhanced photo shifted, replaced by swirls of blues, purples, and greens. Here and there, blobs of yellow and red spotted the image. A few more keys pressed, and the same yellow and reds began to move. The ones outside the light green stain of the house slowly circled it’s circumference, while inside, several more hot spots could be seen. Some grouped together in masses of warm colors, unmoving where they sat. Others, single dots, paced where the hallways would have been.

“As you can see, their security is quite tight. We’ve counted at least two dozen more walking the house, as well as guarding what appears to be the way to the lower levels.” the red of his laser circling the place where several hot spots could be seen grouped tightly together. “Unfortunately, our thermal could not penetrate into the lower portion of the estate, so we can not be sure of numbers beyond that point, but we are confident our main objective is located there.”

The Suit’s dark eyes looked over at the other group of soldiers. “While they, “motioning to Jacob’s team, “take care of the patrols, your job will be to disrupt then eliminate surveillance.” Again he looked over at Cyndi. “E.Mag.” Once more, she began to type, and again the image on the screen shifted. What once was a swirl of many colors, now turned almost entirely red. Darker shadows still highlighted the shape of the building, but every hue was now a tint of red. Then, amidst the crimson there flashed spots of silver. Mainly grouped along the outer walls, they were evenly spaced, yet some dotted the inside as well. From all those silvery flecks, thin metallic lines could be seen trailing from each, bending at right angles, until every one converged to where a much large, faster flashing nugget of silver danced on the screen, in the same place where Jacob remembered seeing a gathering of red spots from the thermal.

The Suit’s pointer indicated the even number of silver dots along the outer edge of the house. “As the ElectroMagnetic shows, there are cameras scanning the perimeter, as well as inside. These will have to be disabled.” He looked back at the other group. “This will be for you to do. You will have to place and activate EMPs at these key points.” Flashing purple dots now appeared on the screen. “This will give the illusion to them of a simple fault in the system. You will then have only thirty seconds to gain entry by way of the eastern entrance, then you must capture and secure the surveillance control room…here.” He looped the laser dot around the large blot of silver near the eastern edge of the building, to which all the others were linked. “As always, quick and silent are essential.”

“Once the control room is secure, “ he turned his gaze back to Jacobs group, “you will join up with the them inside and proceed with a sweep. Silenced weapons or stealth kills only. We cannot allow our presence to be known until the last possible moment. Survival of the hostage is paramount.” He then looked over at Cyndi. “She will be in constant communication once you enter the building. She will be your eyes and keep you in the right direction.” The screen then went white, and he set down his laser pointer. “That is all. We will deploy in exactly fifteen minutes. Be ready.”

 

[Rockingham]

"Ohhh good girl," she drank from his lips like a lamb, feeble and obediant. She had become his lamb, yes. She was his lamb and he her shephard. That is how things had grown to this point. It was their relationship, perfect in all that they had done.

He moved to the room, grabbing at a pair of handcuffs. He bit his lower lip as he did so. Hmmmm, then if he had truly broken her will, there was only one thing left to do.

"Come with me, my pet."

He took her to another room, this one more clean, more sanitized. It looked like an operating room, with thick tile and a drain in the floor. There was a stainless steel bed with stirrups. He motioned for her, as this would be her final bed, her final resting place.

"Put these on, and get on here," He motioned for the bed as he handed her the handcuffs. It would be the most perfect ending, the most perfect orgasm. He would own her, complete her, everything would end here, just as it began.

He started putting on gloves.

"Hurry my pet. I want to enjoy this moment with you."

 

[FurryFury]

Tierney hung back and moved slowly. There was something about seeing the hand cuffs that terrified her even more than she already had been. It was almost funny. How can you become more scared when you have already been saturated with it?

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Shelly watched him leave. It was as if a part of her left. She felt the tug on her heart and as she slipped back into the house, this time alone, she didn’t feel happy. She felt alone, deserted and she found she didn’t like it.

Her eyes moved across the furniture of the home that she’d purchased. What memories did this place have in them? What stories could these articles of wood and cloth tell her? Would she make memories here with Jacob, or would something separate them, before they could begin a real life together.

Shelly took a book from one of the small bags she had brought over from her little hut on the beach and went to her bedroom. It was there where she felt closer to Jacob. She climbed in between the blankets and sheets and curled up with the book and the pillow he’d laid upon. He was with her now. She could smell him and as she started to read she found herself unable to concentrate on anything but him.

She closed the book and slipped her fingers over her body. As she touched herself, she thought of him and pictured his face in her mind. Soon her body was exploding as she called out his name and showered her hand with her nectar. “Hurry home,” she whispered to the air. “Hurry home.”

 

[FurryFury]

Tierney was tied to the table again now. Her demented kidnapper was hurting her again. She'd been good. Hadn't she been as good as any human being could be under the circumstances? She could feel her life ebbing from her. She wasn't sad about it anymore. She almost welcomed it. Life, death, horror all combined to make her numb even as pain ripped through her, and she screamed part of her was numb.

Distantly she heard the sounds of guns and explosions or fireworks and a car backfiring, she couldn't tell. Her hope was nearly extinguished. She figured this was some mad illusion of it leading her astray. She was going to die and it was really okay. Perhaps it was even better this way. At least the pain would stop, the bleeding would cease. Those sounds, she made them up. It had to be that she made them up, except, was the madman pausing and listening too?

 

[MrWolf1]

So far, so good.

The night was cool on Jacob’s face, as he knelt in the still moist earth. The foliage around him casting mottled shadows in the full moonlight, masking his presence, so that even Huston, who was no more then an arm’s length away, had trouble seeing him. It also meant that the two bodies, lying face down upon the ground behind them, would also go un-noticed.

Jacob stole a quick look back, the dark outlines of the two dead guards stood out even in the inky black from the treetops above. He and Huston had taken them out fairly quickly, one slit throat and one broken neck. Fast and noiseless. As per their orders. Jacob’s eyes then turned back to watch the large imposing house that stood tall in the middle of a large clearing , circled by towering trees and shrubbery. It was under those trees, huddled among the bushes, that he and Huston waited, while they kept their gazes on the small, slowly panning cameras from where they hung from the first floor eves. At the front of each, a tiny red light could be seen. When this light went dark, the two men knew it was their signal to enter the house.

Minutes ticked by. Then, the red light from the three camera they could see vanished. Booted feet dug into the ground, springing the soldiers from their hiding place. Staying low, hunched down, the two quickly followed the outside of the building, working their way ‘round towards the eastern side. Along the way, they met up with the others from their group, and together, the squad filed in through the now open doors of what once was the back entrance to the former mansion. Inside, they met members of the other squad, and were lead to the surveillance room. While some stood guard in the hall, Jacob and the rest stepped inside. As they entered the small converted storage room, they saw that most of it had been taken up with various machines. The wall to Jacob’s left appeared to be nothing but racks of VCRs, and to his right, cabinets filled with video cassettes. On the far wall right in front of him, glowing in the dim light in the room, were almost a dozen monitor screens, set into the wall itself. Right below them, was a long control panel, flashing with many colored lights.

At that moment, one of the other squad sat before the panel, gazing up at the screens.

“Did you find her?” Jacob whispered, as he stepped up behind the seated soldier.

“Not yet.” the man replied. “I’ve checked the cams here on the first and second floor. There appear to be only three patrols checking the halls…,” he flicked the buttons in front of him, and the images on the screens shifted, some showing guards walking along in pairs, “…and right now they are all on the second floor, so we don‘t have long.”

“And the hostage?” Huston asked.

Again the screens changed, pictures of rooms appeared and disappeared. Some of them, filled with devices of torture and pain, caused Jacob to cringe. So, there were others as sick and twisted as the man they had caught before. Was this some kind of perverted club? Were men enjoyed inflicting pain on women? A growl started in Jacob’s throat as memories flooded his mind….

A young woman, beaten, raped, tortured to death in a basement dungeon by a demon of a human being…her last words, breathed with her last breath…thank you…before death ended her pain.

Not again, Jacob promised himself. He would not let that happen again. He would find the one responsible, and only God himself would be able to stop Jacob from dishing out payback.

“Here!”

Jacob returned from his thoughts of vengeance in time to see the soldier at the controls point at one of the monitors. IN it was a scene from a horror movie. A woman, who Jacob knew had to be the Mrs. Davis they were after, was tied down to some kind of table. Her nude body was blotched in dark stains, ones that could only be blood. Over her, also nude, stood a man, dark marks covering his skin as well. Jacob gulped. Were they too late? No, they couldn’t be! Not again! It would not happen again!

“Were is that?!” Jacob almost yelled.

Startled, the man seated at the controls fumbled for a moment, but then managed to recall the camera. “Uh, the basement…I can’t tell what room, but I can guide you from here.”

“Good,” Jacob tunred to the soldiers in the room. “Two of you are to stay behind and protect this room. The rest of you…two groups…one to head upstairs to take out the remaining patrols, the other with me, we’re heading for the basement.” Before anyone to speak, Jacob spoke into the mic at his shoulder. “Cyndi, do you read?”

“I’m here.” Cyndi’s voice chirped from the headphone in his left ear.

“We’re heading for the basement, I need you to get us there.”

“Um, ok…will do.”

Jacob pulled the automatic pistol from the holster under his arm, holding it up and ready. “Let’s move!”

As he rushed out the door, the others stood in the control room, all eyes looking at Huston.

“Aren’t you squad leader?” one finally asked Huston.

Huston just sighed, grinned, and, pulling his own weapon from it’s rest, said, “I thought I was.” before leaping from the door.

The others followed suit, some breaking off to head up stairs, while the rest hurried off, guided by Cyndi’s directions, towards the basement stairs. The going was good, reaching the hall to the lower levels, the troops managed to take out the few guards with several well timed silenced bullets. It seemed almost too easy, Jacob thought.

It was true. Just as Jacob took the first step down, a door down the hall behind them opened. The guard that walked out had just managed to zip back up when he saw the group of mercs, and managed to draw his gun before being taken out by another silenced shot. Yet, the shot the rang out from his small pistol was not silent. The shot rang loud and clear.

Then…all hell broke loose.

 

[FurryFury]

Tierney's own noises were so loud she wasn't able to hear the mayhem all though them. Her demented captor had resumed his attack on her body until she felt again as if she were about to die.

Her screams echoed in her own ears and then the pain lessened. It wasn't being spurred on by his hands or implements. He had paused again though it took her some time to notice. She was too confused, too torn apart at first.

Then it seemed as if she were alone. Bleeding on the steel table. Tied onto it. The pain was duller now but constant. It was more bearable. She wondered if she would die. She wondered at the sounds which were getting louder. She wondered where her hated "master" was.

 

[Rockingham]

He had cut at her skin, small flaps that eased her skin back from the muscles. He loved the feeling of her skin as it gave way, the blood ran freely from her. Too freely. He knew all too soon that this was not going to last long. She couldn't take his love too much longer.

No, but wasn't she being a good girl. A very good girl, indeed.

"Not long now," He said, his fingers easing inside her once more, pleasing her the only way he could.

"Sir... Sir," It was someone knocking at the door. He turned his head, curious, but mostly frustrated at the interference. He had wanted to be quiet for his last masterpiece, cutting her up into the beautiful artful creature that she deserved to be.

"They found us. A unit. We have them surrounded in the lower levels, but they will be coming."

Surrounded. Wasn't that wonderful? They would all be dead soon, and then...

He heard explosions, followed by sounds of gunfire.

Even if they were surrounded, this would not end well. A military unit, next to his group of ex cons and felons, would not be a match at all. It would be best that he left.

He looked back at his masterpiece though.

"No," He couldn't finish her. She was so close, just a few more slice, a few more arteries to cut. She was so close to death, so close to perfection.

"My pet."

Another explosion.

He shook his head, "I will find you again, my love. We will finish what started this night."

He left at that, the knife dropping from his hand, already forgotten. He could not stay, he had to get out. He had a way to escape, just in case something this crazy could happen. He never hoped to use it, or perhaps use it with his love at his side, but things had changed.

He was taking it alone, with so much left behind.

It was not over. No matter what they thought.

It was not over...

 

[FurryFury]

The doors burst open. Tierney opened her eyes. It wasn't her captor or one of his rapists. Was it, could it be, help at last? Hope felt too large inside her and too dangerous. She might live after all and be free.

Would she ever be able to be with a man again? Would Alex want her or would any man now? Would she ever have the opportunity to destroy the bastard who had done this to her?

She tried to speak to them but she was too weak to do much more than whisper. All that screaming had torn her throat up, just as the rest of her was torn. He had shredded her mind, body and soul but she wasn't dead yet.

Tierney looked weakly at the men in camo before dropping her head back down on the table. It never even occurred to her what she must look like. Hope was too bright now, it blotted out everything else.

"Thank you! Thank God!" She whispered over and over.

 

[MrWolf1]

The smoke cast by the exploding canisters was thick, making Jacob have to hold his breath as he and Huston ran down the steps into the lower levels of this new house of horrors. Shots rang out from within the cloud of acrid smoke billowing from the several smoke grenades, giving the two men muzzle flashes to target as they ran down into the bowels of the mansion. Their legs pumped hard as they dodged this way and that, more avoiding the guards then trying to take them all out. The other soldiers could do that, they knew, however, their main objective was not to kill all the guards, but to rescue the woman being held somewhere down here. As the artificial fog thinned, the two men had a case of daja vu.

Cold gray stone. Dank damp walls. Naked bulbs casting ominous shadows.

Jacob shivered. Another dungeon. What was with these people? He wondered. How could there be people like these in this day and age? Memories of the young woman from the other house flashed in front of his face. Her face a mask of horror, her eyes begging for death.

Jacob growled, just as a bullet whizzed past his head from behind, close enough to singe his hair as it fluttered in the ponytail he had it tied in! Jacob dove to his right, into an open door, just as a stream of bullets ate into the rotting wood of the doorframe. Landing on his shoulder, he was up on his feet, pressing against the wall beside the opening. It was then he realized he was alone.

“Huston?” he called out.

“Yeah!” Huston’s gruff voice answered, followed by a few coughs. Across the hall, Huston’s wide frame came into view, filling the doorway he had leapt through. “Looks like we were followed.” he yelled, just as another rain of heated metal poured into stone and wood around them. The big man unslung the M16 from his back, pulling back the lever. “Get ready…”

Jacob nodded, pulling his feet under him, ready to run when Huston laid down cover.

“Go!” The powerful rifle belched fire down the hall, just as Jacob sprinted from his hiding place. Shots bounded off the walls around him as he ran, skidding on the dirty floor as he followed the hall as it turned to the left sharply.

“I see you!” Jacob swung his gun up as he came to a halt, ready to take out the source of the voice, before he realized it was in his ear.

“What?” he asked.

“I have a visual on you.” came the voice of the soldier at the monitors. “You must be close…Wait…” there was a pause, then, “Shit, he’s leaving! Hurry! He has to be there somewhere!”

Again, Jacobs feet hammered the hard floor. He would not get away! Jacob would make sure of that!

He chance came as he turned one more corner. The hall before him was only about fifty feet, ending in a dead end. At least, it appeared to be a dead end, until the wall at the end began to raise into the ceiling, revealing a passage behind it. Into that passage, wrapped in a dark colored robe, a tall figure stepped.

“That’s him!” the voice in his ear shouted.

“Freeze!” Jacob yelled, raising his weapon. He would not get away! His finger squeezed the trigger again and again, sending steel death towards the man he felt such hate for.

Hearing Jacob’s scream, the man managed to duck down, letting the bullets chew into the wall instead of his head. His hand hit a switch nearby, sending the stone door sliding back down. The last Jacob saw of him, a wide evil smile graced that face, a face that burned into Jacob’s memory, as the heavy door sealed once again the secret passage.

“NO!” Jacob roared, fists pounding on the unforgiving stone. “Get back here, coward!!” Again and again, Jacob let loose with feral screams, punching the stone uselessly. It wasn’t until blood from torn knuckles spotted the stone did he stop. He had escaped. Jacob growled. Yes, he had gotten away, but he couldn’t run forever. He would be found.

His thoughts of violence were cut short by a female voice, “Forget him, Jac.” Cyndi said, he voice clear from the phone in his ear. “Find the hostage!”

Cyndi brought him back, his thoughts turning from violence to aid, as he turned around, entering the only door along this stretch of hall. The room beyond he hardly noticed, his attention centered upon the form laying out upon the metallic table in the center of the room. The only light within hanging directly above, casting a halo of light around her. He moved up next to her, his heart caught in his throat as he touched her forehead softly.

“Can you hear me?” he spoke softly. Her chest rising and falling with very shallow breaths. The perfect olive of her skin ruined by bruise and blood. A pool of red was between he legs, proof of the kind of abuse she had been subjected to. “You’re alright now.” he said as he pulled a strip of cloth from his shirt, using it to pat the sweat and blood from her face. Behind him, he could hear the beating of boots. The other soldiers were on their way.

He only hoped, as he looked at the poor woman upon the table, that they were in time.

 

[FurryFury]

She passed out. Tierney was so weak and had lost so much blood that she passed out just as a familiar looking man's face swam in her vision. That made no sense to her. It was Alex or Jake it was . . . someone and then he was gone.

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The medics had to work fast to keep her thready pulse going. It was touch and go but they did get her to the hospital.

Alex met them there, pacing and making demands. Vonda tried to help and soothe him while they waited.

It took hours to put Tierney's body back together again. Hours to sew up the pieces and begin to re-hydrate her, refill her veins. After stopping the blood and making sure she didn't have a concussion, they kept her under while they worked.

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She woke up connected to machines feeling small and weak. Alex tried to act like nothing had changed but she felt his anger roiling off of him like smoke from a camp fire.

Tierney wanted to comfort him. She wanted to tell him she was sorry and it was okay, that she didn't blame him but it wasn't all right. It was all she could do to simply lie there and breathe.

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As she began to heal in body she also tried to make sense of what had happened and heal in spirit. Tierney found one was far easier to put back together than the other.

Alex remained distant. He was clearly in pain. She couldn't seem to help him. Tierney hoped Vonda would be able to do what she herself could not.

It was hard enough to deal with her own problems right then. She wasn't doing a very good job of it.

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When she was better, she found out who had saved her. She sent a note and an offer to Jacob and the others that had helped saved her.

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Tierney looked over the records of what Alex had set in motion that had helped find her. Still, she couldn't talk about what had happened to her. She wouldn't even say his name. Alex knew he had to know who her tormentor had been. It didn't help things at all.

Rumors about Tierney and Alex Davis had circulated in moneyed society like blood through shark infested waters. Tierney was no longer visible in the ladies who lunch and do charitable good works crowd. She had no time for that right now, she hated herself and she was in a rage. She would have her revenge somehow, someday.

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Time had passed. She was for all intents and purposes okay again. Two years, it had been two years and she hadn't been able to find him or herself.

Still she was better. Tierney smiled at her reflection in the glass full length mirror. The scars had faded to small silver slashes or angry red things but mostly she looked herself again.

Tonight for the first time she would have a party. She had invited Jacob and his lady Shelly.

She had invited a very select few others. Here at home where every memory she could destroy of her tormentor had been erased, she felt safe again. It was time to try to live again, enjoy life again and hope for the future.

Tierney walked down to the pool to oversee the finishing touches on the pool side table.

 

[MrWolf1]

The steam curling from the mug of coffee in his hand leapt up in wisps, as a soft warm ocean breeze floated across the balcony. Endless stretches of calm waters, rippling ever so gently with the slow wind, filled his view from where he leaned upon the rail, sipping from the stoneware mug. As that hand was lowered, the other was brought up. Were the first held a coffee cup, this one lifted a single piece of rigid cardstock. On it’s surface, the light of the morning sun danced over raised letters, printed in shining silver.

Jacob smiled as he read the invitation for what seemed like the dozenth time. A party at the Davis’s estate, to celebrate Mrs. Davis’ return to good health.

Good health, Jacob thought. I dearly hope so.

His doubts were not without merit. Over the last two years, Mrs. Davis had been in correspondence with him. At first showering him with thanks, even offering him a job with her personal security, a job he had heard was offered to other members of his unit. He didn’t know if any of them had excepted, but he had politely refused, knowing that it would have meant leaving the island. This was Shelly’s home, and his now as well. They had just started building a life here, and he would not do anything to disturb that.

Even after that, though, the letters back and forth continued. A bond of friendship had been formed between himself and Mrs. Davis, so it came as little surprise when her letters began speaking of fears, of mental wounds yet to heal. With what she had been through, he was surprised she was in as good a shape as she was, of course she would have scars upon her mind, ones that would take a very very long time to fade, if they did at all. He did all he could with his returns to assure her, to give her hope. After a while, it seemed to have worked, as her letters became more and more lighthearted.

Now, an invitation. At first, he had thought about going. But now…

He turned, putting his back to the ocean and stepping back into the bedroom. The windows were still covered by the closed blinds, and, save for the open balcony doors, the light that made it inside formed striped lines upon the floor, and across the four poster bed. It was beside this that Jacob walked. As he reached the side, he gently sat, letting his soft gaze pour over the vision of beauty that lay on the pillow.

Her hair formed a crimson halo about her tanned face. Not able to resist, he reached out, touching her cheek with feathery fingers. The tiny freckles on her face just barley visible as his fingertip traced them. It had been two years, and still he felt his heart melt whenever he let his eyes fall onto her. They had been lovers first, then friends….now…

His hand drifted down, until it came to rest on her belly. There it stayed, feeling. A smile pulled at the corners of his lips, just as he looked up, to find her soft sweet eyes looking back at him.

“Good morning.” he greeted her, once again losing himself to those eyes. “And how is my dear wife this morning?” He asked, ending it with a sweet soft kiss to her silken lips.

He knew the question before it departed those same lips. “And yes, I have decided. I’d much rather spend the time here, with you. She’ll be disappointed, but when I tell her why…” his hand softly stroking Shelly’s belly, and the new life growing there. “…I think she’ll understand.”