Buying The Virgin Part 1-3
Chapter 128: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Forty-Four
CHARLOTTE
My blood pounds a single pulse, so hard inside me, that it makes my fingertips tingle. My heart racing, I try to scream, but….
“It’s me. Shhh…”
“Master?”
“Yes, we’re all here.”
“Michael?”
“Yes, and Richard. The police are on their way.”
“Just the three of you? How soon before the police get here?
Richard’s voice from the shadows behind me. “Maybe thirty minutes. They’re coming from the City. That hotel we were staying in; it’s not far. When the police found out where you’d been taken, we were closer than they are.”
I swivel out of my Master’s grasp. “We don’t have thirty minutes. They’ve got Beth in there, and Klempner wants to gang-rape her, and me. And they’re looking for me.” I gesture wildly around the yard where, bit by bit, all the hiding places are being checked. “We can’t all stay here for thirty minutes and not be found. I’ll distract them….”
My Master’s hand whips out, gripping my wrist. “Like Hell you will…”
“If they don’t find me quickly, they’ll keep looking, and they’re bound to find all of you. Better if I distract them, and then you’re free to act…. There’s too many of them for you, without having surprise on your side…”
“How many?” asks Michael.
“I’ve counted eight, including Klempner. “And I think they’re expecting Corby.”
And with that, I twist my hand from my Master’s, and run out into the open, deliberately making enough noise, that the two thugs close by, hear me. As I dash across the courtyard, they yell, raising the alarm, and all of them give chase, following me into the darkness, and away from my would-be-rescuers.
*****
MICHAEL
Charlotte slips James’ grip, racing out into the courtyard, and away from us. James curses, reaching to catch her, but she dodges his grip and goes. “Charlotte!” he hisses. But she ignores him and keeps running.
He stands, holding his hands mid-air, in frustration, as though trying to shake her by non-existent shoulders. “When I catch her again, she is not going to sit down for a fucking week!”
I say nothing. I agree with him and can add nothing. After a silent pause, Richard says, “She had a point though.”
James turns on him, finger raised, then halts. “Yes, she did. Let’s….”
There is a yell from the darkness beyond the yard. “We’ve got her.”
Flanked on both sides, pinned at the arms, Charlotte is marched back to the farmhouse.
the door as she is brought in, picking his teeth. “Back inside with her.” he drawls. “It’s
the door behind them. When it seems clear that all is quiet, James mutters “How many of them
think I saw a couple
so we’re agreeing
the door’s opening
perhaps. As the doors swing open to a dark interior, dimly, cars can be
minute,” I mutter, moving quietly through the gloom,
of the cars, searching for something, then
the door, I step out of the darkness, the man’s eyes widening as he sees me at the last moment; far too late to prevent the crack, as my forehead meets with
struggles, so I head-butt him again, and he
“Any rope
holding up what the
and bind the unconscious man, James murmurs, “It’s probably
were going to.…” mutters Richard. “You’re a dirty fighter, Michael. That’s not a fighting
in fighting. Just
nods, then, “Looks like they’re all safely inside now. Shall
cross the yard, working our way quietly around, until, standing right outside a brightly lit window, just
is a very large room. Klempner and his men are there, with Charlotte and Beth. Beth looks to be almost in a state of collapse, terror-stricken and
But Charlotte….
*****
CHARLOTTE
gripped at either side, before they release me, to stand in the centre of the room. Klempner nods at one of
is all but dragged into the room. I don’t think she can stand without support, and released, she drops to her hands and
to
much time can I
dismiss
to be obvious about it, I glance around the windows, but
Where are they?
crowding me. I scent him, his
Oh, he’s enjoying this.
supposed to be
Fuck that….
demand, keeping my voice loud. “You rape me? Gang-bang me?
think I don’t know about men like you? Remember where I grew up. You know a lot about me, so you
Let’s see what we can do about it….” His voice cool, almost indifferent, Klempner glances sideways, either
arms are seized again, outstretched, pulled
Don’t show fear….
fingers into the front of my blouse, tearing it apart, stripping it off
Master, where are you….?
tugged apart