Masters And Lovers 1-4

Chapter 35

Charlotte

My head bangs and with every movement, every vibration, every swerve, the throbbing pulses through from some epicentre, I think where I banged my skull as I fell. My knees too, feel stiff and heated. As I try to shift into a more comfortable position, pain stabs up from one ankle.

I can barely move. I’m lying on my side, one cheek flat down.

My baby…

Something soft, maybe a towel, sandy and hairy, presses against my face, smelling of seaweed and wet dog. I keep having to blink as with every jog of the car, grains of sand dislodge against my eyes.

From somewhere, I hear classic small-dog yapping. Excitement?

Or worry?

Scruffy…

My mouth is taped, very securely, the adhesive pulling and tearing at the softer skin of my lips as I try to work my jaw. My feet are bound; my wrists too, behind my back and too tightly. My hands went numb long ago and my fingers feel bloated.

My Master ties, binds or restrains me regularly, but it never feels like this.

If I don’t get some blood to my fingers soon…

My knees hurt.

Breathing’s not easy. A warm trickle from one nostril pools and crisps on my skin, and my cheek presses into something warm and fluid.

It’s not quite dark. Light spills through odd chinks in the bodywork, outlining blankets, dog leads and one of those long-handle-things that launches a tennis ball.

My mother?

Kirstie?

Kirstie’s yell of fury, cut short. Scrabbling. The impact of something against the car. My

engine, the rumble of

brakes, the swing of the car, throwing

the clunk

What happened?

Something…

to the jolt and tumble of uneven ground, the engine grinding down to a lower gear.

up as best I can, I try to shelter my belly

*****

car jerks to a stop and the engine

of

yapping stops.

lock clunks. The trunk cracks open and light

silhouetted against the sunshine spearing my eyes, I see the face

mother-fucker and his bastard to boot. Klempner’ll take care of him. And I even got that slut, Kirstie. She’ll

want to shriek at him. Scream at him. Punch his

I’m tied, hand and foot

I settle

and slings me over his shoulder, then whistling, carries me through the door

*****

 

James

past, blasts his horn and shouts something out through the window at a pair of harmless cops leaning

can’t pick out the words, but whatever it is, the two jolt to attention, jump into their car and go screaming after him, quickly followed

Baxter snorts and chuckles.

before,” I comment to Klempner, keeping my face

“You have no idea…”

down at his hands. Klempner turns on the engine.

of hundred yards. There used to be a

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