Part 18 (2/2)

”I know. But. You don't know what went on in there. What I had to do.” She drew herself up to her full height. Threw back her shoulders. Took a deep breath. ”I can do it.” Taking some emotional support from Christi's closeness.

”Okay. I'm going to talk to him first. I don't want you three to go at him until I tell you. You'll get your chance. He might be offensive towards you. Don't let it bother you. He's a coward underneath. Okay?”

The three females nodded.

I opened the door and walked in. Mayer was just where I'd left him. Hanging with his arms bound above him. Jane's knots holding him nicely. As the door opened he twisted in his bonds, looking over his shoulder. His eyes widened as the girls followed me into the room.

”It's about f.u.c.king time,” he exploded. ”Do you have any idea how hard this is on your arms?”

I walked in front of him. His eyes and head swiveled to follow my movements. I sat down in his chair and silently regarded him. The girls stayed out of his sight, standing easily behind him.

I spoke quietly. ”I know exactly how hard that would be on anyone's arms. In your case, I could hardly care less.”

”This isn't funny,” he continued. ”Let me out of this right now.”

”How long have you been like that Mr. Mayer?” A feminine voice from behind him. Sheila. He didn't even bother to turn around. I don't even think he realized that his former punching bag was in the room.

”What is this? Why'd you bring back the b.i.t.c.hes? This is between you and me.”

”Answer her.”

”A long time. Five. Six hours maybe,” he gruffly answered. Still talking to me and not to her. ”And I demand that you let me out of this. f.u.c.k. I'm not a G.o.dd.a.m.n animal. Do you any f.u.c.king idea who you are messing with?”

”Now you know what I felt like when you left me like this for a day and a half. But you were kind enough to have me stripped naked and gave me some entertainment. Between my legs. I begged you for hours to let me down before I gave up and just hung there. Crying my eyes out. You've only been there for five hours or so. Imagine what it would be like for twenty-four. Or thirty-six pain filled hours. Just imagine. I was sure that my arms were going to fall off. Why didn't you let me down?”

Mayer twisted around. Finally realizing who was behind him. He sneered at her. ”So. c.u.n.t. Come to see me again? Just couldn't keep away from my handsome face, huh?”

I motioned for Sheila to join me. She carefully walked over to my chair. Limping. Favouring her left side. Her small hands trying to ease the discomfort. Pressing just outside of the purple bruise. She just silently stood beside me, looking at her former tormentor. She was shaking a bit, but she held his gaze. I was proud of her.

He spoke again. To her. ”So, you worthless little s.l.u.t, you finally called some help in. Couldn't handle my love on your own? c.u.n.t?”

I spoke, ”She didn't call me in. I just stumbled into this. Decided I didn't like you very much.”

I could tell that he didn't believe me. I didn't particularly care.

”Well, b.i.t.c.h, are you happy? You belong to him now?” He smiled cruelly. ”Like your new decorations? They're kind of pretty. They hurt? Answer me, you f.u.c.king worthless c.u.n.t.”

I saw tears begin to form in her eyes, but she didn't back down. She still held his gaze. I saw Jane had balled up her small hands into fists behind him. She was barely keeping her anger in check. She was shaking; she was that angry. But she didn't go at him. Obeying.

I touched Sheila beside me. I could tell that Sheila was fighting the urge to answer him, as he'd demanded. She was definitely conditioned to an extent. But she was fighting it. Successfully.

”You know what I'm going to do when I get out of this? And I will get out. You are going to regret the day you were born. You think those pretty bruises hurt you? Try some broken bones on for size. I'm going to break every one of your f.u.c.king fingers. One at a f.u.c.king time. Then I'm going to break your toes. With a G.o.dd.a.m.n hammer. Then I'm going to f.u.c.king ream you until you f.u.c.king pa.s.s out, you G.o.dd.a.m.n b.i.t.c.h.”

I sat calmly through this tirade. Sheila just stood beside me. Anger and fear flas.h.i.+ng across her bruised face. Her body was shaking. But she had managed to keep a handle on her tears. I was surprised. This had to be very difficult on her. Facing this guy.

I spoke gently from the chair. ”Sir. There is no need to scream. We can all hear you just fine without it. And swearing isn't really necessary, is it? Now. I'd like to get something straight.”

”f.u.c.k you and the f.u.c.king horse you f.u.c.king rode in on.”

”I'd like to get something straight here,” I repeated, ignoring his bl.u.s.tering. ”Sheila is mine now. Got it? If you want to break her fingers or her pretty toes, you are going to have to go through me first. I happen to like her body intact.”

”You f.u.c.king little a.s.shole. When I get free of this, I swear, I'm going to kill you.” He sneered again. ”And when I do, I'm not only going to break her fingers and toes, I'm going to break the fingers and toes of those b.i.t.c.hes back there as well. Christ, I'm going to enjoy doing that. They look like they'd be really good f.u.c.ks while they're screaming their lungs out.” He ran out of steam again. Pulling against the ropes that held him.

”You know as well as I do that that is really unlikely to happen.”

”We'll see.”

”After I let these girls go at you, I very much doubt if you'll care about Sheila's fingers or toes. I suspect that you'll either be glad to be alive, or wis.h.i.+ng you were dead. Her pretty fingers and toes will be the last thing on your mind. Believe me.”

”Oooooh. Big man. Can't even deal with me himself. Has to tie me up and let his *girls' do his dirty work. That's real fair. Three on one.”

I calmly looked at him. ”Let me get this straight. You blackmail a girl. Hardly out of college. What is she, maybe a hundred, hundred and ten pounds? Five foot four? Maybe five five? You keep her tied up. Naked. Subservient. Because you can extort her because her brother is an idiot and you. You claim to be a judge? Now that sounds fair. What are you? Five eleven? Six feet? Two hundred pounds? Two fifty? Sounds like a fair fight to me. Blackmail and physical size. Yeah. You play fair.”

He gazed at me with hatred in his eyes. Realizing that he wasn't going to be able to intimidate me like he could the women. He tried a different approach.

”You know. We're about the same, you and I. You are just deluding yourself that you are different. Look around you. Check out the female flesh. Your b.i.t.c.hes. Your c.u.n.ts. Your f.u.c.king little harem. You keep women too. You rape them. You abuse them. Just like me. Only I was smart enough to only take one at a time. You think you are going to get away with this? You think they f.u.c.king like being under your power? They'll turn on you too. Just like that b.i.t.c.h turned on me. You f.u.c.king hypocrite.”

Actually I knew I was going to get away with this. As long as I kept control of the situation with him.

”Janey? Come here.”

She walked towards me, stopping on the other side of my chair across from Sheila. She gazed at the monster with utter disgust in her eyes. I noticed for the first time that the girls were about the same height.

”Evan? Look at her.” That he didn't have trouble with. His eyes were glued to Jane. Traveling up and down her proud bare body. Just his type I would guess. Pet.i.te. Young. Smart. Feisty. And best of all, naked. I watched his face as he imagined what he'd do to her. To her fingers and toes before he f.u.c.ked her. I pointed to Sheila's bruised face. ”Evan. Pay attention, you f.u.c.k. Look at Jane, then look at Sheila. See any difference? I don't put these things on my women.” Referring to the bruises gracing Sheila's body.

”So? I'm a bit rougher. Give yourself time, and you'll do the same thing.”

”I think not. Jane? Given that you had to be someone's slave, who would you prefer?”

”You, of course,” she answered immediately.

”Sheila?”

”Please don't make me do this.” She paused. Her eyes flicking to Mayer then back to me. Probably still unsure if Mayer could get to her. She took a breath. Made her decision. ”Y-you.”

”Christi?”

”You know my answer.” From behind him.

I raised my eyebrows at him.

”You f.u.c.king little weasel. Let me out of this.” He strained his arms pulling at the rope on his wrists. There was no way that he had the brute strength necessary to part the ropes holding him. And if I knew Jane, there was no way he was going to get anywhere with the knots. h.e.l.l, I had trouble untying her knots and my hands were free.

”Care to apologize to the ladies? Especially Sheila? Might make them a little less angry with you.”

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