Devil to PayPart � 7Smiley came in a bit later - possibly to gloat - took one look at me, one look at him and one look at the avenging angels sitting on the next bed, and blinked. I think even he could see I wouldn't be of any use to him today. Not that that would stop him. My biggest fear was that he'd fall back on Lighe. He certainly looked at him appraisingly. My stomach tightened. I confess I wasn't thinking about the others - only him. If you'd seen him, you'd know how fucking tiny he really is. Not delicate - but small. A reaming like I'd had would kill him. "Well", the grinning bastard said, leering at Lighe, "Your man won't be any good to you, for a little while, by the look of it. I fucked him good!" Lighe glared at him. "You cunt, you hurt him. You tore him. I hope your dick drops off - fucking sadist!" Smiley smiled at him. "I have been called many things by many men. I have outlived them all. You.." He barked at me, "...I was going to have you again, today. I will show you who is master here, my friend. Take them off!" He motioned for me to take my jeans off - God, he wasn't going to do me here, in front of...was he? I hesitated. Mr Uzi one, pointed his gun at me. Mr Uzi two just smirked. The jeans came down. I was trembling. I wasn't sure I could do this. "Bend over the bed!", he ordered. Lighe jumped in between us. "Over my dead body! You do not touch him!" Smiley looked at Viggo. "Get him away before I knock him down the fucking stairs!" Viggo and Orli took him, not without a struggle. "Keep your filthy hands off him, you fucking piece of slime!" Smiley ignored him. He put his dirty great hands on me, and pushed something inside me. It was hard and cold. I screamed, and fell onto the floor, shaking like a fucking leaf. I'd a good idea what he'd used but I couldn't make sense of anything, not any more. "You are no good to me, today. You would only faint like a girl, and I want you very much awake. Your little boy will have to do for now. Although he won't afford me as much entertainment as you do. You have a big mouth. I like it when you..." He stopped, appraisingly. "Hah! Perhaps you will do, after all. Perhaps that mouth is good for something other than speaking...is it not?" He asked Lighe, who was staring at me with all his love for me on his face. "Fuck off!", Lighe spat, not even bothering to look at him. "Cunt!" Smiley glanced at Uzi one, and asked him something. Uzi one nodded eagerly. He put the gun down, and opened his fly. I could see he was hard already. "Show me what you can do!", Smiley ordered. "If you're good enough, you can oblige me. Move!" I moved. Lighe was leaning on Viggo's chest, murmuring, "No! Oh, no! Fuck!" Orli and Billy went to sit on the bed. Viggo was still holding Lighe. "Come back, you two! You will watch! I want you all to see what will come to all of you, if the ransom is not forthcoming. You will pleasure me, and then I shall hand you over to my men. They are very fond of soft Americans. They will enjoy fucking you all - hearing you scream. I know this - it will not be the first time, believe me!" Someone sobbed. I don't know who. I was kneeling in front of Uzi one. The stench of his unwashed body was overpowering. I didn't know if I could do it. Suddenly Lighe cried out. Smiley was standing in front of him, so I don't know what he did to him - but it was enough to make a noise. I know he wouldn't have done that, unless he'd been really hurt. Not only because of me, either. I took Uzi one in my mouth. God, I can't go into what happened. Thinking about it still makes me heave. But I passed the test. God help me. Smiley approved. He took me out. I'm not going to say any more. Lighe says I should, but I can't...fuck, I can't remember it...I can't! Luckily, someone called from the bottom of the stairs, after I'd...done what he wanted, and he left, very reluctantly. They let me go back to my friends. Then we heard him shout from outside the house, and a car start up. Perhaps we'd have peace for a while. I tried not to show my pain, or my shame. Poor Lighe was fussing over me, all night, like a boy with a sick puppy - or a man with a sick lover - I wasn't quite sure which. He held me, all night, in the shelter of his arms. Smiley didn't come back that day, and we didn't hear him shouting - a thing he was fond of doing. Whatever it was that took him away, seemed to have kept him away all night. No car came back, anyway. But, god! The next morning, when I had to sit on the bucket, I realised the extent of the damage. Sweat broke out on my brow, and I felt faint with the pain of it. I leant against the chest of drawers, and drew in a ragged breath. Billy saw how I was, and came over, and stood between me and Lighe, who was grabbing an hour's sleep, at last. He looked down at the jeans pooled at my feet - and the bloodstains I couldn't hide. "Sblomie..." he began. I shut him up, quick. I glanced over to see what Lighe was doing. I didn't want him to see this, not really. His face, last night, when he'd gently washed me down with a drop of warm water and a small, frayed towel Tino had brought for me, had been enough. Trying to hide his own horror. He'd patted my arse dry. Under other circumstances, it might have been funny. As it was, tears rose in my throat, and had to be firmly swallowed. He was lying with his eyes closed. The bruising on his face hadn�t faded much, but the swelling had gone down. He looked beautiful to me, lying there, with his lips slightly parted, breathing gently. Another wave of pain overtook me, and I gasped, and bit my lip until I drew blood. Viggo came over, took one look - and tore a strip off the towel, ripped it in half, dipped it in some of the water still in the bowl of water, and gave me that piece. I washed myself. There was a lot of blood - god, the bastard must've torn me to shreds - and the fucking gun, yes, that's what the monster told me he'd used, had made it worse - and put the other piece in my jeans, and pulled them up. Viggo took my discarded boxers, and swilled them, together with Lighe's underwear, which last night he had taken off and tucked in around my sore backside with a smile. Fuck! I felt like shit! There was still some water left in the drinking bucket, thank god. I knew they'd gone short themselves to save some for me. I loved these guys! What can I say? Billy was furious. Incandescent with rage just about covers it. "What fucking happened in there, Dominic?" he whispered, angrily. I glanced at Lighe; he was still asleep. So softly they had to practically put their ears to my mouth to hear me - I told them. Orlando was a pale as milk. The expressions on their faces couldn't be described by the Bard himself - and I'm no fucking Shakespeare. "We have to escape", Viggo said, almost to himself. "Yeah!", I said, not without sarcasm. "How many Uzi's will we have to get past, to do it?" "Six", Billy chimed in. "I counted". "Four, if we can grab two of them. And we have the element of surprise!", Viggo added. "And fucking desperation," Orli muttered. "It could be, too, that not every man has a gun. Perhaps they take turns with them", Orli said, with more hope than anything else. Lighe opened his eyes. The little bugger had been listening... "I have a plan, if anyone's interested", he announced, calmly, getting up, and coming over to me. "I've been thinking". He kissed my nose. His eyes still looked heavy from the treatment he'd been given - and the fucking shock, but they still smiled at me. "Does it still hurt as much, this morning, my Sblom?", he asked, very quietly, just for me. I thought of lying - but I wouldn't lie to him. "Yes, babe, it does". "Thank you seems so fucking inadequate. I..." he whispered, touching my face. Then he straightened up, and looked at the others. "Is it still bleeding much?" "A fair bit", I admitted, uncomfortably. "Well, "a fair bit" won't fucking do! We need more than that!" We all stared at him as if he'd gone mad. We weren't sure he hadn't - that the trauma hadn't turned his fucking brain! "Have they...is there anything in this room bloody sharp enough to cut me?" He stared around, wildly. His eyes alighted on the buckets. One of them had metal bands around it, holding the wood together. One of the bands had split. There was a jagged edge on it. Viggo had worked it out. "No, Lijah, let me do it! They'd notice it, your skin is so pale. Besides, my shirt has long sleeves, it'll cover the mark." What the fuck...? Orli voiced our bafflement. "What d'you mean?" "We make it look as if Dom is bleeding to death. They'll send someone running to tell Mr Big. That leaves five to guard us. That includes Smiley, he's bound to come. Maybe he won't bring a guard - maybe he'll bring two. If we dispose of them, that leaves three. And one of those is Tino. We'll just have to wing it. Perhaps the confusion will make them careless. Anyway, Billy has a treat ready for him, I think!" Lighe explained. Viggo nodded. Billy smiled. "Yeah!" he grinned. "So I have!" He patted his waist. The piece of rope was still wound around it, under his shirt. Viggo chipped in. "That only leaves two guards for us to overpower. If Tino is ...no, he doesn't ever have a gun! And he's on our side anyway - at least I fucking hope he is! Anyway, it's worth a try - isn't it?" We nodded. Orli said, "I've got plenty of spare blood, Vig. Can't have too much of a good thing." We waited until we heard the car, and they'd brought our food up. Two small loaves and a bit of dry cheese and an onion. We ate it. We thought we were going to fucking need it. We knew we'd have a bit of time after dinner. We waited until it went quiet, and then went to it. At the end of ten minutes, the bed resembled a pit in an abbatoir. A little blood goes a long way! I had to sacrifice my dignity, and bare my arse for all to see. Lighe said it was "totally gruesome." I hoped he meant the blood, not the mess I was in. Viggo, Billy and Orli had sacrificed their life's blood. It stained the floor, mixed with equal amounts of water, it did very well. Pointless wasting any on the dark blankets, but luckily there was a sort of a cream coloured thing, so they anointed that. Lighe smeared it down my legs. His hands were soft and caring... "Okay, Ready?" Viggo asked. Billy shrugged. "Now, or never! Panic button - ON!" Lighe screamed. He screamed to wake the dead. |