Chapter 54: Chapter 54

We arrive under the window ledge. James inches up, looks in and then immediately drops down again, shaking his head and swearing under his breath. “Jeez… She’s a fucking lunatic sometimes.”

Michael huffs. “What’s she doing?”

“Winding them up, drawing them onto her. I think she’s enjoying it.”

“You fucking bastards!” shrieks the voice. “You think you can do me? Let’s see if you’re up to it….”

Michael’s eyes meet mine and together we slide up, looking inside.

The room is large, Klempner and his men gathered in a group…. And there’s Elizabeth.

My gut tightens. My beautiful Elizabeth. On the floor, hunched in on herself, arms wrapped around her knees she rocks herself. Her eyes are swollen with weeping, fiercely red against her pale face.

She’s terrified….

…. and Charlotte will keep her that way….

Keep up the pretence….

But the fear on her face is being nudged over by disbelief at what she sees. And at least for now, she’s safe. Everyone is ignoring her.

Charlotte is on her knees. She’s naked and what remains of her clothes are on the floor around her in tattered shreds. She’s facing us, but not looking at the window. Her eyes are fixed on Klempner, looming above her.

She’s not remotely fearful and she’s screeching like a demon at the men who, supposedly, are in control. Her eyes are black saucers rimmed by green. Head tossing, her hair billows and swings around her with the movement and her face is twisted as she screams defiance at her captors.

Klempner and the men with him are all watching her….

Not us….

…. with expressions of utter incredulity.

Michael hisses to James, “You’re not seriously suggesting that she’s getting off on this?”

“Look at her. At her face, her eyes.”

He’s right….

If Old Nick incarnate came winging up from below, he couldn’t look much wilder than this.

And I can’t help myself. She’s not mine. She’s not Elizabeth, but….

What a woman….

And she’s James’ sub?

Michael nudges up again, and as his blond hair catches the light, for the briefest of instants, her eyes flash to him and then immediately away.

She stands, naked, clothed only in the long red hair which swirls and sways around her, pacing like a caged animal, snarling. For all her fury and the violence writ across her face, she’s not out of control.

She’s graceful and agile as, mesmerising her audience, she raves at them, jabbing fingers at one after another.

“C’mon…. Big brave men. All of you with guns, on one little girl? You think you can fuck me? Let’s see what you’re really made of....”

“She’s like a fucking wild animal,” I say.

And that’s not an insult….

James, angled to peer around the room, clicks his tongue. “That’s our Charlotte.”

*****

James She’s eye-balling Klempner, almost crowding him, jabbing a finger into his chest. “You think you scare me? I’m long past being scared of you. It’s easy isn’t it, when it’s kids, but….”

Klempner back-hands her in a blow that sends her flying. She hits the floor panting, wiping blood from her mouth, but stares up at him, the whites of her eyes showing all around, not remotely cowed.

Christ….

Even through the window, I hear it. The smack of flesh against hard tiles as she lands sends a shudder running through me.

Richard leans in close. “What’s her pain tolerance like?”

Good question….

I’ve never found out….

…. The times it’s gone too far, it’s been emotional, not physical….

“In that mood,” I say, through gritted teeth, “sky-fuckin-high.”

Is she a pain-junkie?

Have I turned her into one…?

Perhaps….

Richard blinks. “She doesn’t scare at all?”

“Oh, she scares. It just doesn’t stop her.”

Michael is restless, his voice impatient. “We need to get in there now.”

I take a deep breath. “Yes, but let’s take the time to do this right. There’s more of them than us and they’re armed.”

He turns on me. “You cold-blooded bastard. Are you going to let them just get away with that?”

Cool it….

I look inside again at what’s happening….

Christ!

“She’s playing for time. Let’s not waste her efforts. And no, when we get the women out of there, I’m going to blow the bastard’s head off, and enjoy doing it….”

Michael’s head tilts back, his nostrils flaring as he takes on my words….

“…. She’s spent her life being hunted, abused. This ends here, tonight.”

I look to Richard, who nods.

In a calmer voice, Michael continues, “What do we do? One’s accounted for. It’s seven against three.”

“Five against three.”

“Five? Why five?”

I nod them through the window to the docu-drama that is our Charlotte. “She’s got her hands around the balls of one, and another’s about to shove his cock between her teeth. What d’you think will happen to them when we burst in?”

Richard screws his eyes and turns away.

Michael looks, recoils and swallows. “You have a point.”

I look inside again, watching Charlotte’s performance….

Ah, Jeez… they’re stripping…

…. She’s going to have them all on her soon….

They’ve put their guns down….

Trapped between terror and admiration, I measure the room in my head, what I can see of it….

That exit to the rear….

“Stay there a minute. I’m going to see if there’s a rear entrance. Klempner’s got his back to a door there. If I can get behind him….”

Slipping away, I make my way around the farmhouse, ducking under another brightly lit window, walking past others tightly boarded up.

And I find just what I’m hoping for. The door I see on the inside leads to the outside and as I ever-so-

gently turn the handle, it nudges open. Carefully I click it closed again, then spot another small outbuilding, the door only a few feet away.

In a spirit of experimentation, I try the lock, which clicks co-operatively open.

Careless….

…. But handy….

It’s a tool-shed.

Bingo!

A minute later I return to the other two with my rifled goods. I offer a large wrench and a hammer to Michael and Richard, holding on to the crowbar. “Yes, there’s a side entrance. I can get behind him.

You want these?”

“They were in a shed to the rear,” I continue. “Can I suggest that you two go for the pair over by Beth, keep them from taking her hostage. I’ll take Klempner….”

Michael hefts the wrench in his hand. “And I think we can rely on Charlotte to do as much damage as possible….”

Oh, yes….

I take a last look through the window, checking the position of everyone inside.

Klempner is facing away from that door….

…. But Charlotte should see it open….

Perfect…

“As soon as you see me appear behind Klempner, get in there, and we’ll take out as many as possible while we have surprise on our side.”

They nod, heading for the front entrance as I make my way to the rear once more.

My stomach is making a good attempt at a fight-or-flee response, tight and nauseated. I resist down the sensation….

Be angry….

…. Be angry for her….

And it’s not difficult. As I ease the door open, crowbar raised, she’s there, restrained and kneeling. The men gathered around her are grinning and cheering on one would-be rapist as he pushes his cock into her mouth. Another drags her hand to let her feel him up….

Morons….

Grimly, I smile to myself….

You’ve got it coming….

Opening the door, I step through, weapon raised ….

Charlotte’s eyes flick to mine, glinting like twin demons….

The man next to her drops like a felled ox, screaming and clutching his groin. The one face-fucking her has more trouble, shrieking as he tries to pull away from her teeth. She leaps to her feet, hand and face dripping blood, looking like some warrior goddess from Hell.

The others freeze, goggling at her and in that frozen moment, I swing my crowbar to bring it across the back of Klempner’s skull.

A split-second before it contacts, he senses me, moves, and the blow’s not quite true. The bar glances then skids free as he screams and turns, knocking it from my hand.

The door bursts open, Richard and Michael aiming for different marks.

I have a bare moment to see a single blow from Michael felling one. Richard tackles another who makes for Beth, slamming him back against the wall as Beth, swinging her legs, sweeps his feet from under him.

But Klempner is coming back at me, face disfigured with raw fury. Neither of us is armed now but he lurches at me with a snarl, arms outstretched, reaching for my throat.

He’s tall, about my height and weight. Grappling, we struggle. Gasping and heaving, I try to take him down….

The man who hurt her. Enslaved her.

As a child….

As a woman….

Who keeps hurting her….

But we’re too evenly matched. I can’t get a hold on him. He can’t get a hold on me. Dimly I’m aware of the struggle elsewhere in the room, of Michael and Richard, of Klempner’s henchmen, but my whole world is the bastard in front of me….

Who I am going to stop.