Frank gloated at finding the bottle of whisky in her bag whilst trying to frisk her for an imaginary wire, he knew she wasn't wearing but just the trying to torment Carla satisfied him. She had come for his confession had she? Acting all confident and brave, as she had come up the stairs to confront him. He smirked, she would never defeat him, not now not ever, he'd always have power over her. He was proud of crushing her like he had. Since he'd raped her he'd certainly bought the feisty factory boss down a peg or two.
"You're pathetic Carla, you know that…pathetic" said Frank proudly but his words stung. He was being so nasty, but what else did Carla expect, Frank was pure evil.
"My name is Carla Connor and I'm an alcoholic. It's been twenty minutes since my last drink and, I'm gasping for another" said Frank as he mocked her to her face. Carla didn't look at him as he said those hurtful words. In the dim light of the factory Carla blurted the perfect comeback.
"I'd rather be an alcoholic than a rapist" she said slowly and clearly making sure Frank heard what she said. Directing the equally as harmful comment at him. He retaliated by grabbing her and shoving her back into the railing of the factory landing where Carla desperately reached out with her hands and tried to get a grip on the railing in an attempt to stop him pushing her over and to her death. He held her there, justifying that he was cleared of what she accused. His hot breath beating in her face as he moved in to intimidate her. Carla was frightened, she looked frightened as her eyes darted, searching his for some clue as to his next move but the whole time trying to keep her cool.
"Why can't you just admit it 'ey, is it guilt, is it shame or are you just not man enough?" snarled Carla, trying to provoke a confession from him. Not that she knew what it would prove, she was alone, no one was going to hear it. He'd already been proven innocent of her rape. Frank was amused, she did try bless her but really what was the point with no witness here to confirm even if he did admit it as she wanted.
"I want to hear the words come out of your mouth" Carla spat almost violently and her eyes turned watery.
"Which words Carla, which words?" he asked smugly even though he knew exactly what she meant but Frank was having fun playing his little game and watching her sweat.
"I raped you…I raped you" he said quickly one after the other and then slowly and maliciously he repeated. "I…Raped…you"
Frank followed it up by asking if that made her feel better, his fingers digging in and out of her arms through her woollen coat as he tried to put the blame of his actions on her. It upset but annoyed Carla and she offered up some resistance at him pinning her back throwing her body forward to try and attack him but with firm grip he pushed her back. He threatened her telling her she knew better than to fight with him and then he delivered a low blow.
"It was the best taking your factory, hey that means I've screwed you twice" he gloated. An intense moment of silence fell between them where all that could be heard was the beating of their erratic breaths. He stepped in close and Carla was instantly intimidated. "Do you fancy going for the hat-trick"
Carla didn't know what to do or whether Frank would actually go through with it. He had a good grip on her and she was unable to shake him off. She felt him push against her, thrusting his pelvis violently into hers. "Come on Carla be a good sport now" he whispered softly into her ear as he kissed her cheek. She gave a scream, not a loud one more of a whimper as her sweaty hands began to lose their grip on the railings. She was seconds away from being pushed to her death or being raped again by this evil man she had once cared for.
Frank was felt in total control of the situation and assumed they were alone in the factory but downstairs in the office Michelle had been desperately searching for the contract Carla had signed and managed to get trapped in there when Frank had come back earlier. When she had seen Carla come in she had thought about confronting her but just seconds later she had spied the contract and grabbed it from the tray on Frank's desk. That's when she had heard their voices, speaking out upstairs and Carla shouting.
Michelle crept out of the back door of the office so she was directly beneath them. Looking up she could see him holding Carla and she heard him confess. "I…Raped…you" she was horrified by his confession and so slowly had continued to creep round to the bottom of the stairs where she heard him threaten to do it again. It had all happened so quickly and before she knew it Frank had Carla on the floor, pinned beneath him and he was staring at her with the intensity of an animal. She couldn't let this happen to Carla, she had to do something. Slipping the contract into her handbag she discarded it amongst a pile of stock.
"Carla" she called out from the bottom of the stairs clearly.
Frank heard but ignored and Carla threw her head in the direction of Michelle's voice as she started screaming her name over and over in a plea for help. Frank's hands were all over her, pulling at her clothes, ripping the material as he tore it from her body trying to carry out his assault. His lips smothered her skin in unkind and rough kisses and he pushed down on her chest with one hand as the other he used to unbuckle his trousers. Screwing Carla whether it be literally or figuratively it was his favourite recreational activity.
"NO" protested Michelle as she bolted up the stairs and grabbed the back of Frank's suit jacket ripping him up and off of Carla. He was slightly shocked but didn't let it catch him unawares for long. He had a goal and that was to hurt Carla by giving her everything he felt she deserved. He lunged forward at Michelle and shoved her. She almost wobbled on the top step and fell backwards but cleverly gripped onto Frank's arms and used him as a pivot to pull herself back up. They fought awkwardly for a while, thrashing about as they shoved one another back and forth until Michelle had the advantage. It wasn't her intention to do what happened next and it certainly wasn't planned but Frank slipped on the top step. Wobbling as she had done he tried to keep his balance by gripping onto her but his sweaty hands were slipping. His eyes widened in fright, he couldn't hold on a second longer and suddenly Frank's body tumbled down the stairs and landed in a heap at the foot of the stairs.
Michelle gasped, what had just happened? Every action was a result of the heat of the moment, if you asked her she wouldn't be able to tell you how he came to be like that. A scared and frightened Carla pulled herself up onto her knees and crawled over to beside Michelle's side to stare down at the horrific sight of Frank's body slumped at the foot of the stairs. There were no signs of life. Was he dead? Had Michelle killed him? Or was it just a temporary state of unconsciousness and saving grace for Carla, a chance to escape perhaps. It was impossible to tell.