A/N Thank you for all those who have taken an interest in this story either by following, adding to favorites or reviewing. Now please dont expect updates as quick as this one. I am only posting this chapter quickly as it was already written, I just needed to edit it. However, subsequent chapters may take longer.
I would like to remind readers that this story will get rather dark, so be warned.
**Also this chapter will contain profanity, violence and implied sexual violence. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with this sort of material**
Chapter Two.
Hans pulled into the driveway, parking up alongside his wife's car. He exited the vehicle as quietly as he possible could, before jogging up to the front door. Elsa already knew about the wine, but he also wanted to surprise her with a beautiful bunch of red and white roses he had bought at a local flower shop.
Upon entering the house, he noticed her briefcase, her shoes, her keys and her coat which was still draped over the couch. After depositing his own work-related belongings, he made the short walk to the kitchen, but was rather surprised to find her not there. That's strange.
Next, he tried her study, but that was empty too. He checked out all the other downstairs rooms, but his beautiful wife was nowhere to be seen. Lastly, he checked the backyard, but she certainly wasn't out there.
Hans shrugged, thinking there was some other reasonable explanation, yet blissfully unaware of what had happened, and what was about to happen. I know. Perhaps she's upstairs, ready to surprise 'me' Holding the bottle of wine in one hand and the flowers in the other, Hans ascended the spiral staircase, only halting when one of the steps creaked. Damn it!
Reaching the top of the stairs, Hans cautiously strolled down the hallway to the bedroom. It was only as he reached the door, did he get the feeling that something ominous was going on.
Forgetting the surprise, Hans decided to call out to his wife, alerting her to his presence. "Elsa. Elsa baby, I'm home."
The anonymous man who was currently still pinning Elsa against the wall, recognized the voice almost instantly. Her captor sniggered, "looks like we have company, darling."
Elsa instinctively attempted to warn her husband. "HA-"
But almost immediately, she was cut off as his large hand clamped over her mouth. He pulled her away from the wall, holding her close. Shut-up!"
The man waited patiently with baited breath, edging further backwards towards the bathroom door, to the exact same place he had been lurking when he had first gained access to their house.
Elsa struggled feverishly against his strong vice like grip, but he was twice her size, not to mention the constant reminder of his gun being jabbed roughly into her side. "Stop struggling, bitch. You're going to ruin the whole surprise."
It was several excruciating moments, before Hans finally stepped into the bedroom. Under his foot, one of the glass shards crunched loudly causing him to flick on the light switch. "Elsa?!" A sudden movement caught his eye, but as soon as he spun around in the opposite direction, he came face to face with the most terrifying situation of his entire life. The bottle of wine slipped from his hands, and crashed to the floor, spilling the entire contents, with the roses following a close second.
"Well that was a waste of a good bottle of wine, wasn't it?" the man scolded.
Hans gasped in shock as the person he treasured the most in the entire world, was now being restrained and seemingly at the mercy of this armed intruder.
"Hans Westergard," the voice then spoke sinisterly. "I believe I've rendered you speechless. Yet, I am so glad you could come and join in the fun."
His heart thudded in his chest, Hans was absolutely petrified. "How do you know my name? who are you? how did you get in here?"
The stranger answered him in a mocking tone. "You don't remember me, counselor? how disappointing. Because, I sure as hell remember you!" He tightened his hold on Elsa, his hand still clasped firmly over her mouth, his gun held close to her side.
This was not how his wife should be held. She was far too precious to be manhandled this way. "Please, let my wife go. If it's me you're after, then...then I'm here, you have me."
Keeping his gaze fixed on Hans, the man moved closer to the lawyer. "Yes I do have you...and I have you good, dont I, Westergard?"
Hans regained his composure, slight confusion now overtook by fear and anger. He could see the fear in his wife's eyes. He couldn't bear to see her so afraid. He was supposed to take care of her... protect her. But now he could do nothing, but watch. He felt utterly powerless.
"So, I guess you still don't remember me, huh? maybe this will jog your memory." He raised the gun and held it to Elsa's head. The blonde's eyes widened as the cold steel of the gun made contact with her temple. Her breathing became rapid and she found herself whimpering under his hand.
"No!" Hans quickly extended his hands, attempting to keep the man calm. "Please, put the gun down. You don't need to do this. Just tell me what you want and I can help you. Just let her go...she has nothing to do with this."
The stranger paused, analysing his options. "No...I think I'll keep her if you don't mind. After all, she's so beautiful. You really picked a fine woman, counselor. But she won't look so pretty when I'm finished with her."
Hans cautiously stepped forward, remaining as calm as he possibly could under the circumstances. "Please, don't hurt her."
"Don't hurt her?" he repeated in Hans' whiny, pleading voice. "What about the hurt you caused me? you sent me to prison for fifteen years you sonovabitch! I was stuck in that rancid prison cell almost 24/7. Do you have any idea what they did to me in that place?"
Hans had no sympathy. "You're a cold-blooded killer. You deserved everything you got."
"How many times do I have to tell you. I was innocent! Luckily for me, good behavior worked in my favor, so here I am."
Suddenly, something clicked and Hans remembered exactly who he was dealing with. "Weasel Frost."
"Ding, ding, ding, give the man a gold star. But the name is Wesley Frost...not Weasel, you asshole."
Removing his hand from Elsa's mouth he turned his attention to her. "Why don't you tell your husband what a genius he is?"
Elsa was finding it hard to form any words, until she felt something wet on her cheek. Her captor had licked her face and she almost vomited in revulsion.
He then snaked an arm around her waist, and whilst still keeping the gun pressed against her head, he slid his hand under her blouse.
Hans could no longer suppress his rage as he stalked closer, until Wesley aimed his weapon at him. "Stop right there! or I will kill her."
"Please do as he says," Elsa begged, hoping he would stay back.
On his wife's advice, Hans reluctantly backed away.
"Now, where were we?" Wesley questioned to no-one in particular. "Oh yes, now I remember." His hand slipped under her blouse once more. "You know, she really is so beautiful, isn't she? such soft hair, beautiful eyes, flawless skin, killer legs and a totally fuckable body."
Hans clenched his fists, his eyes narrowed. He was the only one permitted to touch his wife, not this rat bastard.
Wesley continued to slide his hand up, until he reached her bra. Then digging his way under her undergarment, he began groping her breasts.
Elsa's face distorted in pain and disgust as his calloused fingers kneaded her cleavage, and his crotch rubbed against her leg. "Please, don't!" the blonde sobbed.
"So supple, so soft. I bet you just love to do this, don't you, Westergard?" Wesley teased.
"Stop it now!" Hans ordered. "You've had your fun."
On his command, Wesley relinquished his hand. "You're such a lucky sonovabitch. Getting to fuck this piece of ass whenever you want. But you know what? I'm getting rather bored of all of this chit-chat. It's about time I get some real action."
Hans was afraid to hear the answer to his next question, but he needed to know. "What are you planning to do?"
"Well you see, after ten years rotting in prison, I'm in need of a good fuck, and who better to provide me with some well deserved entertainment, then your lovely wife here."
"No, not her. Please, not her," Hans pleaded desperately.
"Yes counselor, I'm afraid so. You see. I'm going to defile this little flower, and you are going to have a front row seat. You are going to watch as I violate your precious wife...listen to every scream as I tear her apart. Then...when you've suffered enough. I'm going to kill you."
"No! do whatever you want to me. Kill me now if you want to. Just leave her alone. She doesn't deserve this."
Wesley chuckled. "No, she doesn't. But you do. If you had only chosen to listen to me ten years ago, then none of this would be happening to you both right now. You brought this all on yourself. Everything that happens from this moment on, is all your fault."
"I won't let you touch her!" Hans spat, his voice dangerously low.
Wesley had never seen Hans so fired up. He was certainly getting the reaction he expected, and it was thrilling. But whilst he was momentarily distracted, Elsa stomped down on his foot, hard and he was forced to let her go.
Hans took this perfect opportunity to lunge at Wesley, knocking him to the floor. The gun skittered under the bed and both men wrestled for it. Wesley however was much more agile and he reached it first. He quickly clambered to his feet, slamming his foot into Hans' side, causing him to groan in pain.
Wesley promptly grabbed his hair, and yanked him to his feet, holding him upright. He landed a punch to his abdomen, winding his victim and causing him to choke and splutter. Hans desperatey tried to catch his breath, before he received a punch to the ribs, resulting in him almost falling back down to the floor.
Elsa staggered to her own feet and leapt onto Wesley's back, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck in an attempt to prise him away from her husband.
"Get off me!" he hissed, swinging violently, eventually tossing her to the floor, temporarily stunning her.
Hans finally collasped to the floor in agony. He clutched his tender ribs which he sure were broken by now.
Wesley turned back to Hans, hauling him back to his feet. He then curled his hand around the lawyer's throat, squeezing tightly. The pained expression on Hans' face brought him great pleasure. However, he hadn't realized his own strength and his victim soon lost consciousness. Wesley simply shrugged. "Well, I had intended for you to watch this...oh well, your loss. After giving him one last swift kick, he stalked across to Elsa.
"Time for a little fun, sweetheart."
When Hans eventually regained consciousness, he heard a quiet sobbing emanating from the corner. He peeked open an eyelid to find his wife cowering in the corner. Her whole body was shaking violently, and her clothes were in a tattered state. Dark bruises were already beginning to form on her delicate, pale skin, and a cut to her lip was still bleeding.
It didn't take a genius to work out what had happened. "E-Elsa?" he whispered. "Oh God, Elsa."
Hans was desperate to comfort her, but as he was about to crawl across to her, a heavy foot stomped down on his back, crushing him. "Whoa, that was the best screw I've ever had. She was fantastic! you should have heard her, screaming for me the whole time, she was."
"You fucking son of a bitch. I'm going to kill you!"
Wesley chortled. "Such unnecessary violence. But you know what? now I really am so bored. I think I'm done here. But before I go, there is one last thing I need to do. The one thing I originally came here to do." Wesley raised his gun and aimed it at Hans. His finger curled around the trigger, ready to fire. "Goodbye Westergard. It's been fun. But now it's time to die."
Elsa's eyes darted from Wesley to Hans, and then back again. She knew this man was intent on killing her husband, but there was no way she was going to let him die. So, that was when she made the decision. Even though she was incredibly sore and in immense pain, just as the weapon was fired, the blonde dove into its path, the bullet sinking into her flesh, finally embedding itself into her chest. She landed with a thud...crimson blood flowing freely from the wound.
"ELSA, NO!" Hans screamed, just as the doorbell rang.
A/N More to come.
