Back from the hell - 3
They listened a car parking outside. Lee stepped to the window and looked around.
"Just on time…" whispered as Martha put the dishes on the table.
Three men came in. Martha knew two of them, the twins who went with Lee the first time she met him. The other one was a tall forty-year-old men who, after salute Lee, walked to Martha staring at the sexy black bra that she was just wearing after Lee store up her shirt.
"Who's this pretty ma'am?" asked grasping her breast.
"She's Mrs. Kent… sorry… Mrs. Luthor… She'll be our hostess and she's here to please us…" said Lee laughing.
"Oh… and she really new…" began one of the twins.
"…how to do it" ended the other, and both of them remembering that afternoon when all began.
"It's a pleasure, ma'am… My name's Derek Grand…" said him being so kindly and removing his hand from her breast to hold her hand and kiss it. "And what's your first name, Mrs. Luthor?" but he didn't receive a word from her.
"Answer him, ginger, he can be really unkindly" advised Lee.
"Martha" said her with a low voice.
"A nice name for a nice woman… come, please… you'll sit next to me…" he offered her a chair "…we need to know each other firstly…"
"So… when do you think we'll be able to leave…?" asked Lee.
"Tomorrow or maybe in a couple days… Our new passports are coming… when I'll be sent them we'll be able to go anywhere to never return…" they all laughed and celebrated the news as Martha didn't eat anything just thinking on Lionel at the other side of the world.
When everybody finished Martha took the dishes to wash them… but Derek stopped her.
"Why don't we leave this for the twins and go upstairs…" said him as her hands shaked.
"We're not going to do her work!" exclaimed one of the twins as the other nodded.
"Aren't you?" asked Lee as an energy ball was being made on his hand…
"We'll do it… we love wash the dishes…" said the other.
"Fine… So… come on, ma'am…" said Derek, but Martha resisted moving herself. "I said 'come on'…" insisted him pulling her from her wrist.
"Obey, dear…" whispered Lee on her ear as some tears fall down her cheeks.
"Fuck you" said Martha trying to make herself free from Derek's hand.
"Mr. Grand has been in prison for nearly twenty years because fucking girl like you who discovered him to the police… he'd spent all this time without taste any woman… Don't you want to please him just for a day?"
"Why don't do it yourself…?" asked Martha knowing that her words would have bad consequence… but trying to avoid her luck.
Lee grasped her neck with one hand while, with the other, knocked over all what was on the table, then, ignoring her begging, he lied her on the table and put off her panties.
"Don't you have the feeling that this has already happened…?" asked laughing and smelling her wet panties.
She was sitting on the floor, feeling the coldness under her bottom, her clothes under the table, and that knife… that sharp knife on the furniture over her head tempting her… She would never forget that, she would always felt their touches on her skin as she still feeling Lee's fingers playing under her panties the first time they met… or as she still reliving the nightmare every time she went into the Talon.
Her mind was confused… she wasn't sure of be conscious of herself… her arm began to rise trying to reach the knife… suddenly the phone rang and she felt a hand grasping her shoulder and raising her up.
"Answer it" said Lee "… And be careful with your words"
"Yeah?" asked her.
"Hello my dear…" it was Lionel… and she had to make a big effort to not begin to cry after listen his voice.
"Hi… what's the matter?" asked her not being really kind.
"Is anything wrong, my love?" asked Lionel not understanding why she talked him at that way.
"No… all's fine…"
"Be kinder, ginger…" whispered Lee, trying to not be listened.
"Who was that?!" exclaimed Lionel listening Lee's voice.
"Nobody…" said Martha quickly, but Lee grasped the phone getting upset and impatient.
"Mr. Luthor?" asked to make sure his suspects.
"Who's there?" asked Lionel scaring himself.
"An old friend of your wife… and whose head you're paying to have for…"
"Lee! What are you doing there… keep yourself away from her!"
"Well… instead you're being a little late for that… what are you going to do… you're in Europe… aren't you?"
Lee put down the phone and left leaving Martha crying alone.
TO BE CONTINUED…