Chapter eleven

"Which one of you wants to die first?"

Samantha and Martin stared at each other. They had no idea how they were going to get out of this one.

"Henry," the one holding a gun to Samantha's head said, "Charlie's dead."

Henry looked to the man, "Bill, why are you so happy?" He was definitely intrigued.

Bill smirked and eyed Samantha. "There's no boss to tell us what to do."

It took Henry a few seconds to realize just what Bill was talking about. His eyes brightened up as he looked Samantha over.

Samantha knew what they were talking about. She suddenly became paralyzed with fear. She would rather die than be raped by these two. She clung onto Martin.

Martin must have realized Henry and Bill's plan because he wrapped his arm around Samantha.

Suddenly, fear was replaced with an ah-ha moment. Samantha winked at Martin and gave him a weak smile. Martin was confused. He had no idea what Samantha was planning, but he didn't like the look on her face.

"Take me and let him go," Samantha pleaded. Her eyes darted between the two with guns. When they didn't respond, she said, "I'll do anything just let him go."

Martin had to admit that Samantha was precocious, but he couldn't help the feeling of dread and worry that washed over him. He stared at Samantha. She, too, looked nervous, but he knew that she knew that if he escaped, then it was all worth it. She was doing it to save him. He didn't feel good about this plan, and he intended to tell her. He turned to her and said, "Samantha, no," with authority.

But it was too late. Henry and Bill were already thinking about it. Bill ran his hand over Samantha's jaw with sexual intent. He turned to Henry and said, "Take him to Matt and tell him to take Martin back."

Henry nodded his head and grabbed Martin.

Martin claimed his arm back and tried to run to Samantha but was quickly stopped by a gun to his head.

"You should be happy; you're getting away," Henry said forcing Martin to walk to the van. When they reached the van, Henry told Matt to take Martin back to the city.

Martin got in the van as Matt pulled the car away. He envisioned Henry and Bill having their way with Samantha. He knew that Samantha wanted Martin to do something, but he couldn't figure out what that was. Whatever it was, he was going back to get Samantha. The question was how.

Martin looked to Matt. He was gently driving along the dirt road, slumped in his seat. Martin saw the gun resting next to Matt's hip. Without another thought about the consequences, Martin lunged at the gun.

Matt was caught off guard, but it was too late. Martin already had the gun, and he was pointing it at him. His eyes went wide. He was obviously not the brains of anything.

"Pull over," Martin spat. When Matt didn't pull over, Martin rested the gun on Matt's head. "Now!"

Without a word, Matt pulled the car over. He stared at Martin with concern in his eyes. He held his hands up in surrender.

Martin had fire in his eyes. He had to do this right. Samantha depended on him. He ordered Matt to climb out of the van. When Matt wasn't moving fast enough, he screamed, "Hurry up!" Martin led Matt to the back of the van and grabbed the rope. He began to tie Matt up. When Martin knew that Matt was securely tied up, he jumped in to the driver's seat and turned the van around. He raced back to where Samantha, Henry, and Bill were.

He jumped out of the car and bolted to Samantha. He hid behind some trees to come up with a plan. He saw that Samantha was lying on her back with her eyes close preferring not to watch. Henry was sitting above Samantha's head holding Samantha's hands. Bill was sitting on Samantha's hips holding her lower body down. He was kissing her neck sensually.

Samantha didn't struggle. She scrunched her face and refused to breath. If she did, then she could smell Bill's sour breath. Her whole body shook with fear. She wasn't struggling. It took too much out of her. Her wound on her arm was killing her. She knew that Martin would be back; it wasn't as if she was giving herself to them.

Anger boiled to the surface. Martin brought his gun up and pointed it at Bill. Without reservation, Martin pulled the trigger. The bullet hit Bill in the head throwing him off of Samantha.

Samantha screamed as her eyes fluttered open. Both she and Henry roamed their eyes trying to find the source of the bullet.

Martin stepped out from behind the tree pointing the gun at Henry, stalking closer to him.

Henry knew he was doomed. Two out of the four men were dead, and he had no idea where Matt was. The way he saw it he had nothing to lose. He reached around his back and pulled a knife from his pocket. He held it above his head intending to stab Samantha, but his plan was thwarted when Martin shot him in the chest.

Samantha gave a tiny scream before she struggled to her feet. She stared at Martin as he raced after her. She opened her arms to envelope Martin in to a tight hug. She cuddled her head in his neck.

Martin rested his head on Samantha's shoulder, rubbing her back. "Why did you do that?" he asked. Anger radiated from his voice; even though, he wasn't doing it on purpose.

Samantha giggled and released her grip on Martin. She and Martin wrapped their arms around each other's back and began to walk to the van. "I knew you wouldn't leave them rape me." She waved her hand around. "See, everything turned out to be all right."

Martin smiled. "Barely," he said. "Come on, we need to get you to the hospital."

The couple climbed in to the van with Matt struggling against his bines. He glared at them. He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it when Samantha said, "Be thankful. You're the only one alive."

She turned to Martin and smiled brightly prompting Martin to reiterate her gesture.