25
Slap!
The smack of a hand against the skin on her back awoke Chrissy with a start. The flesh on her back was already red and sore from the torture she'd endured for- God, she wasn't even sure how long she'd been in this windowless room. All she knew for sure was that she wanted to get out of there and quick.
Chrissy sat up on the cot, knowing it would warrant another smack if she didn't. Her clothing had long since been ripped off her body and trashed, and that only left her in her bra and panties. It was humiliating, especially since one man watched every move she made in those undergarments.
Michael smirked devilishly as he gazed at his sister. Ah, it was so terrific to have her at his command, since Wo Fat had given him permission to keep an eye on her. Before, there had always been some way for her to run from him. She'd been doing that for the past nine years. Now, she had nowhere to hide. She'd been safe for a while with her cop boyfriend, but his buddies had blown that for him when they flew to Kauai. They should have known their flights would be monitored. Of course, Michael knew Chrissy had to die because of what she'd seen, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun with her before Wo Fat blew her brains out in front of the cop and shot him afterwards.
Chrissy folded her arms over her chest, trying to achieve some form of modesty. Michael laughed at her.
Michael smarted, "Trying to be modest, huh, Chrissy? I think it's kind of pointless now."
It was true. Michael had raped Chrissy several times since her kidnapping, including once in the Kauai house with Sarah in earshot. Every time it happened, it made her more disgusted. She could just imagine Steve's reaction. Would he even want her after this? How could he after what had happened? The thoughts made her even more melancholy than she already felt.
Chrissy quivered, "What do you want, Michael?"
Michael strolled in front of Chrissy and ran a finger over her cheek. Chrissy's skin crawled and she jerked away. Michael responded with a hard slap across her cheek. Chrissy didn't make a sound. She simply bit her lip as the pain washed over her face. Michael's eyes shot daggers at her.
Michael seethed, "I bet you don't pull away when your boyfriend touches you."
Chrissy retorted, "Leave Steve out of this."
Michael questioned, "Why? What does he mean to you?"
Chrissy mumbled, "What does it matter to you?"
"Well, in less than twelve hours, Wo Fat and I are taking you to meet up with your boyfriend. Who knows? Wo Fat might feel like putting a couple of bullets in his head. I don't know."
"Please don't hurt Steve."
"Steve must have been a great lay if you're this worried about him."
"Shut up, Michael! Life doesn't revolve around sex, like you seem to think!"
Michael's reply was a second blow to her cheek. Because of the burn that still existed from the first slap, the second felt like a monstrous explosion across her face. She bit down even harder on her lip, drawing blood this time. To be honest, Chrissy wanted to hit him back, but she could only imagine what the consequences would be if she did.
Michael shouted, "You really think you can talk back to me, Chrissy? Fight back with words? You didn't do so well when you fought with your body nine years ago. I'm not sure your words will fare much better."
Chrissy didn't look at him but solicited, "How did you expect me to fight back? You're much bigger than I am."
Michael stepped forward until they were almost touching. For the first time, Chrissy noticed touches of gray in his light brown hair. It made her even more disgusted with him because it showed their age difference, combined with what he'd done to her and the fact that she was related to him.
Michael taunted, "Or maybe you just wanted it so bad that you thought it would be fun to play a game with me."
Michael put his index finger on Chrissy's shoulder and ran it over the skin around her bra strap. Bile rose in her throat. Oh, no. He's going to try to rape me again. She tried to pull away, but he held her in place. He leaned in close so she could feel his breath on her ear. It made her even more nauseous.
Michael whispered, "Do you play these kinds of games with your boyfriend?"
Chrissy fumed, "Don't you dare mention Steve again! He's ten times the man you are, and he doesn't have to prove it by raping his sister!"
The words barely made it out of Chrissy's mouth before she found herself flat on her back on the cot beneath Michael. Her body quivered with fear, just as it had before. She struggled even though she knew it was no use. Michael only smiled, and it was the most menacing, evil expression she'd ever seen.
Michael laughed, "Well, if he doesn't, maybe he should try it sometime. It can be a lot of fun."
Chrissy continued to struggle underneath Michael, all the while hoping that Steve would murder him when he got his hands on him.