Abel rises and starts to pace as he listens to what Rafael tells him. I watch him listening intently to all he says trying to figure out the deal he is making fully aware that Mr Injamin is ogling me silently. I jump as he cups his hand round my cheek and my eyes slowly slide in his direction. He is still grinning at me a longing to have me in his eyes. This is never going to happen I tell myself, I've been used and taken advantage of enough, it shouldn't ever happen to anyone not even just the once.
With a proud smile Abel returns to us, Mr Injamin gives him a cool look and waits for some information as he takes a tight grip of my wrist. "So what's the damage?" he asks.
Abel giving a nervous lick of his lips, hunches and leans forward before giving an answer. "One hundred thousand, one night, that's his only offer"
I choke taking a deep breath, his final offer, excuse me this is my body I don't think so!
Mr Injamin nods in acceptance and snaps his fingers once again. A young man promptly arrives at his side "One hundred thousand baht for Mr Lopez" he orders. The young man nods and disappears. I turn my attention to Abel who looks rather pleased with himself, giving him a disapproving glance.
I'm still standing at their side when the young man arrives back with a tatty envelope stuffed with notes and tied in the middle with string. Abel flicks his finger across the tops of the notes before smiling and depositing it in his inner jacket pocket. I note that the young man has not been immediately dismissed but that Mr Injamin is whispering in his ear. I want to run, just escape, maybe I could just slip away when no ones looking. For the first time in days I'm suddenly flooded by a flush of heat and a dry staggered cough escapes from lips.
My hands are being bound behind my back with what feels like a rope. Reacting quickly I try to fight against it but Abel hops to his feet producing a small automatic handgun from the inside pocket where he has just stashed the money. I stop trying to resist in the instant he places the gun against my temple. My rapid breathing slows as he whispers in my ear. "Be a good girl now or you know who will suffer" he spits in warning. Peter! My heart aches at the thought, not Peter they can't hurt him.
Mr Injamin bids Abel goodnight and slips him a key to a room. He takes it casually and shakes his hand. Grabbing my arm Mr Injamin digs his fingers in and drags me off to a side room. I have no idea what to expect as we enter. It's dingy and dark, the odd glow from a candle illuminating small patches. A few coughs can be heard and the air is hazed with smoke. It catches in the back of my throat and I begin a spate of chesty little coughs as I feel my cheeks flush. He throws me down onto a soft surface and my head ricochets against the plush mound of pillows. When it finally settles I feel a weight upon me. Opening my eyes and looking up Mr Injamin is reaching up to stroke the side of my face. My breathing hitches as his fingers linger over my skin.
A single tear escapes and runs straight across the path of his fingers, dripping off the side of my cheek and into my ear. Several follow in its path and they begin on the other side. Flicking my eyes open I catch a glimpse of him in a pocket of flickering candle light. His thin dark eyes peer down at me, he smiles and then forcefully makes a move for my mouth. I turn and his lips meet my cheek, he doesn't seem bothered and plants the kiss. He continues to peck away down to my neck and moving quickly in the direction of my breasts ignoring my sobs. My hands bundled behind me are digging uncomfortably into the small of my back and are going numb from being crushed by not only my body weight but also his. As he reaches the top of my left breast he deposits one last kiss, leaving a sticky wet residue from his rummy saliva. He runs his nose intimately up my throat and over my chin as he scoops his right hand under my cheek and flicks my head back to look at him.
His breathing is shallow and steady as he violently pushes his groin into me letting out a loud groan. Again alarmed my eyes dart back and forth uncomfortably as I squirm beneath him. I don't want this I don't care what he has paid for. I can hear whispering from low hushed voices and I wonder who is watching us. Invading my mouth he pushes his tongue passed my lips and kisses me deeply. My tears stream harder and faster with every move he makes but he holds my head still between his hands when I start resisting. When he eventually releases me I'm gasping for breath and the coughing begins again.
Finally he shifts and I'm relieved off his body weight. Maybe that's all he wanted, I calm a little at the thought. Turning my head I see him lying beside me propped up on one elbow and smiling at me as he sucks on a cigar. Inhaling deeply and then releasing he blows the smoke straight into my face and I cough again. My eyes are feeling once again heavy and tired and I ache all over. When he blows a second exhaled puff of smoke in my direction I shiver. Reaching behind him he produces what looks like a bottle of iced champagne and I remember how on the night The Joinery opened I told Peter how I loved how the bubbles dance over the rim. Another tear escapes and follows the tear-stained path of its predecessor as I remember poor Peter suffering and perhaps now fighting for his life in an unfamiliar surroundings.
I feel a familiar pair of hands haul my body up slightly so I'm sat against the cushions. Slowly looking over I see the pretty young lady who bathed me this morning and she gives a comforting smile before retreating. The already wet rim of the bottle reaches my lips and I feel his hand tilt my head back as he begins to pour from the bottle. That taste, it takes me back to so many memories and I welcome the bubbles as they coat my mouth. Cruelly the bottle is snatched after only a few drops and I begin to feel uncomfortable once more. I feel his hand run down the length of the silk and where it has ridden up slightly he allows his hand to creep beneath. His touch is soft and warm against my skin; his hand glides over my skin and up to my inner thigh. I gasp realising that he's going to do the very same as Frank did and Steve.
His hand skims over my hip and around to my backside lifting me slightly. He is firmly pressed against my side and pushes into me. His hand caresses the left of my bottom as he lifts himself over me so he's straddling me once more. I feel my heart rate increase again as he digs his fingers into my soft flesh before releasing it and bringing his hand back to my front and out from under the dress. Firmly pinning my beneath him he reaches for the small slit at the bottom of the dress and taking it firmly in both hands rips it in one swift movement up to hip level. He smirks and gives a small evil laugh. He reaches behind me and begins to undo my restraints.
The rope loosens freeing my hands and he takes a firm grip of my wrists and pulls them in front of me. Placing them flat by my sides he lets go and grabs my shoulders and pushes me down so I'm lying directly beneath him. Here we go again! He kisses me firmly again before sitting up right. Reaching for the top of the dress he grips it firmly and rips between my breasts exposing me. Looking down he admires the view and my chest rises and falls in double time. Nestling between my breasts he kisses the skin once again depositing sticky saliva everywhere. He continues with his affections as he slides his hand down the silk still covering my torso. I don't know how much more of this I can stand. Reaching the split he made in the dress he slips his hand underneath and hitches the material up as it is carried against his hand as it heads north. It exposes me and he again pushes against me groaning. He steadies himself on one hand and removes his other hand from under the dress and reaches for his fly.
This is not going to happen again I'm adamant, he's released me so with a sudden rush of adrenalin I feel I raise my hands and push him off taking him by surprise as he falls beside me. I quickly scramble to my knees and crawl to the edge of the bed. He reaches out for my ankle and gets a good grip of it. I scream and struggle kicking against his hand with my other foot. By some amount of luck he loses his secure grip and I fall from the edge of the bed with a thud. Scrambling once more to my feet using the mattress edge for support I go again to run but he grabs my wrist as it leaves the mattress. I turn and pull against him trying to prize my hand free of his grasp with my other. Eventually I win again and turn to make my escape. "Get her!" I hear him yell an order as I reach the doorway. There is not time to look back. I run for my life.
