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Chapter 29: Sara
"You know, I normally like to partake of whatever delights your former dalliances have to offer. This one, on the other hand, has been around the block more than once. She even permitted that Hispanic whore Ramirez to ravage her. Yes, she still has the body to attract
and tempt whomever she chooses, but one never knows what they're being exposed to by sharing a bed with her."
I'm pulling on those fucking restraints with all my strength. I've been pulling on them all the while listening to Duncan the psychopath describing what he did to all the people who had the misfortune to be in my life under the label of 'lover'. I've been watching him touching and tainting Catherine's body.
My wrists are bleeding from the constant friction with the metal. I found a weak spot in the rusty pipe and I've been pulling on it like a maniac, slowly watching it give up. I'm crying, not only out of rage and hate toward Duncan, but toward myself. I brought all this pain to those people; I'm the reason why innocent lives were taken.
I put one foot against the wall and use it as leverage. I can feel the raw skin of my wrist burning as I pull even harder against my handcuffs. The pipe gives in little by little. One more inch and I'm free.
"Now, don't be too disappointed, Ms. Willows. I know that you were probably looking forward to this part of the artistic venture, but you'll just have to die disappointed," I hear Duncan saying.
I pull again, until my muscles are so tense that I'm shaking. I'm sweating abundantly and the pain of the effort is excruciating. The pipe finally gives in and I fall on my ass with the movement. Luckily, Duncan is too busy having fun to notice anything. I get up silently and walk to Duncan.
"Catherine won't be the one dying here tonight," I tell him firmly a heartbeat before slipping the chain of my restraints around his neck and tightening the loop. I pull him backward and use all my strength to strangle him. His hands come up automatically to the chain as he tries to free himself.
He walks backward so he crushes me against the wall. The impact cuts my breath, but I hold on. He repeats the same motion several times against different walls, making us spin every time, until he feels my grip weakening. I'm much lighter than he is and in one swift movement he uses the chain to throw me over his shoulder. I land painfully on the concrete, but get up fast and charge him again.
The chain linking my hands keeps me from having a good grip on him. As soon as my shoulder connect with his stomach, he's forced backwards but he holds on and he's quick to react because one of his arms passes under one of my shoulders. As he pulls on it, half my body is twisted upward. He starts to pound my back with his elbow, then hit my ribs with his fists. The pain makes me weak in my knees and I can only scream in response. I elbow him in the face with as much strength as I can muster. He pushes me violently face first against the wall and a split second later the bitter taste of iron runs through my mouth.
He pushes himself against me and then puts his mouth next to my ear. "Now, now baby. I didn't know you like it rough," he chuckles. "Oh, that's right, that bitch taught you to enjoy rough sex, didn't she?"
I hit him with the back of my head before stepping hard on his foot, making him lose his balance. I turn around a charge him again, making him stumble to the floor this time. I straddle him and push my chain around his neck again.
He's struggling not to choke and I just watch him as oxygen slowly leaves him. Not once does my conscience scream to me that this is bad. No the only voice I can hear right now is the inner one cheering me on and telling me to kill this fucker.
Suddenly I feel my hair being pulled with great force. The pain cuts my breath. My first reflex is to reach out for whoever is pulling. I follow my aggressor backward so he doesn't rip my hair from my scalp.
I'm thrown to the floor and kicks start to rain down on my ribs. "I can't leave you alone. Can I?"
I adopt a fetal position to protect me as much as I can, but the pain doesn't stop.
"Enough," Duncan's panting voice resounds.
The beating stops, but the pain remains. My hair is being pulled again, forcing me to my knees. I start to struggle, but stop all motion as I find myself staring down the barrel of a gun.
"Easy," Spencer or Duncan, I don't know which, says. Then he directs the gun towards Catherine. "One false move and she'll take one."
I stay still in spite of the pain, not moving a muscle. I'd eat my own heart right now if it was a guarantee to keep Cath safe, or at least alive. Her body is dangling, and she's watching us without any expression. I'm not sure she can move, not sure that whatever is running through her system has worn off yet.
I feel hot breath against the skin of my neck, like an army of maggots crawling under my skin. "You've been a really naughty girl, my love. But I forgive you, for I know what kind of spell she has cast on you," Duncan's voice whispers before laughing. He kisses the soft spot behind my ear and I have to tighten my lips in order not to gag. "Look at her, she's about to pay for your little misguided act of heroism."
"Duncan," I start before feeling his teeth sinking into my flesh.
"You should have thought about that two minutes ago," he says before letting go of my hair. "Get up," he orders me, pulling on my collar. My body follows. "Spencer," he calls his brother who's still pointing a gun at Cath. "Tie her to the pipe again and make sure she is unable to free herself again this time," he growls. He hands me over to Spencer like I am some kind of doll and takes the gun, only to put it against Cath's stomach. "Go on love and try to escape again," he says with a smile.
I allow Spencer to move me without any resistance. He removes the chain from one of my wrists, passing it around the pipe again at a different place, and then cuffs me again. He doesn't leave my side though; he just keeps smiling.
My body is hurting like hell and desperation is starting to take its toll on me. Obviously I won't get either Cath or I out of this on my own. And there's nobody here to help us.
Think Sara, think…
I close my eyes and try not to think that this is the end. I try not to think that Cath and I will die here like animals.
I hear Catherine growling in pain and my eyes fly open. Duncan is touching her here and there, his hands roaming all over her body. He turns Catherine around and looks at her with rapt attention, hypnotized by her body, completely lost in his twisted little world. I suddenly realize that if she can protest, then the drug in her system is wearing off. I have to do something and soon, because if Duncan starts to torture her again I won't be able to bear her screams.
"It's a sweet melody, don't you think?" Spencer chuckles, looking at me.
"And to think that I use to admire you," I tell him. "Tell me, do you enjoy being your brother's bitch?"
His smile fades in an instant. "I'm no one's bitch."
I laugh at him. "Oh yeah? That's not how I see it. Everything Duncan says, you do without protest. Yep, sounds to me like you're his bitch," I state. "I bet this wasn't even your idea," I say waiting for his reaction. He just shakes his head and looks away. I snort, "Of course, that goes without saying."
He snaps his head at me, and if looks could kill I'd be dead by now.
"I mean, it's not even like you were sharing a brain. Nope, he's the tough guy, the mastermind and you're the brainless bitch following his lead and doing his bidding."
Oxygen leaves my lungs as his fist crashes into my stomach. "Who's the bitch now?" he asks with rage.
"You sure hit like one," I provoke him and earn more blows. I cry out in pain, attracting Duncan's attention.
In two seconds, he's beside his brother and punches him hard. "What the fuck have I told you?!" Duncan spits at Spencer. "You do not touch her. How hard is it for that shitty brain of yours to get that?"
"Sorry," Spencer mumbles.
"Stop fucking around so I can focus," Duncan orders before returning to Cath. I can only giggle at the scene.
"You look like a dog who just went wee-wee on the carpet and whose master just punished him."
Spencer gets on his feet and moves to my side. He looks furious, but I just chuckle. "What are you going to do, spank me?" I pout a bit. "No you can't, you heard your master."
No, I haven't turned masochistic. Cath and I are obviously on our own now. Another obvious thing is that of our two psycho twins, one is practically harmless. Spencer is far from being Duncan's equal, and the only option offering itself to me right now is to distract Duncan by using Spencer.
I smile at Spencer, "See? You're his lackey, the faithful dog that he throws a bone to every now and then just to be sure he won't leave his side. You're pathetic, really pathetic," I snicker.
He's breathing slowly like a bull ready to charge, but he doesn't move, holding back everything. At least I am safe even if it's just temporary, I mean Spencer can't hurt me until Duncan decides otherwise, might as well use it to my advantage.
I keep my cool. "Don't you find that pathetic? The only time you actually get some is when your brother subdues a girl for you, when he plays with them and then in his great generosity gives you the sloppy seconds. Face it, you're one pathetic son of a bitch who has no life and no personality."
"Take that back!" he shouts.
"Spencer, if I have to tell you once more to shut the fuck up, so help me, you'll be crying when I'm done with you," Duncan growls.
"Yes Master," I whisper smiling at Spencer before chuckling again. "You know, when I think about it, you've always been the weaker one. In all the time I've known you, you never made a decision by yourself. You always waited for others to think for you, to tell you what to do."
"Shut up," he says through his teeth.
"What's wrong? Having a hard time remembering what I'm talking about?" I ask him. "Liam always had to tell you the answers to the tests so you wouldn't fail. I had to choose the school you'd go to because you wouldn't do it yourself. Aaron had to ask Ashley out for you because you wouldn't talk to her. Every time we had to cover your tracks so you wouldn't get caught for your little misdemeanors. And this is just the beginning. Your life has been nothing but a long list of things people did for you, since you couldn't do anything for yourself."
"Shut up," he repeats.
"You're a doormat. Always have been. Just once in your life you should be a man. How hard can that be? We had to fight for you, protect you from the other kids who were bullying you."
"SHUT UP!" he screams.
"Oh, did I hurt your feelings?" I snort.
His jaw is so tightly clenched that it might explode. The vein on his forehead is pulsing to the rhythm of his heartbeat. Then his look turns cold and a smile makes its way across his lips. "You know, when I took Melissa she sounded like an actress in a low budget porn movie," he says slowly. The smile on my lips disappears instantly, I feel my blood burning my veins but I tighten my fists not to lose control. "And I'll make your dear Catherine scream like that too, and all the while I'll be looking at you," he adds before licking his lips.
I use all my self control not to lose it now. I don't have time to make a mistake now, I must keep my cool. "I highly doubt it," I snort. "Please, Spence, we both know you that you've never satisfied a woman in your life," I chuckle. "But don't worry, just like I did everything else for you, I satisfied Ashley for you."
I know that I pulled the right string as his face pales a bit. I see the confidence in his eyes slowly fading.
"Liar," he breathes out through his teeth.
"She'd come to me almost everyday. I'd give her tenderness, affection, I'd make her laugh. We'd make out and then we'd have sex, great sex, fantastically great sex," I say slowly. "She'd be writhing beneath me, aching for my touch, chanting my name, begging me to give her more over and over again. Do you want to know the difference between you and I?" I ask him rhetorically. "I always gave her what you never did, orgasms, I showed her the moon and the stars, word is that you've never been good" I laugh darkly as pain appears on his features.
"You slut! Lying slut!" he spits. He is heaving, his face inches away from me. Suddenly he's yanked backwards, Duncan is holding him by the collar and throws him on the floor.
"I called you twice already," Duncan growls.
"Ask him Spence, ask your brother if I'm lying. Chances are that he was probably enjoying the show himself," I chuckle. "Go on, and ask if I'm lying," I dare him. "Spence, my friend, I want you to know that I satisfied Ashley completely," I tell him seriously.
Duncan laughs. "Yeah, me too," he says.
Spencer looks at him with eyes as round as saucer plates. "You slept with Ashley?" he asks with rage.
"Technically you did, I mean she thought it was you, but yeah I did, and I had a lot of fun," Duncan replies shrugging. "Now go get the clothes, we need to get Catherine ready," he adds before returning to Catherine.
In different circumstances I'd be laughing my ass off at Duncan's last revelation, that and the fact that the expression of Spencer is priceless. If my words had hurt him, Duncan's just ripped his heart out.
Spencer looks at his brother but doesn't move. "Ouch," I say in mock pain "Looks like somebody's been fucking you over," I state matter-of-factly. "So not satisfying women runs in the family then. I mean, even Ashley couldn't make the difference between one bad horse and the other. This is hilarious when you think about it," I snort.
Spencer gets up like he hadn't heard me and starts to pace like a caged animal. Great, now the sane brother has gone to Crazy Land as well.
I look at Duncan. He's lost in his contemplation of Cath, as if he was a painter and she was a blank canvas. He keeps running his hands over her body in a slow motion. He's so absorbed by her that he barely notices what's going on around him.
After what seems like an eternity, Spencer stops his pacing and puts his hand in his pocket, pulls out his cell phone, dials a number and then comes close to me to put it in my pocket. I'm about to protest but he feels it and punches me in the stomach, then he winks at me with a smile. I don't have time to process what's happening before he goes to his brother.
"Who else?" Spencer asks in a growl. Duncan doesn't tear his eyes off Cath at first, then Spencer pushes him, effectively breaking Duncan's trance. "Who else?" Spencer repeats.
"I thought I told you to go get the clothes for Catherine," Duncan states.
"Answer me! Who else did you fuck behind my back?" Spencer spits. "Uh? Tell me, you bastard!"
Duncan starts laughing, "Oh, is this about Ashley?"
"Who else?"
"Why do you care now? You never did before," Duncan laughs again.
In a heartbeat Spencer had thrown a mean hook that connected with Duncan's jaw.
Duncan looks stunned, surprised that his brother could raise a hand to him. He brings two fingers to his bottom lip, then looks at the blood on them.
"Who else?" Spencer says through his teeth.
Duncan smiles. "Depends, how many girlfriends have you had again?"
"Bastard!" Spencer exclaims before jumping on his brother. They start to fight and I couldn't tell who is overpowering whom.
I decide to take advantage of the fact that they aren't focused on either Cath or I to move and try to reach the spot where I broke the pipe earlier.
I move slowly holding the chain in my hands so it doesn't make too much noise. I keep a close eye on Spencer and Duncan, they are on the floor rolling and hitting each other.
Duncan uses his legs as a leverage to send Spencer off of him. They both stand up quickly and stay at a distance staring at each other like to lions ready to attack.
"We're brothers, and brothers share. What belongs to you, belongs to me, Spence," Duncan says with a sick smile.
"You fucked all of my girlfriends?" Spencer says in disbelief.
"I had to live in your shadow all my life, you don't think I was going to let you have all the fun on top of it?! What a selfish fuck you make!" Duncan replies. "I did everything for you, and you're giving me a hard time about little details?"
"You betrayed me!" Spencer spits.
"I betrayed you?" Duncan frowns.
"I don't care about the others, but Ashley?! You knew she was off limits! You knew!" Spencer shouts.
"There are no such things as limits between us, you know that," Duncan states. "I knew you liked her, so what?" he sniggers.
"I loved her!" Spencer corrects him before jumping on him again. "I loved her."
Here we go for round number two and this time Duncan is at a disadvantage. I take this new opportunity to move closer to the broken part of the pipe.
Spencer is straddling his brother and he's holding him by the collar before punching him. "I loved her! You had no right!"
Duncan struggles and finally takes the advantage, throwing his brother away once more. Both of them are panting and bleeding from the fight. "She was taking you away from me!" Duncan spits. "I had to do something, didn't I?"
Duncan starts to pace, Cath and I are completely forgotten. I move a little more carefully not to get their attention.
Fuck! No, no, no!
Please not that, fuck!
I can see the broken spot of the pipe, but I can't reach it, there a joint that holds the pipe to the wall that keeps me away from it. Shit! So close…
Think, Sara think…
I need to find a rusty spot. I did it once, surely I can do it again. I inspect the pipe thoroughly with urgency.
"She was taking you away from me! Don't you get that?! I couldn't let that happen. I told her to leave you alone, I pushed her away, but she'd always come back, burning your thoughts, spending all the time with you, obsessing over you. This slut didn't deserve it," Duncan pants, he's pacing furiously.
I, for my part start to pull on my restraints with renewed vigor, trying to break this fucking pipe again. And so help me, this time once I get free, I'll kill those bastards.
"She was sleeping with Sara and with me, never once did she care about you. I did everything to make her leave, to make her understand that she wasn't welcome. I tried to be nice, I tried to be tough, but she wouldn't leave. She was worse than a leech," Duncan continues.
"She left me because of you?" Spencer asks.
"I had to do it, I had to make her leave. I knew you liked her, so she didn't suffer…not much."
"What have you done?" Spencer's eyes get as round as saucer plates.
"Since she was playing with your heart…I played with hers. I took it out…"Duncan snorts as he loses himself in the memory. Three pairs of eyes are glue on him. Spencer is looking at him in disbelief, like the world had just fell on his shoulders, Cath and I are looking at him with fear, god only knows what he has in mind for us. We have to get out of here.
I turn to the pipe again and use my feet as leverage to break it. The tender flesh of my wrist starts to bleed again, but I grit my teeth at the pain and keep on pulling.
"I had to Spencer. She was taking you, your thoughts, your soul away from me, brother. I knew it broke your heart, but it was a necessary evil. When your heart was broken, my heart was broken. Don't you see? We are one, we share everything, the pain, the entertainments. I've spent my life providing you entertainment and happiness, I never let you down. And look what we've accomplished together…" Duncan smiles brightly. "Let's finish what we've started, I love you my brother, and as long as you have me, you don't need anything or anybody else."
Tears are dampening Spencer's face, tears of rage, he's breathing heavily, I don't think he realized who his brother was before this very instant.
He gets on his feet again and charges Duncan. This time he doesn't leave room for Duncan to move nor react. "You killed her!" he shouts, beating his brother to a pulp. Once Duncan is out of it, Spencer grabs a scalpel tightly in one fist and drives it in Duncan's shoulder. Duncan's cry of pain freezes my blood.
"This is for Ashley," Spencer says through his teeth before turning the scalpel in the wound.
Right now I'm not sure who's is crazier. I'm sure that I'm scared of the both of them. I look at the pipe and put all my strength on my task, one more pull and I'll be free again.
I look at them again and see Spencer standing up and looking for something. Duncan grits his teeth before pulling the scalpel out of his bleeding flesh. He gets up and runs to his brother. After another struggle, Duncan has Spencer pinned against a wall.
"How could you do this to me? After all I did for you?" he asks before stabbing his brother in the stomach once, twice… over and over again. Duncan steps back. "I gave my whole life for you, I sacrificed everything! And this is all the thanks I get?!" he spits before throwing the scalpel away.
Spencer falls down on his knees and starts to fight for breathing as he falls face down on the floor.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
I pull harder on my chain in erratic movements. My heart is pounding in my chest, I can feel fear in every cell of my body. Time is running out.
"Fuck!" Duncan says before throwing the tray with all of his tools on the floor. He starts to pace holding his head in his hands, mumbling to himself. Spencer is slowly bleeding himself dry on the floor, we can hear him hiccupping as he's trying to breathe.
I feel the metal slowly giving in. I try to look around to see if I can have a weapon of fortune.
"We need to finish what we started," Duncan growls after moments of contemplative silence. He turns to his brother. "Get up and go get those clothes like I asked you," he orders him. Spencer barely moves, too busy dying in agony, I suppose. "Spence?" Duncan calls him. "Spencer!"
He kneels down and grabs Spencer's shoulder to turn him over. "Get the fuck up from the floor, hear me?!" he screams with anger. I can tell the exact moment when he realizes that his brother is not fine. "Spencer?...Spencer?" he says with a little panic. "You always do that!" he spits angrily. "Always fucking up my plans…Spencer!...Come on..." he pleaded desperately.
"Don't you die on me!" he spits. He puts his hand on his face and sighs. He grabs his hair in his fists "Fuck….think Duncan, think…" he stands up again. "I know what you need…I'll be back," he says before disappearing from the room.
I pull one last time on the pipe and finally free myself again. Once more, gravity provides me a painful landing on the floor but don't I dwell on my pain. I get up and turn to Cath.
"Hurry," she says with pain.
Now I have to find a way to get her down and then get us out before Psycho boy comes back.
I suppose that things could be worse...although there aren't really looking good... Scuby: what's next?
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