Three days later, Christine was still tied up. This time to punish her, they tied her to the bed in only her bra and panties, just to give her second thoughts about trying to escape again. Christine tried not to show how humiliated she was. The first day she was tied to the bed, the short fat man came back with food. She refused to show him she was scared, that was until he decided he wanted to try and rape her. Christine never thought she would have been happy to see the guard that caught her, save her. Raphael never knew what hit him. Juan, the guard who caught her, took the butt of his gun and hit Raphael across the back. He threatened to kill him if he ever came near her again. Of course, Raphael made a promise he would be back. Anyone who went into Christine's room, Juan went in with.
For the fifth night in a row, Christine was mentally cursing at herself for getting into this situation. If she didn't try to escape, she could probably be with Robbie right now. Suddenly a hand clamped over her mouth. She tried to scream, but the grip got tighter.
"If you scream, I will hurt you." the man said, "do you understand?" Christine nodded her head as he untied her hands. He helped her sit up and then proceeded to untie her legs. Next, he took off the blindfold. Since it was dark in the room, her eyes didn't have the need to adjust.
She looked at the man kneeling in front of her and was staring into those intense eyes. "Juan?" she whispered.
"Put these on." he ordered, "We don't have much time."
Christine took the clothes he handed her. They were a man's work shirt and jeans. He also handed her a ball cap. She quickly put the pants and shirt on. Juan could see the questions in her eyes. He stood her up and placed her brown hair into the cap.
"I'm not going anywhere with you." she whispered. "I won't leave Robbie."
"The Ambassador's son is half way back into his father's arms." Juan said pulling her into the hallway.
"I don't believe you." Christine stated.
"Whether you believe me or not, I don't care." he stated, "I would like to get out of here in one piece."
Juan walked her through the back of the house and into a waiting jeep. He got her out of the compound with no problems, but he was waiting for the shit to hit the fan. It wouldn't be long before they noticed the boy and Christine were gone.
They were about ten miles from the pick up site when gunfire came from behind. He pulled the jeep off the road and drove for as long as the jeep could take it. He quickly slammed on the brakes and pulled Christine out of the jeep. He briefly turned his back on Christine to take out his pack. When he turned back around he saw Christine running from him.
"I don't need this," he muttered to himself, chasing after her.
Christine was running, she had no clue to where she was running off to. She turned to see if Juan was following her, he wasn't. She leaned against a tree, trying to catch her breath. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement. She turned her head and saw Juan running towards her. She pushed herself off the tree and started to run once again. She was started to slow down, but she wasn't giving up.
Juan was easily catching up to her. He grabbed her arm to stop her. Christine pulled her arm back to try and loosen his grip. All she did was cause herself to lose balance and pull Juan down on top of her.
"Get off me." she growled.
"Only if you promise not to run away again." he ordered, "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Prove it," she challenged.
"My name's Frank Donovan. I work for the State Department," he answered.
"But, you," she started to say confused, "you work for them."
"I work for the State Department." he repeated, "Now, can we finally get to the airfield?"
Christine was all prepared to shake her head yes when her eyes filled with fear. Hanging above his head was a huge green snake. "Snake," she stuttered, "big snake above your head."
Donovan slowly lifted his head to look. "It's an Emerald Tree Boa. Harmless. See the bulge in its belly? He just ate." he smiled.
At a normal time Christine would've thought he had a killer smile, but she was too concerned about the snake. "Snake. I hate snakes. I, I" she babbled watching it stretch it self down next to her. As it started to slide by her, she started to panic more.
"If you don't shut up, they'll find us." Donovan warned.
"Snake," she repeated. Donovan could hear the gunmen walking near their position and with her babbling about the snake, they would find out soon where they were. He tried to cover her mouth with his hand, but she ended up biting him.
There was only one other thing he could think of to shut her up. He placed a hand behind her neck and lowered his lips to hers. He could see her eyes widen in surprise. He slid his tongue inside her mouth and started to explore. Christine was shocked, but the feeling soon passed. She wrapped her arms around and kissed him back. She forgot all about the snake.
Donovan let his hand travel down Christine's breast and he started to mold it into his hand. Christine moaned in response. He went to move his hand lower when he scraped it on a tree branch. The pain jerked him back into reality. He looked into Christine's eyes and saw the passion. He stood up and the n bent down to help her up. "Come on," he said softly, "let's get you to the airfield."
"Is this a good time to tell you I'm afraid of flying?" she laughed.
"We'll deal with that when we get there." he replied leading her through the jungle.
Three hours later they finally made it to the airfield. A small plane was sitting on the runway guarded by armed men.
"Well, Frankie, I was wondering when you were going to show up." a man laughed stepping down from the plane.
"Tom," Donovan said, "This is Ms. Christine Sellers."
"I can't do this." Christine told Donovan, "I tried to prepare myself, but I can't go on the plane."
Donovan cupped her face in his hands and saw the fear in her eyes. "I know." he whispered before kissing her again. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Christine asked.
"For this." Donovan said knocking her unconscious. He picked her up and carried her into the plane.
"You have a way with women, Frankie." Tom laughed.
"Just make sure she gets back to the States safe." Donovan said, "I need to make sure Raphael and his brother are no longer a problem."
"You got it." Tom replied closing the door to the plane.
Donovan ran to the other side of the runway and watched the plane take off. She was very lucky that Raphael didn't have her killed for the stunts she pulled. Now he had to make sure he wouldn't try and get revenge on her in the future.
For the fifth night in a row, Christine was mentally cursing at herself for getting into this situation. If she didn't try to escape, she could probably be with Robbie right now. Suddenly a hand clamped over her mouth. She tried to scream, but the grip got tighter.
"If you scream, I will hurt you." the man said, "do you understand?" Christine nodded her head as he untied her hands. He helped her sit up and then proceeded to untie her legs. Next, he took off the blindfold. Since it was dark in the room, her eyes didn't have the need to adjust.
She looked at the man kneeling in front of her and was staring into those intense eyes. "Juan?" she whispered.
"Put these on." he ordered, "We don't have much time."
Christine took the clothes he handed her. They were a man's work shirt and jeans. He also handed her a ball cap. She quickly put the pants and shirt on. Juan could see the questions in her eyes. He stood her up and placed her brown hair into the cap.
"I'm not going anywhere with you." she whispered. "I won't leave Robbie."
"The Ambassador's son is half way back into his father's arms." Juan said pulling her into the hallway.
"I don't believe you." Christine stated.
"Whether you believe me or not, I don't care." he stated, "I would like to get out of here in one piece."
Juan walked her through the back of the house and into a waiting jeep. He got her out of the compound with no problems, but he was waiting for the shit to hit the fan. It wouldn't be long before they noticed the boy and Christine were gone.
They were about ten miles from the pick up site when gunfire came from behind. He pulled the jeep off the road and drove for as long as the jeep could take it. He quickly slammed on the brakes and pulled Christine out of the jeep. He briefly turned his back on Christine to take out his pack. When he turned back around he saw Christine running from him.
"I don't need this," he muttered to himself, chasing after her.
Christine was running, she had no clue to where she was running off to. She turned to see if Juan was following her, he wasn't. She leaned against a tree, trying to catch her breath. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement. She turned her head and saw Juan running towards her. She pushed herself off the tree and started to run once again. She was started to slow down, but she wasn't giving up.
Juan was easily catching up to her. He grabbed her arm to stop her. Christine pulled her arm back to try and loosen his grip. All she did was cause herself to lose balance and pull Juan down on top of her.
"Get off me." she growled.
"Only if you promise not to run away again." he ordered, "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Prove it," she challenged.
"My name's Frank Donovan. I work for the State Department," he answered.
"But, you," she started to say confused, "you work for them."
"I work for the State Department." he repeated, "Now, can we finally get to the airfield?"
Christine was all prepared to shake her head yes when her eyes filled with fear. Hanging above his head was a huge green snake. "Snake," she stuttered, "big snake above your head."
Donovan slowly lifted his head to look. "It's an Emerald Tree Boa. Harmless. See the bulge in its belly? He just ate." he smiled.
At a normal time Christine would've thought he had a killer smile, but she was too concerned about the snake. "Snake. I hate snakes. I, I" she babbled watching it stretch it self down next to her. As it started to slide by her, she started to panic more.
"If you don't shut up, they'll find us." Donovan warned.
"Snake," she repeated. Donovan could hear the gunmen walking near their position and with her babbling about the snake, they would find out soon where they were. He tried to cover her mouth with his hand, but she ended up biting him.
There was only one other thing he could think of to shut her up. He placed a hand behind her neck and lowered his lips to hers. He could see her eyes widen in surprise. He slid his tongue inside her mouth and started to explore. Christine was shocked, but the feeling soon passed. She wrapped her arms around and kissed him back. She forgot all about the snake.
Donovan let his hand travel down Christine's breast and he started to mold it into his hand. Christine moaned in response. He went to move his hand lower when he scraped it on a tree branch. The pain jerked him back into reality. He looked into Christine's eyes and saw the passion. He stood up and the n bent down to help her up. "Come on," he said softly, "let's get you to the airfield."
"Is this a good time to tell you I'm afraid of flying?" she laughed.
"We'll deal with that when we get there." he replied leading her through the jungle.
Three hours later they finally made it to the airfield. A small plane was sitting on the runway guarded by armed men.
"Well, Frankie, I was wondering when you were going to show up." a man laughed stepping down from the plane.
"Tom," Donovan said, "This is Ms. Christine Sellers."
"I can't do this." Christine told Donovan, "I tried to prepare myself, but I can't go on the plane."
Donovan cupped her face in his hands and saw the fear in her eyes. "I know." he whispered before kissing her again. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Christine asked.
"For this." Donovan said knocking her unconscious. He picked her up and carried her into the plane.
"You have a way with women, Frankie." Tom laughed.
"Just make sure she gets back to the States safe." Donovan said, "I need to make sure Raphael and his brother are no longer a problem."
"You got it." Tom replied closing the door to the plane.
Donovan ran to the other side of the runway and watched the plane take off. She was very lucky that Raphael didn't have her killed for the stunts she pulled. Now he had to make sure he wouldn't try and get revenge on her in the future.