Warning: violence. Let me know what you thought – Heather
Chapter 41
Steph's POV
Ever had your fingers broken, one by one? It's painful. But not nearly as painful as being able to talk to Ric one minute, then not the next.
My right hand was throbbing painfully and I just wanted to break down and cry. But that's what he wanted. So I pulled my head up, took a deep breath and started where I'd left off:
'Seven hundred and forty two bottles of beer on the wall. Seven hundred and forty two bottles of beer, knock one down and pass it around; seven hundred and forty one bottles of beer on the wall...'
After two more hours, I stopped singing; one) my throat was dry and two) I was driving myself crazy.
Pedral took it as a sign of submission and I didn't correct him. He undid the cuffs that had long since choked off my circulation and dragged me downstairs to the kitchen so that I could be tortured by the sight and smell of food. Pedral left my right hand free, I couldn't do very much with a broken hand anyway, and he used the spare cuff to chain me to a pipe under the sink. My favourite place.
My starved body clamoured for food as Not-So cooked eggs and bacon. Not-So rang a gong and two other goons appeared; I mentally named them Goon One and Goon Two. Pedral and his minions ate dinner slowly – all the more agonising for me.
They left me there, chained to the sink, as they went to bed.
Two hours later I woke as someone groped me. I lashed out and kicked someone in the leg.
'Bitch!' Goon Two said.
Goon One laughed, 'should have been more careful.' He leaned forward and tried to kiss me, I opened my mouth to him, and when his tongue slithered in I bit down as hard as I could.
Goon One let out a strangled noise of protest, and was promptly hushed by Goon Two.
'You know if boss catches us trying to fuck her he's going to be mad.'
Trying to fuck me? Excuse me? Nuh uh, no way are Pedral's cronies raping me.
In the dim light I searched for something to protect myself with. Come on, this is a kitchen; there has to be something, anything! A knife? A cutting board?
Nope…but there was a frying pan.
'I'll be look out while you do her, then I do her and you be look out. That ok?' Said Two to One.
'Yeth. That thould work.' Said Goon One, guess he was having trouble with 'S's' now that I bit his tongue. Heh heh heh.
Goon Two left, leaving me with the joy of Goon One's company. Goon One leaned down and started inching off my panties, while he was distracted with his oh so hard task, I reached up and behind me with my right hand.
I grasped the Frying pan by it's handle and gasped as pain shot through my hand.
'Oh you like that?' said Goon One, as his fingers groped me.
Oh man, Batman's gonna kick your sorry ass.
But first, I'm gonna whack your empty head.
I hit him solidly with the frying pan and, with a muffled mphf, Goon One was out for the count.
Goons – zero, Stephanie – one.
Ignoring the immense pain that using my hand was causing, I put the frying pan behind me.
'Help.' I said quite quietly; I wanted Goon Two's attention, but not Pedral's or Not-So's.
Goon two entered the room, 'what happened?' he demanded.
'He fainted, I guess I'm too much woman for him.'
'But not for me, Doll.' He said. He rolled his companion off me, barely sparing him a glance, and looked down at me, licking his lips.
'Not for you.' I agreed, licking my own lips. 'You know, I give the best blow jobs, If you'll just un-cuff me I'll show you, but I need my left hand.'
He hesitated.
'Come on Sexy, you won't regret it, besides, what am I going to do to you? I have a broken hand and you're far stronger than I am.' I made a noise low down in my throat that always drove Ric wild, 'Mmm, all those muscles you must have, won't you let me taste you?'
'Jesus.' He panted. He got out the key and freed me.
He's about as bright as Cal…very very dim.
I hit him solidly with the frying pan but he didn't fall the way I expected, instead he fell into me, making me stumble. I used my hands to break my fall and cried out in agony as my right hand contacted with the floor. He landed on top of me.
'What the fuck's going on?' Not-So asked from the doorway.
'Help!' I said, 'he's trying to rape me!'
'Get the fuck off her, you know the boss is saving her for later.'
But the Goons didn't move, of course not - they're unconscious. Thinking quickly I rocked my hips back and forth and cried out, in the darkness it must have looked like Goon Two was raping me.
Not-So stepped closer.
Could the same trick work three times?
Not-So leaned forward to pull Goon Two off me and I swung the frying pan with all my might.
Not-So slid to the floor.
Three minions down, one Big Cheese to go.
It sounded like I was ordering a McDonalds.
Oh God, McDonalds, Mmm.
I pulled myself together out of my Homer-Simpson-like-drooling-state, and I dragged the goons, with my left hand, under the kitchen table. I secured them with a mixture of handcuffs, duct tape, and chains. Bad guys have different things in their kitchens I guess. But the point is, even if the goons were conscious, which they're not, they still couldn't get away for shit.
It may have been excessive, I know sometimes more is less, but I'm pretty sure this doesn't apply to tying bad guys up.
I searched around the kitchen some more, and then, armed with a juiced up stun gun and some duct tape, I went a-looking for Pedral.
Ranger's POV
Connie called back with more information; She gave us a list of five possible locations. The teams have split up and we're ready to go and do some stealth surveillance. We can't just attack because we have no idea which house it is, or what manpower Pedral has within the house.
'Everyone clear where they're going and who with?' I asked.
Nods all round.
'Then let's hurry up and find my woman.' I ordered.
'I wouldn't worry,' said an oh so familiar voice from behind me, 'your woman's found you.'
I whirled around, 'Babe?' I said, disbelieving.
