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She's the One
Chapter 8
Smithy's eyes sprung open. The drug's effect had passed. He groaned loudly in pain; his wrist had been broken. His vision was cloudy. He could hear movement not far away. He heard the gentle ticking of a clock in the distance. He couldn't remember much. He could see himself drinking himself drunk in the pub with everyone from work. He couldn't think what happened after that. He tried to move his lips, but he found that he was tightly gagged. His hands were tied roughly behind his back. His feet were bound. He tried to get up, but he was tied by some thick rope to a heavy straight-backed chair. It was very uncomfortable.
His vision became clearer; he could just see the tall walls of a grimy warehouse. The floor was over-run with skeletons of small animals. The smell was enough to burn his nose off; it was grotesque. He could hear the gentle movements of water against the shore. He couldn't be near the sea, so he decided he must still be in London, possibly by the Thames.
Smithy began to hear footsteps behind him. He closed his eyes and pretended he was asleep; he might get more out of kidnapper then. The footsteps sounded like trainers, maybe some flat shoes. They were light, but plodded. Whoever it was reached Smithy. Smithy didn't dare chance peeping through his eyelids. He began to speak. The voice was all too familiar.
"Well, well, serge, look who's loosing now! I told Kerry she should have picked me over you. What can you give her; a safe home, an unreliable relationship? I can give her so much more; an action-packed ride full of adventure and fantasy. I couldn't get my head round why she picked you. Look at you! You're as ugly as hell and as stubborn as bloody Gina Gold! I wish you'd never set eyes on her…
"Kerry will be heart-broken when she finds out what's happened to you, but I'll comfort her, I'll make sure no-one else gets to her while her defences are down. I think I'll owe it to you, don't you? Hey, I could even take your place as sergeant!
"She's beautiful isn't she? I can see why you're attracted to her. But you don't really love her; it's just a bit of fun! She doesn't love you either, you know. She loves me. Anyway, you'll be out of the way soon enough. That is, if she doesn't meet my demands. You see, serge, I'm not who you think I am. My name isn't Gabriel; that's the name of my adopted brother, June's son. My name, you see, is David Kent.
"And that's not all, serge! You remember when Kerry reported your date rape? Well, I persuaded her! And then, when she withdrew the allegation, she thought I was her friend, and she only wanted Cameron. She's cried rape once, no-one would believe her if she cried again. So I raped her, and I loved it! Then she decided to tell Inspector Gold about it all, and I couldn't have that! So I borrowed the sniper's gun and shot her! The only thing I regret is shooting you too!"
Smithy listened to every sick word David Kent was uttering. He sounded completely insane. How could one person do and enjoy so much? He felt physically ill having to hear all this. As if Kerry hadn't been through enough! Why had he destroyed her life? The one she'd gone through so much to build! Hatred cursed through Smithy's veins like poison. He wanted nothing more than to get off his backside and beat David to a pulp, except that he was tied tightly to a chair, so he could do nothing.
"I believe it's time for me to make my exit," Gabriel continued, "but I'll be back, just you wait." He made to leave, but remembered something. "Hold on, that drug will be wearing off soon. I can't have you waking up now, can I?" he brought out a tablet and popped it into Smithy's mouth. "That'll keep you quiet for at least another few hours. See you, serge…" Smithy felt consciousness leave him once more, and he fell into another deep sleep.
'Help me, Kerry…please…"