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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

"You shouldn't have done that," Corey glared at Martha.

"I didn't do anything. You were the one yelling," Martha said innocently.

Martha was praying that someone outside had heard Corey and recognised it as his voice. Maybe if they knew it was him, they could get her and Irene out of their quicker.

"Don't get smart with me," Corey warned her.

Martha had to look away from him. The look on his face was scaring her.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he snarled and grabbed her face, making her look at him.

"I'd prefer not too. The sight of you makes me sick," Martha shot out.

Corey laughed and leaned over Martha. He pinned her to the couch and pressed his body closer to hers.

"Get off her," Irene begged, standing up and moving towards Martha.

Corey snapped his gaze onto Irene. "Stay out of this," he growled, and Irene shrunk back in fear. She knew what he was capable of; she'd seen what he did to Martha when he got angry.

He looked back at Martha. "Isn't this a compromising position?" he smirked.

"Get off me," Martha ordered, trying to push him away.

"I give the orders around here," Corey told her, while running his hand up and down her thigh.

"What do you want?" Martha cried.

Corey raised his hand to the cheek that was clear of blood; to the cheek that now had a bright red hand print forming, from where he had slapped her before. He softly started caressing it.

"What is it about Jack Holden that turns you on so much?" he whispered. "Is he really that great in the sack? He must be doing something right. Especially for you to run back to him," he continued.

Martha looked away from Corey. She felt sick. Corey had his hands all over her and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

She started sobbing. "Get away from me," she said.

He paid no attention and kept on with his torment. "I heard you moaning his name last night. I broke into your apartment while you two were going at it. The two of you were so into it, that you didn't even notice that someone had entered the house," he told her truthfully.

Martha gasped. "So you're a dirty pervert aswell," she stated, squirming underneath him.

"Please Corey, leave her alone," Irene begged again, her eyes filling with tears. She couldn't stand seeing him treating Martha the way that he was. It was disgusting and degrading.

Corey turned his head to look at Irene again. "I thought I told you to mind your own business," he snapped at her. "Just shut your mouth and I might let you out of here in one piece," he kept on.

He turned back to Martha, still pinning her down. "You never even gave me the chance to make you moan. I'm sure I would have done the job just a good as Saint Jack," he whispered in her ear.

He moved his face until his lips where touching hers. She pursed her lips together; trying to stop his tongue intruding into her mouth.

"Don't fight it," he ordered against her lips. He squeezed her cheeks, trying to get her to part her lips, but she wouldn't budge.

"I want you to kiss me," he demanded.

Martha shook her head. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She closed her eyes and felt a single tear roll down her cheek.

Corey went to speak again but was disrupted by the sound of a phone ringing. He smirked at Martha. "Saved by the bell," he said.

Martha's heart was racing. She could feel herself trembling and her hands were shaking. She felt violated. Martha let out a sigh of relief when Corey pushed away from her. Irene immediately got up from her spot and moved towards Martha gathering her into a hug; comforting the crying girl.

They watched as Corey sauntered towards the kitchen bench and picked up his mobile phone. He looked over at them and smiled.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't your precious lover boy now," he commented. "May as well get the talk out of the way," he said, and lifted the phone to his ear.

"Hello Jack," he said smartly.


Jack held the phone against his ear; waiting patiently and hoping that Corey would answer his phone. Jack was surrounded by his boss and few other work colleagues. Alf and the others were standing a bit further away, trying to listen in aswell.

Jack was about to hang up, because he didn't think Corey was going to answer, but then the familiar voice of the person he hated most could be heard.

"Hello Jack," Corey said smartly.

"Corey," Jack said simply.

"What do you want Jack?" Corey asked.

"So it is you holding Martha and Irene in there then?" Jack wanted to know.

Corey let out a lazy sigh. "Guess so. Took you moron's long enough to figure it out," he started. "Of course, if it wasn't for your stupid girlfriend, I wouldn't have yelled and you idiots would still be out there trying to figure it out," he finished.

"Actually, I had already figured it out before you yelled," Jack stated. "Turns out someone saw you leaving Martha's apartment last night. Spying on us were you?" Jack questioned.

"I wouldn't call it spying. It was more about me finding out if Martha was a dirty little bit….," Corey started but was cut off by Jack.

"Don't you dare call her that," Jack growled at him.

Corey laughed. "Aww, Jack's sticking up for his precious Martha. How sweet," he said sarcastically.

"Is that why you're doing this? Because Martha was seeing me behind your back and you found out?" Jack asked him.

Jack looked around at the people that were listening in. Jack could tell from the looks on their faces that they were shocked about what he had just said about him and Martha seeing each other behind Corey's back. Alf shook his head and was muttering something under his breath; something about young people and their hormones. Jack didn't care what they all thought of him and Martha. It was none of their business anyway.

"I wasn't going to let her make a fool out of me," Corey told Jack.

"What about me? This is my fault too! You can't just blame Martha. Besides, how do you know it was even her fault? I could have seduced her or something," Jack said, trying to take the blame off Martha.

"Do you think I'm stupid? It takes two to tango Jacky. She knew what she was doing," Corey said. "But don't worry. You'll get what's coming to you," he exclaimed.

"Okay then. You can have me in exchange for Martha and Irene," Jack tried to bargain with him. As soon as he said this, McGrath started shaking his head at him. He didn't approve of Jack trying to trade himself in for the safety of the two women. But Jack would do anything to make sure that Martha was safe.

"No, I don't think so," Corey finally said. "Anyway's, I'm not finished with Martha yet," he said in a sleazy voice that Jack did not like.

Jack could feel his temper flaring. He tried to hold it in, but found that he couldn't. "I swear to god, if you even touch her; I'll kill you," he threatened through the phone.

Corey started laughing. "Looks like I'm a dead man then, because I've already touched mate," he tormented. "And I must say that even though her pretty face is a little bloody; she's still beautiful," he finished.

Jack felt his blood run cold. "What have you done to her?" he demanded.

Alf and Ric tried to move towards Jack but were held back by two officers. "What the hell is going on?" Alf yelled. He'd seen the look on Jack's face and he knew something was up.

"Tell the old man to pipe down, will ya," Jack heard Corey say over the top of Alf's yelling.

"What have you done to Martha?" Jack demanded again.

"Don't worry Jack, I'm taking real good care of her," Corey began. "Hold on, I'll put her on and she can tell you herself," he said.

Jack was fuming. Corey had hurt Martha and he couldn't get in there to help her. But he was about to talk to her, so that was better than nothing.

"Jack," he heard Martha say into the phone. Her voice was low and she sounded tired.

"Martha, are you okay?" he asked in a soothing voice.

He then heard Corey's voice in the background. "Go on, tell him what I did to you," Corey urged her.

Martha started sobbing. "He hit me a couple times, and he knocked me out," she told him.

Jack felt like his heart was breaking. She sounded scared, and she was probably in pain because of that bastard. He wanted to cry, but he knew that he needed to stay strong for Martha.

"Jack. Get me out of here. Please," she begged.

"Don't worry; it's all going to be over soon. I promise," he told her.

She started crying again. "Jack, I lo…..," she started to say but was cut off by Corey.

"I don't think so," he snapped and snatched the phone off her.

"Martha? Martha?" Jack yelled.

"She's gone now. I'm back," Corey said smugly.

"Just don't hurt her okay?" Jack said to Corey.

Corey let out an evil laugh. "Like I said, I'm not finished with her yet. She's got a good body under those clothes, and she feels real good too. She may come in handy down the track," he tormented Jack.

"You bastard. Don't you dare touch her," Jack yelled furiously.

"Jack, you really should learn to share. You can't have her all to yourself," Corey said with a sarcastic tone to his voice. "Anyway's, it's been nice talking to you, but I'm bored. So I'm gonna go now," he said.

Jack didn't want him to hang up, but he didn't know how to keep him on the phone. "Wait, what about Irene? Is she okay?" he asked.

"Irene's fine. Good bye Jack," Corey sighed and hung up.