IV – Living hell

FOREWORD: this chapter contains some things which may or may not hurt the sensitivity of readers. You have been warned.

Aberdeen, Scotland.

A week later.

Inside the large bath, engulfed by foamy water, Alexandra Johnson MacLeod lay silently staring at the way the glycerine soap started to dissolve as it drowned. She passed a foamy hand through her neck, liking her own touch. Slowly, it tripped down to her bosom, arching upon the shape of her firm breasts, accompanied with her hiss of pain.

She eyed her left nipple, around which there was a purple circle, a reminder of the living hell Alex had endured since her husband had returned. How can a man change so much in two weeks? Though two weeks was the time it had taken her to meet, bed, and fall in love madly with Connor MacLeod. Add one more week to the calculus, and she was married.

They had met in 1990. Alex had found in Japan the cave of the legendary sorcerer Nakano, and also opened the door of the eternal jail of the evil Kane, who emerged after more than 350 years to the world again. Also, she had found a piece of tartan, belonging to a banished member of the clan MacLeod.

That piece of kilt led her to Connor, who was hiding under the alias Russell Nash. But Kane had also found him. Alex found herself amid the battle of the two immortals on holy ground, the sole place where immortals are safe. Connor's sword was shattered, and he flew back to Scotland to shape a new one.

Alex found herself impelled to give Connor a piece of Nakano's own metals to create a stronger katana. That had been the bridge to join them. A night of lust followed and afterwards, they returned forcibly to New York. Connor had to defeat Kane, and save John...

John. The sweet Moroccan boy that Connor had adopted at the age of 2 and brought up as his own son, and taught English. The boy had been kind to his father's new love and considered her as a mother, the one he never had, a feeling reciprocal by her.

They had been devastated when Connor received a letter from Sweden. An old friend of him had died. He announced he had to leave. Connor spent a month away without sending word to them. One day he returned. Alex remembered seeing him return from the van, so full of love for him as she was. A strange shivering had gripped though.

A couple of months later, he said he was leaving again, this time for New York. He had to meet his cousin – or whatever he were - Duncan, and visit her other daughter, Rachel. He claimed he would return for Christmas. But he hadn't. Not for Christmas, not for New Year. February brought him back.

She smiled acidly, evoking the first moments after he locked the door of their semi-detached house. She was cooking some meat when she felt his firm hands on his buttocks. They kissed deeply and descended to the floor. Her tee shirt was soon off as well as her bra. His lips were hovering all over her. She felt her skirt being pulled up and her underwear ripped off, so unlike him.

Alex felt him love her with lips and tongue, sweetly. She giggled like a baby, but soon it became horrid when she felt an acute pain between her legs and blood, her own blood, slipping down her thigh. She glared in fear at Connor, smiling wickedly, his mouth and teeth stained with red.

Then he had forced her. Awfully, viciously, violently, cuffing her with his hands to silence her. She felt the pain in her mouth and everywhere else. When he was done, he let her mouth go. She let out an inaudible cry to which he replied slapping her. He had pulled her up against the kitchen table, and then made her turn to take possession of his saddle...

She had crawled upstairs painstakingly to the bedroom when he finally let her go and not effortlessly turned on the shower. She felt the water cleansing her slowly, as she dreamt of another place to wash away the pain. She blinked and found him by her, obscenely observing her.

She tried to cover herself as though he had never seen her nude. He grinned cynically as he raised his index and made it move sideways. Then he had stripped and joined her in the shower, where he had shoved his manhood against her rudely, before she had to do things she would repent for good.

John returned from school a few hours later, when Alex was curled up under the blankets, sobbing madly, while Connor was someplace else, his lust finally having been satiated. She had heard John call out to his father, then he had screamed. Several noises that gave place for the unthinkable in Alex's mind followed, and then John's cries was all she could hear, and the only thing she would hear ever since.

And all in one week. She closed her eyes to drift away but she heard that coarseness calling out to her.

"ALEX! JOHN!"

Connor had arrived, surely drunken again, his veins so stuffed with vodka. Several bottles were scattered around the house. She heard John whine after a slap, and it was the last straw. She left the bath, covered herself with a towel and left the room, heading downstairs. She found Connor bare-chested sitting in the sofa, with John lying on the floor, swollen eyes shedding tears, imploring to the man he still saw as his father.

"Hey!" she called out. Connor turned, eyeing her up and down, a lustful grin on his mouth.

"Hello pretty..." he greeted her acidly.

She let the towel fall and her glorious naked body was before him. She caught a glimpse of John's shocked face but she didn't care. She lay resolvedly against the stairs and opened her legs fully, revealing the extent of her sex to him.

"You mother fucker son of a bitch, come for it!" she defied, imploring to the Lord for self-control. She noticed the kid was backing away unstopped. That was good. Then he felt his rude hands seizing her, and soon his manhood was thrusting ruthlessly inside her. She gasped in pain, as his hands clenched around her neck harder and harder, choking her. As she blacked out, she knew he wouldn't stop, not even when he was done. And she was glad that her living hell would soon come to an end...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I set the events of "Highlander III" when "Highlander II" was shot. Connor's trips were, as mentioned, to justify his presence in Duncan's shop in the episode "The Gathering" and in the "Endgame" flashback when Rachel dies. And I NEITHER APPROVE NOR DO I CONDONE ANY OF THE THINGS DONE BY THE CHARACTER IN THIS CHAPTER.