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SECRETS
Part 9
Following the eerie wails, the two men snuck stealthily from room to room in search of Teyla. They silently and mercilessly took out three more henchmen without alerting anyone to their presence.
John tried to keep his mind focused on their plan of attack, but his thoughts kept wandering to Teyla and to what Ronon had said.
As they swept through another room, John turned to Ronon and cleared his throat. "Listen, Ronon, I just want to say that I—"
"Forget it. There's nothing left to say," Ronon spoke without ever meeting his eyes.
"I just thought you should know, you were right about one thing. I am—"
A piercing scream filled the air and they both froze in recognition of the voice.
It was Teyla's.
The two men rushed out, knives extended, following her voice. They stopped outside a room, hearing movement inside. Slowly, they peered inside.
There she was, feet and hands bound and tied to a bloody gurney, writhing and rustling for freedom. Ezekiel and Claude were standing over her, each with a sinful grin on their face.
Teyla wrestled against Claude's mighty grip but it was a futile effort. He held her down with one hand pressed to her stomach and touched her cheek softly with the other. "Ohhh…..pretty…..," he said deeply as he stroked her skin and leaned down to her, breathing on her face. She cringed at his touch.
"Now, Claude…it's hardly proper for any inappropriate behavior of that sort. Why, we've barely spent any time together! Mind your manners…." Ezekiel spoke solemnly to him. He pulled a long jagged razor from his pocket and held it to her exposed belly, treading it lightly across her flesh.
"My dear, I apologize for Claude's insensitivity. He does not understand these things must be done with a certain... finesse. He doesn't appreciate fine craftsmanship like you and I." He dug deeper with the razor and a small streak of blood appeared across her skin.
She clamped her mouth shut, deciding not to give them the satisfaction of hearing her screams.