Chapter 6 – Weak And Powerless

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"What are you talking about? You don't have a shield either."

"I have a few more tricks up my sleeve." He slyly smiled.

"What makes you think I won't shoot you first? I don't have to keep you alive now that I know there isn't a bounty." He glared.

"As soon as your arm starts to tense, I'll shoot first. But it will make my plan pointless."

"Plan?" Spike led Faye behind him.

"Yes. All Deviants plan. And just what is it? See, if I shoot you, you can't witness my next show. Therefore, I need you alive." He picked up a piece of rope and threw it to him "Faye, this is your first part in it, bind his hands. Preferably to the dresser in front of the bed."

"No!" Fay gripped onto his shirt.

Richard rubbed his temple "Look, one way or another, I am going to fuck you! Honestly, I'm beginning to think it will be easier to just shoot him and proceed that way. So now."

Faye shook her head.

He pointed the gun at Spike "I said now, bitch!"

"Go ahead, Faye." Spike urged her.

"Spike," she gasped "please…no."

He wrapped his arms around her "Just do it," then he whispered; "I'll figure a way out of this…"

Richard waved his gun "Oh, drop your gun. You already know whats coming so you're not gonna need it anymore."

Spike dropped it.

Faye tied him down to the dresser as instructed "I'm…so s-sorry." She sobbed, "I love you, Spike."

"I love you, too, Faye." he kissed her while trying to turn his heartache back into anger against their assailant.

"Okay, okay, break it up." he motioned for her to come to him.

Richard tied her to the footboard and tore off her robe. "I think after I'm done with you, I'll have you stab Spike to death." He watched Spike's facial expressions as he ran in hands over her naked body, manically smiling.

Faye started to hyperventilate "I… want to… go…h-ome."

Richard removed his clothes, he began running the head of his penis around her vulva "Oh, by the way, since I'm going kill you after this, what I told Victoria earlier about you two… You bounty hunters have been hot on our trail for a while. So we've been picking off your kind for a while now."

Spike gritted his teeth, 'This is all my fault! They set a trap…I fell for it and now Faye's getting-' tears of sorrow threatened to cascade down Spike's face.

"Yeah! That's what I want to see, baby. Tears!" Richard laughed, "Make sure you don't miss this:" he pushed himself into her entrance so forcefully she began to bleed.

Spike attempted to free himself "Wait 'till I get out of this!"

He smiled and walked into the bathroom for a few minutes. When he came back he has rubbing bath salt onto himself. "This is gonna be fun." He forced entrance again, pumping as hard as his body enabled.

Faye lashed out into pained screams, thrashing around, anything she could do to get away.

"Argh!" Spike struggled to free himself, the ropes around his wrists grinding at his flesh. He pulled harder and harder. Suddenly, the dresser gave way; the leg broke clean in two. He slid out of the ropes and pounced on Richard, punching him with all his strength fueled by his hatred for the sadistic man.

Richard kicked around, one ended up shattering the footboard. He was able to grab his knife and slashed at Spike's stomach.

Spike winced for just a moment, but it was long enough for Richard to roll the both of them off the bed; Richard punched and cut wherever he could.

Faye grabbed the gun and shot Richard in the shoulder, and then accidentally dropped it.

Richard fell backwards, curling into a ball.

Spike grabbed the gun from the bed "See, Richard, I told you I would kill you."

"Argh- This isn't how it's supposed to go!" he waved his arms in the air cowardly.

Spike just shook his head and pulled the trigger.

Richard's head and arms fell limply to the floor.

Faye jumped on Spike from behind and just bawled.

He turned around and held her "Shh, its okay."

She suddenly threw a hard right hook, nailing him in the jaw.

"What'd you do that for?!" he rubbed his face.

"What the fuck was that?!" she covered herself with a sheet "Why didn't you just shoot the bastard?!"

"I couldn't! Didn't you see far back he was pulling on the trigger? If I shot him, his gun would've gone off –we'd both be dead right now!"

"So instead, you just let him have his way like he was ordering a-" she flung her hand in the air.

"Jeez, Faye, I-" he turned his head, deeply exhaling.

She glared until she saw a spot of clear liquid hit the floor. She put her hand on his shoulder "Spike?"

"Do you honestly think I wanted you to get hurt?" his voice broke on the last word. He wiped tears from his eyes.

She gulped, not really knowing what to do "Spike…"

"Don't ever tell Jet about this, okay?" with that said, he changed the subject "I didn't know what to do, but I knew I had to buy some time to get us out of it. I thought I could break free quicker. –I'm so sorry, Faye, that was the biggest mistake I've ever made. I-"

She choked up "You were right though -you did what was best. And besides, we're both alive." She held his hands in hers.

"Hey! Hey, Spike!" Jet called on the comm. "Can anyone hear me?"

"How does this thing keep turning on?" she murmured to herself, she cleared her throat. It felt soar, almost like it was on fire. "Hey, Jet. It's done. But we have a problem. The bounty was a set up."

"What?! You mean all that work?! What happened? Where's Spike?"

She looked at him, sly little grin plastered on her face "You're not gonna believe what he's doing right now…"

Spike lunged toward her, trying to grab the communicator. He knew what she was going to say "No, no, no!"