Chapter 15 Sad Farewell (part 2)
"YOU'RE GONNA DIE YOU DIRTY LITTLE RAT!"
Jake ran towards him, the chair raised high above his head, ready to splinter
his skull. Michael reacted on impulse and tried to cover his vulnerable head
with his arms, but the restrains made his efforts fruitless. His stomach turned
into cold stone as he closed his eyes, waiting for the final blow.
"Leave him alone you sick bastard!"
Angelica jumped on Jake's back out of nowhere, draping her shirt under his chin
and pulling the fabric tight around his neck, forcing him the drop the chair.
Jake's face turned blue. He gasped for air as his assaulter used all her
strength to suffocate him, hanging her full bodyweight on the improvised halter.
"Get off me you bitch! Get off me!"
Jake let go of the chair, his hands seizing his neck. He jerked on his halter,
trying to allow himself to breathe. Angelica screamed in his ears and pulled as
hard as she could while kicking him in his groin. This harsh action caused him
to cry out in pain; he clawed with his hands behind his back, trying to pull her
off. His sore hand captured her left shoulder and pulled hard on it, squeezing
the blood out of her skin. Like a cornered animal, mad with fear, she sank her
teeth on his freshly inflicted wound and clenched them together determined never
to let go. Jake went mad with pain and released her shoulder, he tried to
retract his tormented hand, only to tear off more of his own flesh from it's
trap. His vision started to fade as his brain became in shortage of oxygen, fire
was burning in his lungs. Angelica was beyond herself, she kept sinking her
teeth deeper and deeper into his hand, tasting blood and feeling his fragile
handbones splinter under her teeth. She wanted this man dead. All the moral
brakes that had dominated her life since childhood couldn't stop her from
killing him. The hatred that she felt towards him right now was so strong that
it had poisoned her mind. She tightened the halter around his neck and pushed
both her legs in his back, for a moment she looked like an adventurous climber,
defeating a gigantic black mountain of sweating flesh. She noticed that Jake
started to lose the fight, his enormous body swung from left to right as if he
was drunk and his efforts to get her off his back weakened. Please, she prayed
to God, please let him die....
Her strain caught up all her attention as she was startled by a cry coming from
Michael's direction.
"Angelica behind you!"
She let go of Jake's hand and turned her head. Her eyes stared straight into
Fly's sweat worn face, she was just in time to see his hand come down, bashing
her temple with his rubber club. She blacked out, her body turned into milk and
she tumbled to the ground. A crimson rose appeared on the floor as blood gushed
out of her struck temple, staining her golden locks.
"NOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOO! YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR THIS! YOU
HEAR ME?! I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR THIS I SWEAR!"
Fly looked up at Michael, his deep brown eyes challenging his restrained victim,
teasing him sadistically with the power he had over the girl.
"For what are ya going to kill me white boy? You mean for this?!!"
Fly pulled Angelica's head up by her hair. He pulled her white neck close to him
and licked her flesh from the fine structures of her collarbone to her chin. He
bit on her earlobe and wriggled his tongue inside her left ear while his other
hand reached out to her groin.
"The fucking bitch is unconscious ya shitty little fuck! I can do whatever I
want with her right now and she won't even notice!"
"NO! LEAVE HER ALONE! GET YOUR DIRTY STINKING HANDS OFF HER!"
Suddenly there was a massive explosion of bright hellish pain that made him
grasp for air and quiver in his restrains. It ignited from his lower abdomen and
spread it tentacles over his entire body. Trough his half-closed eyes, he could
see Jake standing there in front of him, his massive black hands pushing
something hard and sharp into his stomach. His face revealed that he was angrier
then ever. The impudence of his victims to dare to strike back at him had made
him lose the last remains of his self-control.
"THAT'S FOR YOU, YOU MOTHER FUCKING WHITE ASS PUNK! AND THIS ONE IS FOR THAT
NO GOOD COCK SUCKING BITCH OF YOURS!"
Jake planted himself between his victim's legs and slipped his hands under his
buttocks, grabbing them violently. He forced the sharp end of the broken table
leg into his ass, tearing his sphincter and driving splinters of wood into the
soft flesh of his rectum. Michael felt like his bowels were ripped apart, he
screamed like a madman and lifted his buttocks as if it that would soften the
horrific pain that was roaming inside him. Jake fucked him with the sharp table
leg, he raped his ass till the leg was all covered with blood and shit. He
wrenched the piece of wood inside his bleeding hole, stretching the torn
sphincter even further and fully destroying it. This was far too much for his
victim to endure, in shock he emptied his bowels and a stream of red colored
diarrhea run out his enlarged ass hole, soiling himself and Jake in the process.
"You little piece of shit! Look what you've done! Your shit is all over me!
You're gonna clean this shit you hear me?! You're gonna eat it! Eat it!"
Jake grabbed the bloody and soiled piece of wood and pushed it on Michael's
mouth. Michael clenched his lips and teeth together as he acted on impulse. The
sharp ends of the piece of wood penetrated his lips and tore them open, still
Michael didn't give in. Jake was furious and shouted to Fly for help.
"Break this mother fucker's jaw! Make him suck his meals through a straw!"
Fly drew his club and smashed Michael's face with all his force. Michael
screamed and gurgled as blood flooded into his mouth and throat. A terrifying
creaking noise and a bitter/sour taste that almost made him vomit told him that
something was terribly wrong with his jaw. As Jake forced open his mouth, the
noise of splintering bones that originated from the cavities of his left ear was
enough to make him scream. Nothing on the whole damn world was as worse as
realizing the destruction of your own body, knowing that something is done to it
that might never heal. The table leg entered his mouth and was pushed deep into
his throat. It scraped against his wretched jaw. Then the wooden piece retreated
violently, only to be pushed deeper into his throat the second time it entered.
More brute actions ripped open his gullet and tore the flesh from the back of
his throat, filling his mouth with the sickening taste of blood, dung and wood.
"AND THIS IS FOR MY HAND YOU LITTLE COCK SUCKER! YOU'RE GONNA REALLY SUFFER THIS
TIME!"
Jake clenched his right hand into a fist and pushed it into Michael's bleeding
rectum. He thrust his arm till up to one third inside him, and than started to
claw his hand trough his intestines, scraping his nails over his bowels. This
virulent act caused Michael's mind to go blank and turned him into nothing more
then a screaming wriggling creature, twisting in his restrains like an embryonic
deformation, dangling on it's mother's placenta. His mind could no longer
comprehend the terrors that he was suffering and blocked out all his other
senses except for his ability to experience pain. Pain, so extreme and
horrifying that it devoured his whole being. He couldn't care about Angelica any
more; he wouldn't stand up against Jake for her in a thousand years. Facing this
kind of physical torture, there were no heroes. All he wanted is this pain, this
terrifying pain to end. Then, finally, his mind surrendered to the shock and his
consciousness slipped. The last remains of his senses switched off and he
drifted into the welcome darkness of oblivion.
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Dear reader, if you just want to experience the story through Michael's
perspective, stop reading the part that follows now and continue your reading
where you find the next ****. However, if you want to know what motives and
events lead to the sudden change in the storyline (or what kind of excuse I've
made up to change the scenery a bit from the Blackstone asylum to the
monastery), please keep on reading the next part. It probably won't give you a
hard one (although I never know with you guys) but it surely makes the whole
story more believable (Ahum). Cheers Pan.
"You killed him! You mother fucking killed him man!" Fly eyes were large and
white of fear as his adrenaline intoxicated mind finally came back to reality.
He saw Michael's body hanging weak and lifeless on his restrains, his face pale
and his pupils turned away in the back of his head. Blood dripped down of the
corner of his mouth and nose. Jake's gigantic hand was still inserted in his
ass, the gray mattress where he was lying on was soaked with blood.
Jake blinked his eyes as he dissociated himself from the spell of his anger. He
pulled his hand out of his victim hastily. It was all stained with blood.
Disgusted and somehow poisoned by fear fo the shear notice of having killed a
man, he tried to wipe of the proof of his guilt obsessively over his white
uniform. With a shocked expression on his face, he clumsily got back on his feet
and stared at the motionless body lying in front of him.
"I...I didn't want to kill him.... ...It was an accident...an accident...he
can't be dead..."
"What do mean he's not dead?! Look at him man, he's bleeding everywhere! He is
not breathing! I should have never listened to ya! Now we're gonna rot in jail
for this! They gonna fry us man!"
Jake was losing his nerves, he grabbed Fly by his shoulder and pushed him with
his back against the wall, sweat dripped from his forehead and his dark eyes
pulling white. He rammed Fly heads against the stone bricks as if he tried to
force his words into his stupid little mind.
"Shut the fuck up you imbecile! He's not dead! I didn't kill him, you hear me?!
I didn't kill him so just shut the fuck up!"
He stared Fly straight into his face, the little wimp started to cry while
breathing heavily through his mouth. The hysteria that was coiling and turning
inside him like a treacherous snake made it impossible for him to keep his mind
silent. As soon as Jake weakened his grip on his shoulders, his nerves broke and
he started to shout like a rambling madman.
"We're gonna die for this Jake! They're gonna put us on the fucking chair! You
killed him! You mother fucking killed him!"
Just as Jake's own hysteric venom started to poison his thoughts and he reached
out to silence his worthless accomplice, the sound of footsteps on the wooden
stairs startled the two men. As they hastily hid themselves in the dark corners
of the cellar, their heart bumping in their chest and their flee instinct on
sharp, the stranger descending the stairs called out Fly's name, her voice
sounding strangely familiar.
"Fly?! Jake?! I know that you two are here! Stop hiding and show yourself! You
don't have to hide from me, I know what you are up to, I know all about Michael.
I 'm not going to tell anyone about it. I'm here to help."
Fly recognized Belinda's voice instantly, she had been unintentionally informed
since Jake had questioned her after he had found out about the missing tape and
their secret rendezvous in the nurse headquarter. Jake had first suspected that
Belinda had stolen the tape and he had confronted her with it when she was alone
on duty. She had told him to fuck off and had denied everything. Jake in his
anger showed her literally all the four corners of the room before Belinda made
a smart move and suggested to him that maybe Angelica was the thief, since she
and Michael were so close. Angelica knew about their planned ambush to catch
Angelica who would certainly try to free Michael out of the cellar. Fly just
didn't understand what she was doing here. Were the bruises on her arms and
shoulders not enough to warn her for what Jake was capable of? What was she
thinking to enter this cave of lions late at night, as she knew that they were
there to conduct their illegal activities? Didn't she know how dangerous it was?
Fly was concerned about how Jake would react, knowing that he had probably also
recognized her voice by now. The situation as it is was already bad enough, he
certainly didn't need nosey Parkers to complicate things even more. Jake
observed the girl's dark frame as she started to orientate herself in the
darkness. With little high-heeled steps, she walked in the direction of the
barred window. It would just be a matter of time before she discovered
Angelica's unconscious body and Michael's dead corpse. From the corners of his
eyes, Fly saw how Jake walked away silently while hiding himself behind the the
crates and boxes, he was trying to get behind her to catch her by surprise.
"Where are you two?! It's me Belinda! I told you that I was here to help! Just
show yourself, stop hiding you big cowards!"
She took a big step forward as she almost slipped. Looking down she noticed a
dark pool of liquid, almost indistinguishable from the coal stained floor beside
of it's glistering reflection of the window. Curiously, she ran her finger along
the back of her shoe, capturing some drops of it and rubbing it between her
fingers. The liquid that had spoiled her shoes was sticky and viscous, it had
that familiar sickening sweet smell.... It was blood. She gazed into the
darkness, something was terribly wrong, better to get out of this place as soon
as possible. She wanted to turn around and walk back to the stairs as she almost
stumbled and fell over Michael's naked body. As she forced her eyes to adopt to
the darkness, she crouched beside him and reached out to his shoulders with a
trembling hand. "Michael? Michael?! Can you hear me?" She toughed his skin and
was shocked since it felt cold as ice. "Oh my God..." She muttered and quickly
retreated her hand. Maybe he's not dead she comforted herself. Maybe he's just
unconscious. Check his pulse and check his heart. Hesitatingly, she grabbed his
wrists and gently pressed her fingers upon the veins. Nothing it seemed. She lay
her head on his chest and tried to listen to his heart. First, she heard
nothing, and her stomach turned into a cold knot. "No, no, no, this can't be
true..." She muttered softly and held in her breath in order to catch any weak
sign of life.
"Please...Please Michael breathe, don't die on me..."
Then, her ear picked up a weak heartbeat, almost inaudible even in this absolute
silence but it was enough to reassure her that he was still alive. She sighed in
relief, At least she didn't had to deal with a dead corpse now in these spooky
surroundings. But her heart wasn't back at it normal pace yet when a strong arm
grabbed her from behind and dragged her by her waist away from him. Belinda
screamed in fear, but a gigantic hand that was pressed against her lips silenced
her cries. Jake pulled her towards him and pressed her body against his blood
stained uniform. He looked her tensely into her frightened eyes and hushed her
to be silent. Belinda nodded hesitatingly, her brave facade no longer there and
replaced by a face showing utter terror.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Did you come to blow the whistle on use, you
nosey bitch?! Hey? Is that what you're here for?"
Belinda shook her head violently. Suddenly it occurred to her that whatever
those two sick fuckers had done to Michael, they would be surely capable of
doing to her. She was in serious trouble. Maniacally she tried to speak in order
to convince him that he had nothing to fear from her. She wanted to plead for
herself, to put herself in safety. But his hand prohibited her to utter as much
as a word.
"Hmmpfffff, Hmmmmpffff..."
Her large eyes flashed from Michael to Jake and back again, hoping that he would
understand her gesture. Jake tightened his grip around her waist. He hissed in
her ears more out of desperation than out of anger.
"I know that he's dead, but it was an fucking accident! An accident you hear
me!?"
He pushed his arm against her delicate neck, almost suffocating her in the
process, Belinda resisted with all the strength she had in her, she realized
that Jake was in some kind of shock and that he was capable to act very
irrationally at this moment. As far as she knew he could strangle her just to
ease the panic that overcame him. She managed to push his hand covering her
mouth away, for a few moments she had the change to save herself from a sure
death and with that knowledge racing through her mind, she shouted from the top
of her lungs.
"HE'S NOT DEAD! HE HAD A PULSE! LET ME GO AND I'LL SHOW YOU! HE'S NOT DEAD!"
Jake was amazed by her remark. He retracted his hands, allowing her to pull
herself away from him.
"What did you say?!" Jake still couldn't believe what she had told him, he was
so convinced by his hysteric mind that he had killed the guy. Confused he looked
at Belinda's pale face, maybe the bitch was just lying to safe herself.
"I said that he's still alive!" She crawled over to Michael's unconscious body
and bend over his chest. "I heard his heart beating, you didn't kill him Jake!
You didn't!"
Jake rushed over to his victim while pushing Belinda aside. He lowered his head
and placed his ear against Michael's chest, as he held in his breath just like
Belinda did before and picked up the weak beating of his heart, an icy grin
appeared on his face. He turned around and yelled to Fly who was still hiding
himself in the darkness.
"Hey Fly! The motherfucker is not dead! Thank God! He's not dead, we didn't kill
him!"
Fly appeared out of his hiding place, his eyes wide and with the same icy grin
on his face. He was so God damned relieved!
Belinda studied the two men's reaction while her mind worked maniacally to find
a way to get her out of this mess. Although Jake was not in killer mode any
longer, he could still hurt her badly if she made the wrong move. Why did she
have to get herself in this mess anyway? She knew about the dangers, why did she
have to go in on her client's offer and risk her life for a couple of measly
bucks? Silently she cursed her greed and her curiosity. But maybe this could all
still end well for her. She noticed how the first joy of relief that Jake
experienced started to ebb away and was replaced by desperation and doubt. If
she was able to influence him, right now when he's at his most vulnerable, she
might have a change to get what she wanted. Hesitatingly she spoke to him in her
most innocent and concerned voice, hiding her true intentions from him as good
as possible.
"What are you going to do with him Jake? He's severely injured and should be
tended immediately, otherwise we might still lose him. We have to bring him
upstairs so that he can receive medical care."
Jake's face pulled white as he heard this.
"No! We can't bring him to the clinic! If somebody sees him like this.... We
have to take care of him down here in the cellar, just like the last time he was
messed up."
"Jake! I don't know what you did to him last time, but his injuries right now
are way too serious to keep him here. He had lost a lot of blood and he might
have internal bleedings. Keeping him here in this damp and dirty cellar will
certainly cost him his life."
"I don't want anybody to see him like this, comprende?!! If they find out about
this it will cost us our jobs, or worse, we can get arrested for this and I
don't wanna spend the rest of my life in jail."
"Then you should have thought about this before you did all this to him."
Jake clenched his fist, her remark was of extremely bad timing.
"I thought that you were here to help! If you have nothing good to say, just
shut your fucking mouth will you? Or do I have to mess you up as well you boney
bitch?"
Belinda had to swallow her fear, determined as she was to manipulate this
brainless brute to conduct her lucrative plan. Her voice was covered in honey
and sounded sincere as she replied to him.
"Look Jake, I don't mean to condemn your actions, surely this was an accident.
But if you don't want to have to hide a dead corpse you really should consider
an alternative...I know a place where we can bring him to recover. It's outside
the asylum and nobody has to know about what happened here tonight, I swear."
Jake looked at her with a confused expression on his face. What the hell was
this girl talking about? Taking the little shit outside to asylum to recover? To
him, it sounded too ridiculous to even further consider.
Fly however was captivated by the idea. Frankly, right now, he would have
thought that flushing Michael trough the toilet would be a good idea. "What is
your plan Belinda?" He asked, while his eyes worshipped her as his savior.
Belinda was content with the response she was getting from Fly, but then again,
Fly never had been a problem for her.
"Listen, we can use one of the cages used for transporting security dogs to
bring him outside unnoticed. There we can load him into car and drive away from
the asylum. There's a monastery between Blackstone and Highfield, which lies
remote in the woods far away from the road. If we dump him there in the forest,
the monks will surely find him and take care of him. This way, you two will come
off clean since they won't know who have dropped him off in the first place and
Michael will get the good care that his health demands right now."
"What about Stanfield, won't he notice when one of his patients disappears
mysteriously? And won't our little worm here talk about what happened to him as
soon as he recovers? Have you thought about that?" Said Jake mockingly, although
she could sense from the way he looked into her eyes that his attitude towards
her had changed, he was considering her plan, processing it trough hat feeble
mind of his. With her boosted confidence she continued to explain to them.
"Dr Stanfield will be away for about three months coming next Monday. He has
gained a grant from the Freud-foundation and had choosing to spend the money
abroad to participate in a patient's study of a new drug for treating
schizophrenia in a clinic in England. As long as he's gone, Dr Monroe will be in
charge, and you know what kind of detest he has against visiting the wards.
Michael won't be missed at all. And as for your fear that Michael himself will
expose your crimes..."
Belinda turned around and stared at Michael's wretched face, then she returned
her gaze to Jake, her icy brown eyes piercing trough his soul mercilessly.
"I don't think you have to worry about that for a while. Even if he recovers, he
will be having complications that will effect him deeply. He won't even ever be
able regain his ability to speak."
A short silence fell between them as she waited for Jake to reply.
"I...I didn't mean to hurt him like this, I just wanted to teach him a lesson,
that's all...But he got me so mad...I almost killed him."
To her astonishment, a trace of what seemed remorse appeared upon Jake's
otherwise relentless face. Could it be that this brute has indeed a conscience
hidden somewhere in his sadistic little heart? She didn't doubt it. And this
display of genuine virtue caused her own to stir, since her own reasons to get
Michael out of here were far from benign. Still, she brushed the guilt she felt
aside and continued to burden her soul with her actions.
"I know you didn't meant to hurt him Jake. It's your temperament. Your blood
boils quickly. It's just the way you are. I promise you that when you approve
with my plan that nobody has to know about this. Michael can slowly recover
under the good care of the monks in the monastery. As soon as his condition is
stabilized, we can bring him back to asylum before Dr Stanfield returns. It will
be the best solution for everybody. Trust me."
Jake was breaking up, his tired mind wanted nothing to do with this nightmare
any longer and without further consideration, he approved to carry out Belinda's
plan. He ordered Fly to wheel the transfer cage close to the door of the coal
cellar. While they waited silently for Fly to return, a sound coming from the
direction of the bookcases disturbed his trance. Suddenly, it struck him that he
had all forgotten about his second victim, who was supposed to be knocked
unconscious. He rushed over to the spot where he had heard the stirring, and
found Angelica crawling over the floor, still half in the grip of
unconsciousness, but recovering quickly.
"SHIT!"
Belinda rushed over to see what 's going on, as she saw Angelica, she herself
had to suppress a curse that almost slipped over her lips.
"What is she doing her?"
"Never mind how she got here, what can I do to get rid of her?" Hissed Jake as
he went to gather some ropes. As he started to tie her up, Angelica's fogged
mind cleared and she shouted for help, Jake slapped her face to shut her up but
she just couldn't be silenced, she was hysterical.
"What have you done to Michael? Tell me! Where is he?!! What have you done to
him?!"
"Shut up you motherfucking bitch or I've to kill you, you get that? Shut the
fuck up!"
But she kept yelling and screaming, even when Jake pushed a piece of cloth in
her mouth Desperate and out of idea's, he draw his fist to hit her again, but
Belinda suddenly grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back. Although it was more
a gesture then a serious attempt to stop him, Jake voluntary withdrew his hand
and let it rest aside his body. He was obviously tired of using his fists to
solve his problems, and gratefully followed Belinda's orders.
"Let me talk to her Jake, I know how to get her more co-operative."
Jake nodded silently, her confidence and her calmness demanded his respect and
made him trust her. He walked away from the two women leaving them alone for a
moment.
Belinda waited till Jake was out of earshot, she looked Angelica in her
frightened eyes and touched her bare shoulders compassionately. Angelica whined
and begged her with her eyes to free her. But instead, Belinda replied with a
faked warm smile.
"Thought you might need some convincing before we can set you free Angelica. I
don't know how you got yourself into this mess, and frankly I don't care, I'm
here for Michael."
With this Belinda had captured Angelica's attention and she tilted her head
slightly as if she wanted to let her know that she was interested in what she
had to tell her. She hoped that Belinda was here to help Michael, she didn't
care about herself, as soon as she knew that Michael was safe, she would finally
find peace in that restless heart of hers.
"I knew you will be interested in what I have to say, although I'm probably
gonna disappoint you. I am NOT here to free him. Au contrary, I want to sell him
to a good client of mine to serve her as a slave."
Angelica's eyes pulled white, the anxiety that crossed her face was enough to
make Belinda clear what she was shouting to her trough her cloth. She smiled her
sensual sadistic little smile and grabbed Angelica's chin between her long
slender fingers.
"Don't you like the idea Angelica? Your lover serving another woman's cunt, far
away from the asylum. Where he can practice his deranged sexual perversities as
a sex slave without to be subdued to any therapy or restrains? It would be like
setting a caged bird of pray free in the field that is roaming with rodents."
If looks could kill, Belinda would certainly not survive Angelica's furiously
piercing eyes. Her head flushed red with anger. Belinda laughed out loud while
throwing her hair back over her shoulders with one elegant movement. She enjoyed
her cruel little game, especially since her victim was Angelica. She had never
liked her. To her, she was the prototype of an always nice-middle class snobbish
bitch, raised in an all white suburb with cuddly Disney family movies and home
made apple pies while playing tennis, riding on her own horse and drinking
mineral water with French names. She probably didn't get her first shag till she
was 25 and her strong almost religious moral believes made her want to puke. She
resented her, detested her and was also jealous of the attention she got from
Michael and Dane. They both seemed to be really in love with her, and love was
something that Belinda was never able to get from her men, who were only driven
to her by lust. But tonight she was going to get her own little revenge. She
will make sure that this frigid bitch will remember and suffer each word she
said.
"Oh, of course you don't like it, I forgot all about your strong moral believes.
I'm sorry to burst your bubble Angelica, but I think we have to face the facts
here. Michael seemed to have some pervert tendency to enjoy physical torture and
humiliation. You did see the tapes right? So what would be wrong to offer his
body to men and women who will pay good money for his service? Can't you picture
how happy he would be, having his asshole ravished by one man after another,
while he's sucking off their dicks? Can't you imagine him, lying stripped and
bare naked, chained to a bed, his only task pleasuring cunt after cunt with his
face buried in a thick bush of pubic hear, licking each of his mistresses to a
climax? Or are you just to frigid to have any sexual fantasies?"
Angelica screamed trough her cloth. Right now, she would be able to kill this
wicked woman. Her eyes shot daggers at her and adrenaline rushed trough her
veins. She hated her, she hated her for everything she was going to put Michael
trough.
"Guess you really have a lack of imagination. No wonder I always feel sterile
when you're around. But listen to me, listen to me and stop whining if you
really do care about him. If you don't care if he lives or dies you can keep on
screaming like that."
Angelica became silent, a deeply concerned expression crossed her face and her
delicate brows were drawn together in a frown. She didn't want to give Belinda
any excuse of hurting her lover.
"Good girl, now let me explain the situation to you. Michael is severely injured
and should be given medical care immediately..."
She paused to observe in delight the panic response in her victim, she enjoyed
every minute of it! Maybe she could just say a little more to add to the sweet
flavor of her triumph.
"I know that I shouldn't do this while you in such a fragile state. But I'm
curious. Tell me, is it your fault that the poor man is beaten near death by
Jake? Are you to blame for all his suffering?"
Angelica's eyes welted with tears, guilt washed over her body and stabbed her
sorrow filled heart. Belinda had hit bulls eye with her remark. To her, it was
all her fault. Why wasn't she more careful? Why was she so stupid to go risk
their lives by trying to rescue him by her own? Now her lover was floating near
the brim of death because of her, how could she ever claim that she loved him if
all she does was pushing his life further into destruction?
"Don't start sobbing on me Angelica. You know how sensitive I am for these
things." Belinda faked a concerned smile and stroke her shoulders gently as if
she tried to reassure her. Angelica was desperate, but not this kind of
desperate that she could not see through her treacherous pretence. She pulled
her shoulder from under her hands and fixed her watery eyes hatefully on her.
She was not that easily fooled.
"Hey, I just wanted to comfort you, that's all. No need to be such a bitch."
Sensing that her little tricks didn't work on Angelica, she changed her tactics.
"Let me be frank with you, the reason why we are having this little chit-chat is
that I want you to promise us to keep this our secret. We will let you go,
you'll pretend that nothing has happened and you keep on doing your job in the
institute. We don't want you to warn the authorities and we certainly don't want
you to call the police. If you co-operate with us, I promise you that we will
take good care of your Michael and bring him back to the asylum safe and sound
within a couple of months. However, if you ever decide to blow the whistle on
us, you'll be sure to receive your lover back in little pieces. I mean, you know
Jake, he's capable of anything with his kind temperament."
Angelica couldn't believe her ears, this woman was blackmailing her with
Michael's life! She wouldn't, no she couldn't give in to that!
"I know that your good morals have convinced you that you have to do the right
thing, which would be in this case calling for help and getting us arrested. But
be honest. Would you be able to live with yourself if your conscience carries
the heavy burden of his death? Be a smart girl Angelica, chose wisely!"
Angelica felt silent while Belinda's words lingered in her mind. She knew that
what she had told her was true. She cared too much for this man to risk his life
for her own principles. She looked up at the vixen, and nodded reluctantly to
make clear to her that she agreed with her proposal. A wicked smile appeared on
Belinda's lips. She had her exactly where she wanted her.
"Good, so we have an agreement then, don't we? Now, I need you to be silent for
me Angelica. We're going to take care of Michael. Then I will convince the
others to let you go. But..."
Belinda crouched beside her victim and stared her straight into her face, her
eyes were as cold as ice.
"If you what so ever stir or make a sound, we will cut off a random part of his
body and show it to you before we feed it to the dogs, do you get that?"
Angelica clenched her lips tightly together, making sure that no sound escaped
out of her mouth and nodded eagerly.
"Clever girl! You know it's not personal. I do like Michael a bit and I would
prefer to get him out of here in one piece. But I have to get some proof of your
goodwill if I ever want to succeed in convincing the other two guys to let you
go. Consider it as an informal safety measure."
****
As Michael woke up, the strange feeling of mobility struck him. His body was
carried by an invisible force trough the darkness while his legs felt numb and
inactive. But it was OK tough, it was fine. He was too weak to care about what
was happening to him, better to let himself slide away into oblivion. But as he
stirred in his semi-conscious state, bright hellish pain flashed trough his
body. He screamed only to feel another sting, this time exploding from the upper
part of his jaw, stabbing in his nerves. Tears welted in his eyes as he tried to
keep himself as motionless as possible, his confused mind yelling to him to lay
still since every movement he made would cause utter agony. So he kept himself
motionless, while he left his mouth hang open, drooling like a dog with rabies.
Where am I? Where are they carrying me to? His troubled mind could not give any
answers. He could only recall the horrifying scene of Angelica, lying on the
cellar floor, her golden locks stained with blood, her body pale and lifeless.
Sorrow and guilt washed over his body. What had happened to her? Was she still
alive? She had risked her life to save him. He could only blame himself for
dragging her into this misery. He closed his eyes in shame as he remembered how
he had stopped caring about her. Just for a moment when Jake was torturing him
mercilessly, he had her banished from his mind and even had wished to put her
trough all the suffering instead of himself. He had betrayed her, and this made
him in his mind nothing better then the animals that were crafting his doom. He
could never look her straight into her face again. There was no change of seeing
her ever again anyway, he thought sadly. They will never let him go. At least
not alive.
Silently, he prayed to God that they'd give him a clean and instant death, a
gunshot at the back of the head or one swift brutal movement that breaks his
neck.
A bright light appeared and blinded him for a moment, As he blinked with his
eyes, he could distinguish the dark frame of rough gauze, showing the outside
world to him in a strange checkered pattern. He glanced trough the little wired
hole; gray doors moved by succeeded by what seemed miles of green walls. He was
carried through a hallway. Eager to find out more, he crawl his pain struck body
closer to hole and clawed his fingers on the wires for support. As he pulled
himself up and brought his face close the wires, a loud banging coming from all
around him startled him. Frightened and at the end of his nerves, Michael let go
of his support and crawled back into a dark corner of his strange prison,
pressing his hands against his ears to block out the threatening noise and
making his presence as small as possible.
"Damn, that mother fucker is awake. I saw his fingers sticking through the
wires. We better hurry up before he make us look suspicious."
Fly nodded eagerly and speeded up his pace while pushing the wooden transfer
cage in front of him. The cage was ideal to get Michael outside without somebody
noticing him. It was all sealed, except for one small breathing hole at the
front. The staff used the cage often to transfer the restless guard dogs from
one part of the asylum to the other. If they could keep Michael silent while
they were wheeling him out, nobody will question the contents of the cage. Of
course for this plan to succeed there shouldn't be human body parts sticking out
of the hole, but slamming on the wooden roof of the cage seemed to have scared
the little wimp and Jake sighed of relief as they reached the backdoor of the
asylum without too much trouble. Fly opened the door and wheeled the cage into
the alley while carefully observing their surroundings. It seemed that the coast
was safe. Swiftly, they opened the wooden lid from Michael's prison and grabbed
him by his arms. Michael first shocked by their sudden assault, whimpered as
they dragged him hastily out of the box and into the trunk of a car. The
carelessness with which they performed their action made him suffer and caused
his rectum to bleed. As they pushed his legs tightly together to fit him into
the trunk, a pitiful animal like howl escaped lips.
"Shut the fuck up you pathetic white trash shit. I don't want to hear any sounds
coming from you, understood?"
Michael nodded silently. His mind raced. They gonna kill me. He thought while a
wave of panic hit him. They gonna drive away from the asylum, find some quiet
place to torture him to death and then they gonna drop his corpse in a river or
bury it in the woods. Suddenly, the prospect of dying was not that attractive to
him anymore. He started to make yelping noises like a frightened dog and begged
with his eyes to his tormentors to spare his life. But Jake was merely irritated
by his behavior and rammed a piece of cloth into his mouth to silence him,
causing him to squirm of pain.
"Told you to shut up you demented slut!"
A second bulk was forced into his asshole to stop him bleeding. Then the trunk
was closed and locked, leaving him in total darkness.
"YOU'RE GONNA DIE YOU DIRTY LITTLE RAT!" Jake ran towards him, the chair raised high above his head, ready to splinter his skull. Michael reacted on impulse and tried to cover his vulnerable head with his arms, but the restrains made his efforts fruitless. His stomach turned into cold stone as he closed his eyes, waiting for the final blow. "Leave him alone you sick bastard!" Angelica jumped on Jake's back out of nowhere, draping her shirt under his chin and pulling the fabric tight around his neck, forcing him the drop the chair. Jake's face turned blue. He gasped for air as his assaulter used all her strength to suffocate him, hanging her full bodyweight on the improvised halter. "Get off me you bitch! Get off me!" Jake let go of the chair, his hands seizing his neck. He jerked on his halter, trying to allow himself to breathe. Angelica screamed in his ears and pulled as hard as she could while kicking him in his groin. This harsh action caused him to cry out in pain; he clawed with his hands behind his back, trying to pull her off. His sore hand captured her left shoulder and pulled hard on it, squeezing the blood out of her skin. Like a cornered animal, mad with fear, she sank her teeth on his freshly inflicted wound and clenched them together determined never to let go. Jake went mad with pain and released her shoulder, he tried to retract his tormented hand, only to tear off more of his own flesh from it's trap. His vision started to fade as his brain became in shortage of oxygen, fire was burning in his lungs. Angelica was beyond herself, she kept sinking her teeth deeper and deeper into his hand, tasting blood and feeling his fragile handbones splinter under her teeth. She wanted this man dead. All the moral brakes that had dominated her life since childhood couldn't stop her from killing him. The hatred that she felt towards him right now was so strong that it had poisoned her mind. She tightened the halter around his neck and pushed both her legs in his back, for a moment she looked like an adventurous climber, defeating a gigantic black mountain of sweating flesh. She noticed that Jake started to lose the fight, his enormous body swung from left to right as if he was drunk and his efforts to get her off his back weakened. Please, she prayed to God, please let him die.... Her strain caught up all her attention as she was startled by a cry coming from Michael's direction. "Angelica behind you!" She let go of Jake's hand and turned her head. Her eyes stared straight into Fly's sweat worn face, she was just in time to see his hand come down, bashing her temple with his rubber club. She blacked out, her body turned into milk and she tumbled to the ground. A crimson rose appeared on the floor as blood gushed out of her struck temple, staining her golden locks. "NOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOO! YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR THIS! YOU HEAR ME?! I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR THIS I SWEAR!" Fly looked up at Michael, his deep brown eyes challenging his restrained victim, teasing him sadistically with the power he had over the girl. "For what are ya going to kill me white boy? You mean for this?!!" Fly pulled Angelica's head up by her hair. He pulled her white neck close to him and licked her flesh from the fine structures of her collarbone to her chin. He bit on her earlobe and wriggled his tongue inside her left ear while his other hand reached out to her groin. "The fucking bitch is unconscious ya shitty little fuck! I can do whatever I want with her right now and she won't even notice!" "NO! LEAVE HER ALONE! GET YOUR DIRTY STINKING HANDS OFF HER!" Suddenly there was a massive explosion of bright hellish pain that made him grasp for air and quiver in his restrains. It ignited from his lower abdomen and spread it tentacles over his entire body. Trough his half-closed eyes, he could see Jake standing there in front of him, his massive black hands pushing something hard and sharp into his stomach. His face revealed that he was angrier then ever. The impudence of his victims to dare to strike back at him had made him lose the last remains of his self-control. "THAT'S FOR YOU, YOU MOTHER FUCKING WHITE ASS PUNK! AND THIS ONE IS FOR THAT NO GOOD COCK SUCKING BITCH OF YOURS!" Jake planted himself between his victim's legs and slipped his hands under his buttocks, grabbing them violently. He forced the sharp end of the broken table leg into his ass, tearing his sphincter and driving splinters of wood into the soft flesh of his rectum. Michael felt like his bowels were ripped apart, he screamed like a madman and lifted his buttocks as if it that would soften the horrific pain that was roaming inside him. Jake fucked him with the sharp table leg, he raped his ass till the leg was all covered with blood and shit. He wrenched the piece of wood inside his bleeding hole, stretching the torn sphincter even further and fully destroying it. This was far too much for his victim to endure, in shock he emptied his bowels and a stream of red colored diarrhea run out his enlarged ass hole, soiling himself and Jake in the process. "You little piece of shit! Look what you've done! Your shit is all over me! You're gonna clean this shit you hear me?! You're gonna eat it! Eat it!" Jake grabbed the bloody and soiled piece of wood and pushed it on Michael's mouth. Michael clenched his lips and teeth together as he acted on impulse. The sharp ends of the piece of wood penetrated his lips and tore them open, still Michael didn't give in. Jake was furious and shouted to Fly for help. "Break this mother fucker's jaw! Make him suck his meals through a straw!" Fly drew his club and smashed Michael's face with all his force. Michael screamed and gurgled as blood flooded into his mouth and throat. A terrifying creaking noise and a bitter/sour taste that almost made him vomit told him that something was terribly wrong with his jaw. As Jake forced open his mouth, the noise of splintering bones that originated from the cavities of his left ear was enough to make him scream. Nothing on the whole damn world was as worse as realizing the destruction of your own body, knowing that something is done to it that might never heal. The table leg entered his mouth and was pushed deep into his throat. It scraped against his wretched jaw. Then the wooden piece retreated violently, only to be pushed deeper into his throat the second time it entered. More brute actions ripped open his gullet and tore the flesh from the back of his throat, filling his mouth with the sickening taste of blood, dung and wood. "AND THIS IS FOR MY HAND YOU LITTLE COCK SUCKER! YOU'RE GONNA REALLY SUFFER THIS TIME!" Jake clenched his right hand into a fist and pushed it into Michael's bleeding rectum. He thrust his arm till up to one third inside him, and than started to claw his hand trough his intestines, scraping his nails over his bowels. This virulent act caused Michael's mind to go blank and turned him into nothing more then a screaming wriggling creature, twisting in his restrains like an embryonic deformation, dangling on it's mother's placenta. His mind could no longer comprehend the terrors that he was suffering and blocked out all his other senses except for his ability to experience pain. Pain, so extreme and horrifying that it devoured his whole being. He couldn't care about Angelica any more; he wouldn't stand up against Jake for her in a thousand years. Facing this kind of physical torture, there were no heroes. All he wanted is this pain, this terrifying pain to end. Then, finally, his mind surrendered to the shock and his consciousness slipped. The last remains of his senses switched off and he drifted into the welcome darkness of oblivion. **** Dear reader, if you just want to experience the story through Michael's perspective, stop reading the part that follows now and continue your reading where you find the next ****. However, if you want to know what motives and events lead to the sudden change in the storyline (or what kind of excuse I've made up to change the scenery a bit from the Blackstone asylum to the monastery), please keep on reading the next part. It probably won't give you a hard one (although I never know with you guys) but it surely makes the whole story more believable (Ahum). Cheers Pan. "You killed him! You mother fucking killed him man!" Fly eyes were large and white of fear as his adrenaline intoxicated mind finally came back to reality. He saw Michael's body hanging weak and lifeless on his restrains, his face pale and his pupils turned away in the back of his head. Blood dripped down of the corner of his mouth and nose. Jake's gigantic hand was still inserted in his ass, the gray mattress where he was lying on was soaked with blood. Jake blinked his eyes as he dissociated himself from the spell of his anger. He pulled his hand out of his victim hastily. It was all stained with blood. Disgusted and somehow poisoned by fear fo the shear notice of having killed a man, he tried to wipe of the proof of his guilt obsessively over his white uniform. With a shocked expression on his face, he clumsily got back on his feet and stared at the motionless body lying in front of him. "I...I didn't want to kill him.... ...It was an accident...an accident...he can't be dead..." "What do mean he's not dead?! Look at him man, he's bleeding everywhere! He is not breathing! I should have never listened to ya! Now we're gonna rot in jail for this! They gonna fry us man!" Jake was losing his nerves, he grabbed Fly by his shoulder and pushed him with his back against the wall, sweat dripped from his forehead and his dark eyes pulling white. He rammed Fly heads against the stone bricks as if he tried to force his words into his stupid little mind. "Shut the fuck up you imbecile! He's not dead! I didn't kill him, you hear me?! I didn't kill him so just shut the fuck up!" He stared Fly straight into his face, the little wimp started to cry while breathing heavily through his mouth. The hysteria that was coiling and turning inside him like a treacherous snake made it impossible for him to keep his mind silent. As soon as Jake weakened his grip on his shoulders, his nerves broke and he started to shout like a rambling madman. "We're gonna die for this Jake! They're gonna put us on the fucking chair! You killed him! You mother fucking killed him!" Just as Jake's own hysteric venom started to poison his thoughts and he reached out to silence his worthless accomplice, the sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs startled the two men. As they hastily hid themselves in the dark corners of the cellar, their heart bumping in their chest and their flee instinct on sharp, the stranger descending the stairs called out Fly's name, her voice sounding strangely familiar. "Fly?! Jake?! I know that you two are here! Stop hiding and show yourself! You don't have to hide from me, I know what you are up to, I know all about Michael. I 'm not going to tell anyone about it. I'm here to help." Fly recognized Belinda's voice instantly, she had been unintentionally informed since Jake had questioned her after he had found out about the missing tape and their secret rendezvous in the nurse headquarter. Jake had first suspected that Belinda had stolen the tape and he had confronted her with it when she was alone on duty. She had told him to fuck off and had denied everything. Jake in his anger showed her literally all the four corners of the room before Belinda made a smart move and suggested to him that maybe Angelica was the thief, since she and Michael were so close. Angelica knew about their planned ambush to catch Angelica who would certainly try to free Michael out of the cellar. Fly just didn't understand what she was doing here. Were the bruises on her arms and shoulders not enough to warn her for what Jake was capable of? What was she thinking to enter this cave of lions late at night, as she knew that they were there to conduct their illegal activities? Didn't she know how dangerous it was? Fly was concerned about how Jake would react, knowing that he had probably also recognized her voice by now. The situation as it is was already bad enough, he certainly didn't need nosey Parkers to complicate things even more. Jake observed the girl's dark frame as she started to orientate herself in the darkness. With little high-heeled steps, she walked in the direction of the barred window. It would just be a matter of time before she discovered Angelica's unconscious body and Michael's dead corpse. From the corners of his eyes, Fly saw how Jake walked away silently while hiding himself behind the the crates and boxes, he was trying to get behind her to catch her by surprise. "Where are you two?! It's me Belinda! I told you that I was here to help! Just show yourself, stop hiding you big cowards!" She took a big step forward as she almost slipped. Looking down she noticed a dark pool of liquid, almost indistinguishable from the coal stained floor beside of it's glistering reflection of the window. Curiously, she ran her finger along the back of her shoe, capturing some drops of it and rubbing it between her fingers. The liquid that had spoiled her shoes was sticky and viscous, it had that familiar sickening sweet smell.... It was blood. She gazed into the darkness, something was terribly wrong, better to get out of this place as soon as possible. She wanted to turn around and walk back to the stairs as she almost stumbled and fell over Michael's naked body. As she forced her eyes to adopt to the darkness, she crouched beside him and reached out to his shoulders with a trembling hand. "Michael? Michael?! Can you hear me?" She toughed his skin and was shocked since it felt cold as ice. "Oh my God..." She muttered and quickly retreated her hand. Maybe he's not dead she comforted herself. Maybe he's just unconscious. Check his pulse and check his heart. Hesitatingly, she grabbed his wrists and gently pressed her fingers upon the veins. Nothing it seemed. She lay her head on his chest and tried to listen to his heart. First, she heard nothing, and her stomach turned into a cold knot. "No, no, no, this can't be true..." She muttered softly and held in her breath in order to catch any weak sign of life. "Please...Please Michael breathe, don't die on me..." Then, her ear picked up a weak heartbeat, almost inaudible even in this absolute silence but it was enough to reassure her that he was still alive. She sighed in relief, At least she didn't had to deal with a dead corpse now in these spooky surroundings. But her heart wasn't back at it normal pace yet when a strong arm grabbed her from behind and dragged her by her waist away from him. Belinda screamed in fear, but a gigantic hand that was pressed against her lips silenced her cries. Jake pulled her towards him and pressed her body against his blood stained uniform. He looked her tensely into her frightened eyes and hushed her to be silent. Belinda nodded hesitatingly, her brave facade no longer there and replaced by a face showing utter terror. "What the fuck are you doing here? Did you come to blow the whistle on use, you nosey bitch?! Hey? Is that what you're here for?" Belinda shook her head violently. Suddenly it occurred to her that whatever those two sick fuckers had done to Michael, they would be surely capable of doing to her. She was in serious trouble. Maniacally she tried to speak in order to convince him that he had nothing to fear from her. She wanted to plead for herself, to put herself in safety. But his hand prohibited her to utter as much as a word. "Hmmpfffff, Hmmmmpffff..." Her large eyes flashed from Michael to Jake and back again, hoping that he would understand her gesture. Jake tightened his grip around her waist. He hissed in her ears more out of desperation than out of anger. "I know that he's dead, but it was an fucking accident! An accident you hear me!?" He pushed his arm against her delicate neck, almost suffocating her in the process, Belinda resisted with all the strength she had in her, she realized that Jake was in some kind of shock and that he was capable to act very irrationally at this moment. As far as she knew he could strangle her just to ease the panic that overcame him. She managed to push his hand covering her mouth away, for a few moments she had the change to save herself from a sure death and with that knowledge racing through her mind, she shouted from the top of her lungs. "HE'S NOT DEAD! HE HAD A PULSE! LET ME GO AND I'LL SHOW YOU! HE'S NOT DEAD!" Jake was amazed by her remark. He retracted his hands, allowing her to pull herself away from him. "What did you say?!" Jake still couldn't believe what she had told him, he was so convinced by his hysteric mind that he had killed the guy. Confused he looked at Belinda's pale face, maybe the bitch was just lying to safe herself. "I said that he's still alive!" She crawled over to Michael's unconscious body and bend over his chest. "I heard his heart beating, you didn't kill him Jake! You didn't!" Jake rushed over to his victim while pushing Belinda aside. He lowered his head and placed his ear against Michael's chest, as he held in his breath just like Belinda did before and picked up the weak beating of his heart, an icy grin appeared on his face. He turned around and yelled to Fly who was still hiding himself in the darkness. "Hey Fly! The motherfucker is not dead! Thank God! He's not dead, we didn't kill him!" Fly appeared out of his hiding place, his eyes wide and with the same icy grin on his face. He was so God damned relieved! Belinda studied the two men's reaction while her mind worked maniacally to find a way to get her out of this mess. Although Jake was not in killer mode any longer, he could still hurt her badly if she made the wrong move. Why did she have to get herself in this mess anyway? She knew about the dangers, why did she have to go in on her client's offer and risk her life for a couple of measly bucks? Silently she cursed her greed and her curiosity. But maybe this could all still end well for her. She noticed how the first joy of relief that Jake experienced started to ebb away and was replaced by desperation and doubt. If she was able to influence him, right now when he's at his most vulnerable, she might have a change to get what she wanted. Hesitatingly she spoke to him in her most innocent and concerned voice, hiding her true intentions from him as good as possible. "What are you going to do with him Jake? He's severely injured and should be tended immediately, otherwise we might still lose him. We have to bring him upstairs so that he can receive medical care." Jake's face pulled white as he heard this. "No! We can't bring him to the clinic! If somebody sees him like this.... We have to take care of him down here in the cellar, just like the last time he was messed up." "Jake! I don't know what you did to him last time, but his injuries right now are way too serious to keep him here. He had lost a lot of blood and he might have internal bleedings. Keeping him here in this damp and dirty cellar will certainly cost him his life." "I don't want anybody to see him like this, comprende?!! If they find out about this it will cost us our jobs, or worse, we can get arrested for this and I don't wanna spend the rest of my life in jail." "Then you should have thought about this before you did all this to him." Jake clenched his fist, her remark was of extremely bad timing. "I thought that you were here to help! If you have nothing good to say, just shut your fucking mouth will you? Or do I have to mess you up as well you boney bitch?" Belinda had to swallow her fear, determined as she was to manipulate this brainless brute to conduct her lucrative plan. Her voice was covered in honey and sounded sincere as she replied to him. "Look Jake, I don't mean to condemn your actions, surely this was an accident. But if you don't want to have to hide a dead corpse you really should consider an alternative...I know a place where we can bring him to recover. It's outside the asylum and nobody has to know about what happened here tonight, I swear." Jake looked at her with a confused expression on his face. What the hell was this girl talking about? Taking the little shit outside to asylum to recover? To him, it sounded too ridiculous to even further consider. Fly however was captivated by the idea. Frankly, right now, he would have thought that flushing Michael trough the toilet would be a good idea. "What is your plan Belinda?" He asked, while his eyes worshipped her as his savior. Belinda was content with the response she was getting from Fly, but then again, Fly never had been a problem for her. "Listen, we can use one of the cages used for transporting security dogs to bring him outside unnoticed. There we can load him into car and drive away from the asylum. There's a monastery between Blackstone and Highfield, which lies remote in the woods far away from the road. If we dump him there in the forest, the monks will surely find him and take care of him. This way, you two will come off clean since they won't know who have dropped him off in the first place and Michael will get the good care that his health demands right now." "What about Stanfield, won't he notice when one of his patients disappears mysteriously? And won't our little worm here talk about what happened to him as soon as he recovers? Have you thought about that?" Said Jake mockingly, although she could sense from the way he looked into her eyes that his attitude towards her had changed, he was considering her plan, processing it trough hat feeble mind of his. With her boosted confidence she continued to explain to them. "Dr Stanfield will be away for about three months coming next Monday. He has gained a grant from the Freud-foundation and had choosing to spend the money abroad to participate in a patient's study of a new drug for treating schizophrenia in a clinic in England. As long as he's gone, Dr Monroe will be in charge, and you know what kind of detest he has against visiting the wards. Michael won't be missed at all. And as for your fear that Michael himself will expose your crimes..." Belinda turned around and stared at Michael's wretched face, then she returned her gaze to Jake, her icy brown eyes piercing trough his soul mercilessly. "I don't think you have to worry about that for a while. Even if he recovers, he will be having complications that will effect him deeply. He won't even ever be able regain his ability to speak." A short silence fell between them as she waited for Jake to reply. "I...I didn't mean to hurt him like this, I just wanted to teach him a lesson, that's all...But he got me so mad...I almost killed him." To her astonishment, a trace of what seemed remorse appeared upon Jake's otherwise relentless face. Could it be that this brute has indeed a conscience hidden somewhere in his sadistic little heart? She didn't doubt it. And this display of genuine virtue caused her own to stir, since her own reasons to get Michael out of here were far from benign. Still, she brushed the guilt she felt aside and continued to burden her soul with her actions. "I know you didn't meant to hurt him Jake. It's your temperament. Your blood boils quickly. It's just the way you are. I promise you that when you approve with my plan that nobody has to know about this. Michael can slowly recover under the good care of the monks in the monastery. As soon as his condition is stabilized, we can bring him back to asylum before Dr Stanfield returns. It will be the best solution for everybody. Trust me." Jake was breaking up, his tired mind wanted nothing to do with this nightmare any longer and without further consideration, he approved to carry out Belinda's plan. He ordered Fly to wheel the transfer cage close to the door of the coal cellar. While they waited silently for Fly to return, a sound coming from the direction of the bookcases disturbed his trance. Suddenly, it struck him that he had all forgotten about his second victim, who was supposed to be knocked unconscious. He rushed over to the spot where he had heard the stirring, and found Angelica crawling over the floor, still half in the grip of unconsciousness, but recovering quickly. "SHIT!" Belinda rushed over to see what 's going on, as she saw Angelica, she herself had to suppress a curse that almost slipped over her lips. "What is she doing her?" "Never mind how she got here, what can I do to get rid of her?" Hissed Jake as he went to gather some ropes. As he started to tie her up, Angelica's fogged mind cleared and she shouted for help, Jake slapped her face to shut her up but she just couldn't be silenced, she was hysterical. "What have you done to Michael? Tell me! Where is he?!! What have you done to him?!" "Shut up you motherfucking bitch or I've to kill you, you get that? Shut the fuck up!" But she kept yelling and screaming, even when Jake pushed a piece of cloth in her mouth Desperate and out of idea's, he draw his fist to hit her again, but Belinda suddenly grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back. Although it was more a gesture then a serious attempt to stop him, Jake voluntary withdrew his hand and let it rest aside his body. He was obviously tired of using his fists to solve his problems, and gratefully followed Belinda's orders. "Let me talk to her Jake, I know how to get her more co-operative." Jake nodded silently, her confidence and her calmness demanded his respect and made him trust her. He walked away from the two women leaving them alone for a moment. Belinda waited till Jake was out of earshot, she looked Angelica in her frightened eyes and touched her bare shoulders compassionately. Angelica whined and begged her with her eyes to free her. But instead, Belinda replied with a faked warm smile. "Thought you might need some convincing before we can set you free Angelica. I don't know how you got yourself into this mess, and frankly I don't care, I'm here for Michael." With this Belinda had captured Angelica's attention and she tilted her head slightly as if she wanted to let her know that she was interested in what she had to tell her. She hoped that Belinda was here to help Michael, she didn't care about herself, as soon as she knew that Michael was safe, she would finally find peace in that restless heart of hers. "I knew you will be interested in what I have to say, although I'm probably gonna disappoint you. I am NOT here to free him. Au contrary, I want to sell him to a good client of mine to serve her as a slave." Angelica's eyes pulled white, the anxiety that crossed her face was enough to make Belinda clear what she was shouting to her trough her cloth. She smiled her sensual sadistic little smile and grabbed Angelica's chin between her long slender fingers. "Don't you like the idea Angelica? Your lover serving another woman's cunt, far away from the asylum. Where he can practice his deranged sexual perversities as a sex slave without to be subdued to any therapy or restrains? It would be like setting a caged bird of pray free in the field that is roaming with rodents." If looks could kill, Belinda would certainly not survive Angelica's furiously piercing eyes. Her head flushed red with anger. Belinda laughed out loud while throwing her hair back over her shoulders with one elegant movement. She enjoyed her cruel little game, especially since her victim was Angelica. She had never liked her. To her, she was the prototype of an always nice-middle class snobbish bitch, raised in an all white suburb with cuddly Disney family movies and home made apple pies while playing tennis, riding on her own horse and drinking mineral water with French names. She probably didn't get her first shag till she was 25 and her strong almost religious moral believes made her want to puke. She resented her, detested her and was also jealous of the attention she got from Michael and Dane. They both seemed to be really in love with her, and love was something that Belinda was never able to get from her men, who were only driven to her by lust. But tonight she was going to get her own little revenge. She will make sure that this frigid bitch will remember and suffer each word she said. "Oh, of course you don't like it, I forgot all about your strong moral believes. I'm sorry to burst your bubble Angelica, but I think we have to face the facts here. Michael seemed to have some pervert tendency to enjoy physical torture and humiliation. You did see the tapes right? So what would be wrong to offer his body to men and women who will pay good money for his service? Can't you picture how happy he would be, having his asshole ravished by one man after another, while he's sucking off their dicks? Can't you imagine him, lying stripped and bare naked, chained to a bed, his only task pleasuring cunt after cunt with his face buried in a thick bush of pubic hear, licking each of his mistresses to a climax? Or are you just to frigid to have any sexual fantasies?" Angelica screamed trough her cloth. Right now, she would be able to kill this wicked woman. Her eyes shot daggers at her and adrenaline rushed trough her veins. She hated her, she hated her for everything she was going to put Michael trough. "Guess you really have a lack of imagination. No wonder I always feel sterile when you're around. But listen to me, listen to me and stop whining if you really do care about him. If you don't care if he lives or dies you can keep on screaming like that." Angelica became silent, a deeply concerned expression crossed her face and her delicate brows were drawn together in a frown. She didn't want to give Belinda any excuse of hurting her lover. "Good girl, now let me explain the situation to you. Michael is severely injured and should be given medical care immediately..." She paused to observe in delight the panic response in her victim, she enjoyed every minute of it! Maybe she could just say a little more to add to the sweet flavor of her triumph. "I know that I shouldn't do this while you in such a fragile state. But I'm curious. Tell me, is it your fault that the poor man is beaten near death by Jake? Are you to blame for all his suffering?" Angelica's eyes welted with tears, guilt washed over her body and stabbed her sorrow filled heart. Belinda had hit bulls eye with her remark. To her, it was all her fault. Why wasn't she more careful? Why was she so stupid to go risk their lives by trying to rescue him by her own? Now her lover was floating near the brim of death because of her, how could she ever claim that she loved him if all she does was pushing his life further into destruction? "Don't start sobbing on me Angelica. You know how sensitive I am for these things." Belinda faked a concerned smile and stroke her shoulders gently as if she tried to reassure her. Angelica was desperate, but not this kind of desperate that she could not see through her treacherous pretence. She pulled her shoulder from under her hands and fixed her watery eyes hatefully on her. She was not that easily fooled. "Hey, I just wanted to comfort you, that's all. No need to be such a bitch." Sensing that her little tricks didn't work on Angelica, she changed her tactics. "Let me be frank with you, the reason why we are having this little chit-chat is that I want you to promise us to keep this our secret. We will let you go, you'll pretend that nothing has happened and you keep on doing your job in the institute. We don't want you to warn the authorities and we certainly don't want you to call the police. If you co-operate with us, I promise you that we will take good care of your Michael and bring him back to the asylum safe and sound within a couple of months. However, if you ever decide to blow the whistle on us, you'll be sure to receive your lover back in little pieces. I mean, you know Jake, he's capable of anything with his kind temperament." Angelica couldn't believe her ears, this woman was blackmailing her with Michael's life! She wouldn't, no she couldn't give in to that! "I know that your good morals have convinced you that you have to do the right thing, which would be in this case calling for help and getting us arrested. But be honest. Would you be able to live with yourself if your conscience carries the heavy burden of his death? Be a smart girl Angelica, chose wisely!" Angelica felt silent while Belinda's words lingered in her mind. She knew that what she had told her was true. She cared too much for this man to risk his life for her own principles. She looked up at the vixen, and nodded reluctantly to make clear to her that she agreed with her proposal. A wicked smile appeared on Belinda's lips. She had her exactly where she wanted her. "Good, so we have an agreement then, don't we? Now, I need you to be silent for me Angelica. We're going to take care of Michael. Then I will convince the others to let you go. But..." Belinda crouched beside her victim and stared her straight into her face, her eyes were as cold as ice. "If you what so ever stir or make a sound, we will cut off a random part of his body and show it to you before we feed it to the dogs, do you get that?" Angelica clenched her lips tightly together, making sure that no sound escaped out of her mouth and nodded eagerly. "Clever girl! You know it's not personal. I do like Michael a bit and I would prefer to get him out of here in one piece. But I have to get some proof of your goodwill if I ever want to succeed in convincing the other two guys to let you go. Consider it as an informal safety measure." **** As Michael woke up, the strange feeling of mobility struck him. His body was carried by an invisible force trough the darkness while his legs felt numb and inactive. But it was OK tough, it was fine. He was too weak to care about what was happening to him, better to let himself slide away into oblivion. But as he stirred in his semi-conscious state, bright hellish pain flashed trough his body. He screamed only to feel another sting, this time exploding from the upper part of his jaw, stabbing in his nerves. Tears welted in his eyes as he tried to keep himself as motionless as possible, his confused mind yelling to him to lay still since every movement he made would cause utter agony. So he kept himself motionless, while he left his mouth hang open, drooling like a dog with rabies. Where am I? Where are they carrying me to? His troubled mind could not give any answers. He could only recall the horrifying scene of Angelica, lying on the cellar floor, her golden locks stained with blood, her body pale and lifeless. Sorrow and guilt washed over his body. What had happened to her? Was she still alive? She had risked her life to save him. He could only blame himself for dragging her into this misery. He closed his eyes in shame as he remembered how he had stopped caring about her. Just for a moment when Jake was torturing him mercilessly, he had her banished from his mind and even had wished to put her trough all the suffering instead of himself. He had betrayed her, and this made him in his mind nothing better then the animals that were crafting his doom. He could never look her straight into her face again. There was no change of seeing her ever again anyway, he thought sadly. They will never let him go. At least not alive. Silently, he prayed to God that they'd give him a clean and instant death, a gunshot at the back of the head or one swift brutal movement that breaks his neck. A bright light appeared and blinded him for a moment, As he blinked with his eyes, he could distinguish the dark frame of rough gauze, showing the outside world to him in a strange checkered pattern. He glanced trough the little wired hole; gray doors moved by succeeded by what seemed miles of green walls. He was carried through a hallway. Eager to find out more, he crawl his pain struck body closer to hole and clawed his fingers on the wires for support. As he pulled himself up and brought his face close the wires, a loud banging coming from all around him startled him. Frightened and at the end of his nerves, Michael let go of his support and crawled back into a dark corner of his strange prison, pressing his hands against his ears to block out the threatening noise and making his presence as small as possible. "Damn, that mother fucker is awake. I saw his fingers sticking through the wires. We better hurry up before he make us look suspicious." Fly nodded eagerly and speeded up his pace while pushing the wooden transfer cage in front of him. The cage was ideal to get Michael outside without somebody noticing him. It was all sealed, except for one small breathing hole at the front. The staff used the cage often to transfer the restless guard dogs from one part of the asylum to the other. If they could keep Michael silent while they were wheeling him out, nobody will question the contents of the cage. Of course for this plan to succeed there shouldn't be human body parts sticking out of the hole, but slamming on the wooden roof of the cage seemed to have scared the little wimp and Jake sighed of relief as they reached the backdoor of the asylum without too much trouble. Fly opened the door and wheeled the cage into the alley while carefully observing their surroundings. It seemed that the coast was safe. Swiftly, they opened the wooden lid from Michael's prison and grabbed him by his arms. Michael first shocked by their sudden assault, whimpered as they dragged him hastily out of the box and into the trunk of a car. The carelessness with which they performed their action made him suffer and caused his rectum to bleed. As they pushed his legs tightly together to fit him into the trunk, a pitiful animal like howl escaped lips. "Shut the fuck up you pathetic white trash shit. I don't want to hear any sounds coming from you, understood?" Michael nodded silently. His mind raced. They gonna kill me. He thought while a wave of panic hit him. They gonna drive away from the asylum, find some quiet place to torture him to death and then they gonna drop his corpse in a river or bury it in the woods. Suddenly, the prospect of dying was not that attractive to him anymore. He started to make yelping noises like a frightened dog and begged with his eyes to his tormentors to spare his life. But Jake was merely irritated by his behavior and rammed a piece of cloth into his mouth to silence him, causing him to squirm of pain. "Told you to shut up you demented slut!" A second bulk was forced into his asshole to stop him bleeding. Then the trunk was closed and locked, leaving him in total darkness.
