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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Mummy, I�m just borrowing them to play with.
Alone - Chapter 3.
Jonathan�s mind was in a whirl he could see that this situation had the potential to get out of hand verycklyckly. He knew that Holden was known as having a filthy and very volatile temper, and he was pretty sure he didn�t want to be on the receiving end of it. Trying once again to be reasonable he said,
"Look Jamie I can see I�ve really upset you and I�m sorry for that, but I�m sure we can come to an�um�an amicable arrangement. We�re both English gentlemen after all and�"
Here Jonathan was interrupted by a burst of laughter from Holden,
"You Carnahan a gentleman, you don�t know the meaning of the word. You�re nothing but a cheat and a thief and you�re finally going to get what you deserve!"
Now despite his growing apprehension Jonathan felt rather aggrieved, true he�d sailed rather close to the wind sometimes, but only ever out of neces and and never with any intentional malice. While keeping a wary eye on Holden�s Egyptian side-kick Jonathan pulled himself into a sitting position and was quite proud at the amount of wounded pride the tone of his voice managed to communicate,
"I say that�s uncalled for you�re not exactly whiter than white yourself James."
Holden leaned forward in his chair his eyes staring into Jonathan�sirkiirking as he replied,
"Ah, but we�re not here to discuss me are we? Oh and since you brought it up I�d rather you didn�t call yourself an English gentleman, everyone knows that you and that sister of yours are only half-breeds. Your father went native didn�t he and got himself some Egyptian whore�"
At those words Jonathan felt a flare of anger burn through him, it was an old taunt one that had gotten him into numerous fights as a boy, one that he�d never let Evy hear knowing she�d have been devastated by it. Forgetting about the huge Egyptian standing only a few feet away Jonathan surged up from the floor,
"How dare you� you take that back or I swear�"
He got no further as he felt two strong arms envelope him from behind completely bringing him to a stand still, and although he fought and kicked back with his feet it was no use he was held fast.
"Tut, tut, tut Carnahan temper, temper. You see there it is that native blood in you making you hot-headed."
Holden said smiling a cold smile that didn�t quite make it to his eyes. He went on ignoring Jonathan�s struggles,
"You know I couldn�t believe my luck when I saw you stumbling half drunk down the street earlier. I was here to carry out a bit of business and there you were, it was like a gift from on high. I just had to follow you until you came to this little place of mine here, I�ah keep it for emergencies, never know when you might need a bolt hole eh." He explained.
Having exhausted himself in his fruitless struggling Jonathan quieted down and listened to Holden. The hope he�d had that he�d be able to talk his way out of this quickly fading, and he found a growing sense of foreboding as he looked at the flushed face of his captor.
Standing up Holden approached Jonathan and only stopped when his face was mere inches from his.
"Do you know what the beauty of this place is hmm�no one asks questions and no one noses into anyone else�s business. So you can make as much noise as you like Carnahan and no one will care, and no one will come to help you."
Puzzled and suddenly very afraid Jonathan winced as his voice faltered when he asked,
"What�what do you mean�what�are you talking about?"
Jonathan flinched backwards unable to move very far because of the solid body directly behind him when Holden reached out one hand and very slowly and gently stroked it down the side of his face, from his brow to his chin. Before he could ask Holden just what he thought he was doing he hissed in pain when Holden�s touch became harsh and bruising. Holden grabbed hold of Jonathan�s chin in a punishing grip, and Jonathan was sure he could actually feel the finger tip bruises that would be sure to be left there already forming on his skin. Holding his face absolutely still Holden leaned in even further until Jonathan could feel his warm breath as it brushed against his lips, and for one insane moment Jonathan actually thought Holden was going to kiss him. Instead he whispered,
"Time to pay the piper now Carnahan. You�ve been a very naughty boy and now you have to be punished�and remember you can make as much noise as you want�you can scream as much as you want and no one will care and no one will come and help you."
Holden suddenly let go of Jonathan�s chin and moved back, and Jonathan was surprised to find that he�d been holding his breath. Taking a deep breath and trying to calm down he could feel his heart wildly thumping in his chest as he asked,
"What are you going to do?"
Holden had moved back to the table and when he turned to face Jonathan he was holding a cane in his right hand. It was probably what he�d used to hit Jonathan with outside when he�d tried to get away,
"I told you, teach you a lesson you�re never going to forget."
Holden barked some commands to his accomplice in Arabic too quickly for Jonathan to follow what was said. However, he got the gist of it when he felt his hands roughly pulled behind his back and quickly tied tightly with some kind of thin rope or cord. Then he was pushed over to the table where Holden was waiting. Smiling Holden said,
"Time to bend over and take your punishment like a man."
Then he tapped his cane against the tabletop making it perfectly clear just what the punishment was going to comprise of. Shaking his head not quite believing that Holden could possible mean it Jonathan said,
"No�no you wouldn�t dare. You can�t be serious�you can�t do this to me."
"Oh I can and I will�and this is just the beginning, I�ve got lots planned for you Carnahan or maybe I should call you Jonathan eh�or Jonny would you like that? You see I�ve been thinking about this�about you for quite a while now, and now that I�ve got you here�well I�m just going to make the most of it."
Before Jonathan could reply, before he could ask Holden what he was talking about, he saw him nod at the man behind him who still had a firm grip on his shoulders and he felt himself pushed forward again. He was stopped by the edge of the table that cut painfully into his stomach at waist level. Jonathan felt a large, powerful hand him him by the scruff of his neck and he felt his head being forced downwards. He tried to resist but the man behind him was far too strong for him and suddenly his head went forward and he felt it smash painfully into the tabletop. Jonathan was stunned for a moment as his head turned to one side, and the hand that remained holding onto the back of his neck was joined by another pinning him down to the table�s surface by pressing down in the middle of his back. He gasped in some ragged breaths as he tried to re-orientate himself, the buzzing in his head subsided and suddenly Jonathan was aware of a body pressed up against him from behind and arms reaching around to his front. Fingers had managed to undo the buttons that fastened his braces onto the front of his trousers and were now fumbling with the fastening at the front of the trousers themselves. He felt the buttons undone and hands, Holden�s hands, pulling at the waistband of his trousers trying to tug them down. Despite being pressed down into the table Jonathan managed to cry out,
"No!"
He desperately kicked back with his feet, but unable to get any real strength behind the kick he knew he hadn�t done much damage when he felt his foot connect with Holden�s leg.
"That�s enough of that." Holden said.
The kick which he then aimed at Jonathan�s left leg sent a spike of excruciating pain shooting up Jonathan�s leg into his hip and left him gasping. As he fought his way through this agony Jonathan felt a huge wave of humiliation rush through him as he felt cold air stir against his bare skin as Holden succeeded in pulling down his trousers and underwear. He felt the clothes pushed down to his ankles and then he felt disgust well up inside him as he felt Holden�s hand come to rest on his naked lower back. It seemed to Jonathan that the heat from Holden�s touch was burning a mark straight into his flesh, and he had to swallow down the acid burn of bile as it rose up into his throat as Holden stroked his finger tips almost possessively down over Jonathan�s buttocks. Jonathan couldn�t keep the growing panic he felt from his voice as he angrily shouted,
"Don�t touch me�get your filthy hands off me!"
Holden�s only response was to laugh at Jonathan�s growing distress. The relief he felt when that disgusting touch left him was short lived when he heard a whoosh of an object moving quickly through the air and then he felt a stinging bite of pain as Holden�s cane connected with his backside. He barely had time to register this first blow before another and another followed it. Jonathan squeezed his eyes tightly shut as he tried unsuccessfully to prevent the bitter sting of tears from escaping from the corners of his eyes. He bit into his lip as he tried to muffle the sounds of his suffering that wanted to escape from his throat. He tasted blood in his mouth as his teeth broke the sensitive skin of his lower lip and he re-doubled his efforts to keep silent, not wanting to give Holden the satisfaction Jonathan was sure he�d feel at hearing him cry out. Jonathan felt himself jump with each blow, with no two blows seeming to come down in the same place. Holden was spreading them out from Jonathan�s lower back, down over his buttocks and even down the backs of his thighs to his knees. Holden seemed to be well practiced at this form of punishment, his blows were hard enough to cause suffering and bruise the skin raising a painful welt but he was restrained enough not to break the skin, and not to give his victim the escape of unconsciousness. After the twelfth blow Jonathan stopped keeping count and found that as much as he tried he was unable to keep his suffering to himself anymore. Each blow so quickly followed the one preceding it that the burning, stinging pain from each blow merged into the one before it and then into the one that followed it. Jonathan�s first yelp of pain seemed to encourage Holden and the beating intensified. Finally Jonathan couldn�t restrain himself anymore and he heard himself scream in agony at a harsh blow from the cane which criss-crossed an earlier strike and caused the welt that had already formed there to double the flare of severe pain he felt. It seemed to Jonathan that once that first scream had left his mouth that he was unable to stop anymore from doing the same, and soon his throat began to burn from the torture it was being made to vocalize. He wasn�t sure how much time had passed; it seemed like an eternity, but finally Holden stopped. Over his own broken sobs Jonathan could hear Holden�s exhausted, ragged breathing as he stepped away from him and admired his handy work.
Jonathan could feel Holden�s eyes raking over his beaten body as surely as if he could see them, and he could feel his body begin to tremble with shock at the suffering he had endured. At an unseen, unheard signal the Egyptian man holding Jonathan down suddenly released him and stepped back. Jonathan had no strength left in him, and he couldn�t prevent his legs from giving out on him as he slid from the table and ended up in a heap on the floor. He could hear his own harsh, hitching breathing as he tried to bring his sobbing under control, but he couldn�t stop him self from whimpering softly when he heard Holden move towards him and say,
"Now that you�ve gotten me warmed up Jonny we can start to have some real fun together."
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