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Sands was fuming as he raced
toward�well, he didn�t know where he was racing toward exactly, but it seemed
to be in the east at least. He couldn�t fucking
believe it. He had gotten the basics of what Rivers had said to her after a lot
of promises and assurances that he didn�t necessarily know he could keep. It
wasn�t fucking fair. If he hadn�t given her the fucking phone before they had
left�no, this wasn�t his fault. This was that whoreson of a CIA agent�s fault.
He slammed his hands on the steering wheel and stopped the car, miraculously
not waking the two sleeping women held within or Jeffrey. He had to fucking do something about this.
�What? Why are we fucking stopping?� Jeffrey murmured, coming
awake.
�I�m going to give that son of a
bitch a piece of my mind,� Sands growled, driving to the nearest gas station
and pulling over in front of the pay phones. He got out, closed the door behind
him, and dialed the bastard�s number.
�Chefs in acrasia, we book �em, we cook �em, Chef Brisbane
speaking. What�no, give me the phone��
�Rivers,� Roland grunted, sounding
irritated that he�d had to reclaim his phone.
Sands was
far from amused. �You bastard,� he hissed.
�Ah, Sands, what a pleasure to
speak to you again,� Roland murmured, sounding as if it were anything but.
�You had no fucking right to talk to my wife like that. This is between us,�
Sands growled.
Roland snorted. �You�ve told me
that you�re going to kill my family. What the fuck do you mean this is between
us? This was never just between us.�
�Make no mistake, I am going to kill your family,� Sands
said coldly. �And then I�m going to take a fucking blowtorch to your balls you prickless asshole.�
�Such language,� Jeffrey admonished
wryly.
�Shut up, Jeffrey. This isn�t any
of your fucking business. Just leave.�
�Fuck you,
this cocksucker forced us to leave our fucking home. Again. Of course it is my fucking
business. But I�ll be magnanimous for a change. I�ll let you kill his wife and family
if you let me kill him with vixen.�
�No deal. He�s mine,� Sands hissed.
�We�ll see,� Jeffrey murmured.
�Oh please, don�t tell me you�re
going to start this bullshit again. Give it up! I�m not buying it! You�re not
going to kill me or any of my family. Do you fucking hear that? I�m not worried
because I know I�m going to get you.
You�re running like a scared rabbit now. How does it feel? How does it feel to
know that we�re locked onto your fucking scent and not losing you.�
�A hunting
metaphor. How droll,� Jeffrey murmured dryly. �Who does this prick think
he is? He�s not going to catch us. He never was. Just hang up the phone, Sands.
He�s not worth our fucking time. You�ll talk to him again when we kill him. Alright?�
�See you soon,� Sands growled, and
hung up the phone.
***
Salida was the one to wake first.
Looking around, she realized that the sun had risen some time ago; they must
have driven through the night.
"Where are we?" she
croaked, rubbing at her eyes and half-heartedly trying to smooth her hair down.
�I don�t know, Georgia?� Jeffrey
murmured with a yawn. He didn�t dare look at himself in the mirror because then
he would see how tired he looked and begin to feel tired himself. Wait, fuck,
it was too late. �I need to stop. Somewhere. I�m fucking
tired,� he muttered.
"Then pull over at the next
place we come to. There's no point in you driving us into a tree because you
fell asleep. Where are we going?"
�DC,� he murmured.
"Why?" Salida
yawned. She was still half-asleep and
unable to produce the answer herself.
�Rivers,� Jeffrey grunted. �We�re
going after his fucking family and then we�re going after him.�
She didn't like the sound of that. "Do
you have a plan?" she asked cautiously.
Jeffrey shrugged. �Sands is going to do what he does best only I get to help this
time.�
"That's doesn't sound like a
plan to me. Sands, wake up and tell me you have more
than a plan than a hit and run attack." Salida kept her voice low, not
wanting to wake Aida who was still asleep in the backseat.
�I thought about other plans, other
methods of execution, but that one sounds like the most fun considering I don�t
really care about this woman at all. If I did, I might want to kill her up
close,� Sands murmured sleepily. �It�ll also be the easiest though. Lock the
bitch in the house and burn it down. Voila, she�s dead. Rivers�ll
probably take more planning, but we can worry about that later.�
"No, we plan now. I was just
carping at him to start being smart. I'd hate to find out that now is when he
finally takes that advice to heart. We need to lay a trail for him to follow,
and while he does, we come up and gut him from behind."
�Fuck trails. Let�s just go for
him,� Jeffrey murmured. �He�s lived far too long as it is.�
Sands nodded in agreement.
"And if he has fifty men
waiting at his house for us?"
�He doesn�t,� Jeffrey said
stubbornly. Sands wasn�t so sure, but he didn�t
comment.
"I'm not saying we wait for
months for him to let his guard down. I'm not even suggesting that we leave the
East coast. All I'm suggesting is that we take a little..." she shrugged,
"side trip."
�To where?�
Sands asked curiously, beginning to see the sense in her plan, even if he still
didn�t like it.
"Boston. I believed I called
Rivers impotent for not following all his leads - namely all the files and
records that Harvard still has on me. I say we go down there, arrange a little
break in - we'll make it look clumsily done - and steal those records. We
should also make a big show of purchasing three tickets for another country and
then transferring a great deal of your money into off-shore accounts that the
CIA will never be able to trace. But they'll put two and two together, what
with plane tickets and the sudden disappearance of enough
cash for even us to live off of."
Sands had been about to answer when
Jeffrey pulled into a rest area and stopped the car. �This is the closest
fucking place for thirty miles,� he muttered as he leaned back into his seat
and stretched his legs.
�Your plan sounds fine to me,�
Sands murmured, suddenly willing to agree to anything if it meant they would
stop talking about it long enough for him to get some rest.
"I think a two day wait will
be long enough after laying our trail," Salida said softly as she looked
over her shoulder at Aida. The other woman was stirring. "But you're going
to have to come up with something to tell Grant to explain your disappearance
for a week or so."
�I�ll think of something,� he
murmured as he let his head fall back, feeling uncomfortable but not guilty that
he would be lying to his wife. Sometimes ignorance was bliss in her case. This
was one of those times.
***
"Where does Salida's mom live again?" Aida asked, her face the
very picture of confusion. "And why are you going there if she's not even Salida's mom, really?"
�Annapolis, I think. And I don�t
know why she wants to go there. Why did you want to see your parents after all
of a sudden?� He shrugged.
Aida watched her husband pack up
his one small bag of clothes. "I thought you were eager to leave the
country."
Sands sighed. �I�d like nothing
more. But, Jeffrey�s being stubborn about this. What sunrise wants, she gets in
his mind. I don�t feel like starting a fight. Not now.�
"How long are you going to be
gone?" she asked for the fifth time that morning.
As long as it takes to kill them all.
�About a week. I don�t know,� he said with a slight
frown in disappointment for her sake as he zipped up his bag.
"You'll call tonight?"
she asked, disappointment on her face. Since having to flee from her own family,
she'd been sticking close to her husband's side.
He saw her expression and stopped
what he was doing to go to her. �Of course I will,� he said as he took her into
his arms. �And I�ll be back before you know it. I promise.�
"I don't want you to go,"
she whispered, burying her face in his chest. "Every time you leave me,
you come back hurt and in more trouble than when you left."
�You don�t have to worry about me,
Aida. I�ll be alright and Jeffrey knows how to take care of himself without getting
into trouble. He doesn�t often practice this, but I�ll make sure he does this
time. I�ll come back to you, Aida.�
"And you'll try to come back
without broken bones, or stitches, or horrible gashes -"
�Spitfire, I�ll be fine,� he said
with a wry smile. �You don�t need to worry.�
"That," she sniffed,
trying to collect herself, "is nonsense. You always get into trouble without me around to look after you."
�I did manage pretty well on my own
for a good 26 years at least without you, Aida. I think I can manage a week,�
he said wryly, kissing her on the tip of the nose. �You worry too much.�
"Are you trying to tell me I
don't have good reason to?" she asked softly, staring at his shirt since
she refused to meet his eyes. When she noticed that her hands were fisted in
his shirt, she made them relax.
�Yes. I can manage to keep out of
trouble for a week, hard as that may be to believe.�
That wasn't what she'd meant at
all. His claim that he'd gotten along fine without her was a load of crap. And
he had to know it. If she did, then surely he did too.
�I have to go, Aida,� he said,
taking a step back from her and grabbing his bag. �I�ll be careful, ok? I�ll
try very hard not to give you reason to worry. And I will call you.�
"I'll be worrying
anyway," she whispered. "Just stay safe."
�I will,� he said, tilting his head
down to kiss her passionately on the lips for a good minute at least. When he
separated, they were both breathing heavy. �I�ll be back soon.�
"I love you," she
whispered, reluctantly letting him go.
�I love you too.� With that, he
left the hotel room to meet Salida before he could convince himself to stay.
***
"I still don't see why I can't
come in with you," Salida whispered furiously at the men. They stood a
good two block's from the Rivers' residence, but it paid to be cautious. Especially at two in the
morning in respectable neighborhoods.
�You just can�t, vixen. You can
come on the next homicide, I promise,� Jeffrey assured her, realising that he
never got his opportunity to kill someone that long ago night and have her
watch.
�The less chance of being seen, the
better,� Sands added.
"So you're sending me out to
prowl for anyone who might be watching."
She sounded disgusted. "Fine. See if I
care."
�Stop being a fucking brat and accept
that I don�t want you coming with us because I don�t want anything to happen to
you.� Jeffrey said firmly.
"Don't curse at me. I was
going to listen without you and your dirty mouth."
Jeffrey couldn�t stop an eye roll. �Fine. Good.�
"Just be careful," she
finally relented. "No
mistakes."
They both nodded. �No mistakes.�
***
It was almost annoying how easy it
was to seal up Rivers� house. Since they waited until well past 3 in the
morning, the neighborhood was quiet, and the house that was to be their target
was dark and seemingly uninhabited. For a moment this gave them pause, but they
noticed a car in the driveway, something expensive yet sensible, something a
woman would drive. Eileen Rivers was indeed home. Too bad for
her.
After they had nailed the windows
and doors shut, they began to pour on the gasoline, empting container after
container onto whatever they could reach of the two storey home. Then a match
was thrown on, and the place was ablaze.
Sands felt an exceedingly strong
desire to simply sit on the grass and watch the place burn as he had his own
house so many years ago, but Jeffrey wasn�t letting him this time.
�Come on, you crazy fucking
arsonist. The bitch is done for,� Jeffrey said after one of the windows of the
house broke under the heat and the fire glided in to the interior of the house
smoothly. �We cut the fucking phone lines for this entire block. No one�s going
to be coming to help her.�
�Wait. Just wait,� Sands insisted,
but didn�t take a seat on the grass, no matter how much he wanted to. After a
few minutes had passed, Jeffrey was about to forcibly walk back to Salida and
the car, when shrill screams came from within the house, clearly a sign of
someone in absolute terror and agony. Sands closed his eyes and just listened.
�Ok, psycho, time to go before
we�re fucking caught,� Jeffrey insisted. Sands nodded and they ran back to
Salida where she waited.
***
"Stop whining," Salida
murmured as they rode the elevator up to the eighth floor. They were in CIA HQ;
it hadn't been hard to find out from the switchboard that Rivers was in Boston,
following 'leads' in one of his cases. Salida had suggested that this might be
a good time to strike out at Rivers' career. While Sands had agreed, her
husband was still being obstinate, but luckily he was out-voted.
Jeffrey grumbled, but it was hard
to stay in a bad mood at the moment. They had done it. They had infiltrated the
CI-fucking-A without anyone the wiser. It made him smug and giddy all at the
same time.
�Just calm down and act fucking like
we�re supposed to be here unless you want to have to shoot your fucking way
out,� Sands hissed. �Don�t even think about it,� he added when Jeffrey paused
to consider the fun in that.
"It wouldn't be safe,"
Salida added, resting a hand on her abdomen. She was slowly learning just how
to use this pregnancy thing to her best advantage.
Jeffrey�s giddy enthusiasm all but
vanished. �Fine,� he muttered.
�You can have all the fun you
fucking want once we�re out of this
fucking place,� Sands growled as the elevator doors slid open.
�I still think this is a waste of
fucking time�� Jeffrey was cut off as Sands forcibly closed his mouth. Jeffrey
glared but kept silent.
"We're going to destroy his
career, remember?" Salida said softly as they walked purposefully down the
hall. "If he wants to take everything from us, we'll do the same to
him."
�I guess,� Jeffrey murmured. The
plan did have its merits, he had to
admit, but it still seemed like a lot of fucking trouble to him. He�d much rather
just snatch the fucking bastard and torture him to death without all
the�hoopla.
Sands on the other hand thought it
was a wickedly wonderful idea. There were far more forms of torture than merely
the physical. Psychological torture could be just as deadly and gratifying than
its counterpart. If not more so. The plan to frame Rivers for the murder of his
own wife was nothing short of genius. He only wished he had thought of it
first.
"This is it," Salida said
quietly when they came to the door of Rivers' office. There was no chance they
could be mistaken; his name was the only name on the door. Apparently neither
of his partners could stand to share an office with him. There would be no
slipping incriminating evidence into the wrong desk.
Sands quickly scanned the corridor
on either side of them and took note of the occupants. No one looked at them
twice. This was almost too easy. He quickly stepped inside, Salida closing the
door behind them as she followed.
The office was well, boring. He
didn�t quite know what he had been expecting, but he was disappointed none the
less. It was painted in whites and greys with a piece
of hotel room-worthy art on the wall. Everything was neat and orderly except
for the desk. The desk was a nightmare of chaos amidst the sea or order. He saw
that files and folders and pictures of places he�d never been to nor never
wanted to go to were stacked nearly waist high as he came to stand in front of
it. Jeffrey summed it up rather aptly.
�This place is a fucking mess. No wonder
the bitches have offices of their own. Let�s get this over with and get the
fuck out of here.�
Sands nodded and took the two plane
tickets to Bora Bora he had
purchased for tomorrow evening and set them on the desk out of the way, but not
so that they would be buried and their plan declared defunct before it could
ever come into fruition. He then nodded to Salida who placed a handwritten note
in a desk drawer describing a sordid love affair and pleas to Roland to only
get rid of his wife so they could be together. He had read it over, it seemed
rather convincing to him. He couldn�t help but smile. If everything went
according to plan, Rivers� life would be effectively over before they even had
a chance with him. He only hoped that the bastard wouldn�t take his own life
before they had the pleasure.
The men turned to leave the room,
but Salida touched their arm to get their attention. Once she had it, she directed it towards a
crumpled piece of paper that'd fallen to the floor next to - but not in - the wastebasket.
It was the letter they'd sent Rivers.
"Should we take that with
us?" she asked. "It does kinda provide the
police with another suspect."
�It won�t really matter once he�s
dead. They can fucking suspect us all they want,�
Jeffrey said with a shrug.
"Won't our little plan to ruin
his career be - I don't know - affected though? Why blame a mostly law-abiding
citizen when you've got a death threat from a known criminal?"
Jeffrey sighed. �Fine,� he muttered
and walked to pick up the letter and stuff it in his pocket. �Can we go now?
This isn�t any fucking fun anymore.�
"You could steal something
while we're here and use it to piss him off later," she suggested.
�He has nothing here I want. This
place is a fucking sty,� Jeffrey muttered as he took a look around in disgust.
"We could make out," she
tempted, wanting to work him into a better mood.
Jeffrey grinned. �We could do more
than that.�
Sands rolled his eyes but didn�t
comment. He could see the appeal of a quickie in their only real enemy�s office
as well as he knew Jeffrey could. If Aida were here-not that would ever happen,
but he could still dream-he�d want to do the same.
"That might draw a little more attention than we want at the
moment," Salida murmured, but she winked at him. "Another
time, maybe."
�Oh come on. If you�re fucking plan
works there won�t be another time,�
Jeffrey answered.
"Well, we'll exploit your
exhibitionist tendencies once we've got Rivers in our hot little hands. How
does that sound?"
Jeffrey thought about it. But not for long. �It sounds like a date.� He grinned.
�If you two aren�t going to do
anything then can we just fucking go? We still have people to kill,� Sands
muttered.
"Who?"
Salida asked as they left the room. "Do we have time? It's getting pretty early."
�Well, who�s left on Jeffrey�s
list? It was pretty ambitious you know, Jeffrey. Technically, we�re still only
one man.�
�Whatever. He fucking pissed me
off. We already killed the brother and his wife. I don�t really feel like
killing the other one with kids. I don�t really like killing kids.�
�Why?� Sands asked curiously. He
wasn�t sure if he felt the same way, he hadn�t really thought about it. He just
killed.
Jeffrey shrugged. �Who the fuck knows? It doesn�t matter. We won�t give Rivers
enough time to learn about all of them anyway so what�s the
point?�
�You�re�turning down the
opportunity to kill someone? Someone you said you�d kill? Are you feeling
alright? Because if you�re not, that�s bad for me,� Sands murmured, slightly
worried.
�I�m fucking fine. Just�bored. And tired of all these fucking
games. Why haven�t we just killed the bastard already?�
For some reason Salida was relieved
to hear that she wouldn't have to be part of the murder of a group of children.
Being an expectant mother had apparently made her squeamish about such things
and part of her wondered if that was why Jeffrey didn't want to go after kids
either. But that wasn't really important right now.
"We know they fell for the
bait," she murmured as they passed an agent who was apparently coming into
the office early. "We can just head to Boston and wrap things up. If we wait too long, Rivers might head back
here, and then it'll be harder to get to him."
�Let�s fucking do
that. I want to see the bastard suffer,� Jeffrey growled. Sands couldn�t help
but agree.
"Can we get some
breakfast-to-go on our way out of town?" she asked when they were back in
the elevator. "I'm hungry."
�Of course we fucking can,� Jeffrey
said wryly, as if she needn�t have asked.
"You're so eager to get on
with things that I thought I'd check." Salida grinned slyly.
�I do have some patience, you know,� Jeffrey murmured with a slight smirk.
Sands snorted. �Yeah right,� he
murmured under his breath.
�Fuck you,� Jeffrey responded
without any real rancor.
Sands just raised his hands in a
warding off gesture and kept silent.
"What are we going to do about
his companions once we get there?" Salida asked as they exited the
elevator and stepped into the parking garage.
�I suppose we�ll kill them,� Sands answered
with a shrug.
�What else?� Jeffrey added. He had
no qualms about killing women. Especially these women.
"Alright.
I certainly don't care. Although, the woman I talked to almost seemed
decent."
�Which one did you talk to?� Sands
asked curiously.
"I don't know. I've forgotten
if she told me."
�Well then we won�t kill her. Or we
will. It really makes no fucking difference,� Jeffrey muttered. �I don�t care
about the bitches. They can have each other.�
�If they get in our way we�ll kill
them both,� Sands said with a nod as they stopped in front of the new BMW SUV
they had bought to replace the ugly Honda he had been forced to buy after their
old vehicle had gotten shot up by the fucking CIA. They�re hadn�t been a lot of
options to choose from in the car lot in Aida�s home town.
"Alright.
I suppose it doesn't really matter. She was probably only being nice because it
was her turn to be the 'good cop.'"
�Probably,� Sands agreed. �Although
if you were talking to�� He searched for a name. �Emily, then she didn�t seem too
bad.�
�She would have fucking jumped us
if Rivers hadn�t been there,� Jeffrey added with a leer.
"She's a dead woman,"
Salida scowled.
Jeffrey grinned and moved around
the car to Salida�s side before she could get in and pressed
her against the car. �I love it when you go all protective,� he growled,
kissing the side of her neck passionately.
"I get to jump you," she
muttered, pretending to push him away. "Aida gets to jump Sands. That's
just the way it is. The only way it
is."
�Why wait?� he growled, moving in
to kiss her again.
"Because I
want to."
�Why?�
"Because you
can't stop at kissing."
�Your point
being? I�m not seeing a problem with this,� he murmured against her skin
as he kissed her.
"Maybe I want to."
�Why?� he asked
again, not hearing any reasons good enough to merit stopping.
"Because I
want to."
�And that�s all I�m going to get,
isn�t it?� he asked with a sigh, moving away from her.
"For the moment," she
whispered.
�Alright,� he sighed as he moved back
to the driver�s side of the car. �Let�s go get your breakfast then.�
***
Sands sighed. If he had thought
Jeffrey was too fucking giddy in CIA headquarters, that
was nothing compared to this. Not that he really blamed him of course.
After�god knows how long, they finally had the bastard in their sights and were
about to pull the trigger. If push came to shove, he�d admit that he was more
than a little excited about this himself. �Are you two
ready?� he asked Jeffrey and Salida in turn.
�Just remember to stay behind me,
vixen. If you get fucking shot�well, just don�t.�
"Same to
you. There's no way in hell I'm
going to let you die because you were stupid enough to get shot."
�Good to know,� Jeffrey said with a
grin as he lifted the .45. He and Sands had flipped for who got to use it, and
to Sands� dismay Jeffrey had won. �Let�s get this show on the road.�
***
�Rivers?�
Emily called out as she tried to get Roland�s attention as he was talking on
the phone. He had gone very pale, his already fair skin going pasty and sickly
looking. Whatever he was hearing on the other hand he held clenched in his
fist, it wasn�t good news. She tried again. Still, Roland wasn�t hearing her.
�Agent Rivers, what�s wrong?�
Susannah asked, worry breaking through her usual cool
as a cucumber professionalism. She could see something was up just as well as
Emily could.
Roland shook his head as he stood
listening to the dial tone on his phone. He hadn�t the sense to turn it off.
His world was�fucked. �No, it�s not right,� he murmured to himself, sounding
utterly lost. �A mistake.�
�What was?� Emily and Susannah
asked on top of each other.
�He got her,� Roland answered, the
phone slipping out of limp fingers and bouncing on the plush carpet before
stilling.
�Who got who?� Emily asked once she
had looked back up to him from the floor where the phone rest.
�Sands.
Eileen.�
�Oh god,� Susannah gasped, pressing
a hand to her mouth in shock and disbelief.
�How?�
Emily asked grimly.
�He burned her alive. Locked her in
our house�and he burned her alive. He�s a dead man.� Both women unconsciously
took a step back from him as he said this, neither of them liking the tone in
his voice.
�Rivers-Roland, don�t do anything
fucking crazy, alright? We�ll get him. I promise you,� Emily tried to reason
with him, seeing that he was about to run out the door and go to wherever Sands
was-they honestly didn�t know at the moment-and kill him with his bare hands.
Roland didn�t even hear them.
Grabbing only his gun, he raced out of the hotel suite they were gathered in�
�and nearly ran over his prey in
the process.
All guns were up and out in under a
second. Salida, obeying her orders, was behind the men but a little to the side
so she could cover the female agents. Rivers belong to Jeffrey and Sands, at
least for the moment. Her heart was racing and her hands trembling with
unexpected excitement. Not from the idea of killing, but with the knowledge
that they were going to get away with this.
Roland roared and fired his gun in
Sands� direction, not bothering to take aim in his grief and rage. The bullet
still came dangerously close to taking off his head though. There�s no fucking cover here for a proper
shootout. This needs to be ended quickly. Don�t let them get back into the
fucking hotel room! Sands heeded this wisdom-and Jeffrey too for he was the
one in charge of the gun-and fired. The bullet flew true and took off at least
two of Roland�s fingers as it hit his hand, causing him to drop his gun to the
ground with a yell of pain.
Emily didn�t have time to help
Roland at first, she was too busy diving back into the room to grab her gun
from where it rest on a nearby table, cursing herself for not having it on her.
His cry of pain made her look up in worry and fear, ignoring the battle in the
hall. She only had eyes for him, and it would cost her.
Susannah didn�t like killing, but
she would do so without hesitation if necessary. Or, she would have done so if
she hadn�t seen the rather noticeable bulge to her adversary�s stomach. Oh god, she�s pregnant. I can�t kill a
pregnant woman! She settled for shooting the mysterious woman-she was
probably Ms Barillo, but she couldn�t be sure-in the
shoulder, hoping to take her into custody without further injury.
Salida was aiming for Emily when
the bullet slammed into her shoulder. She bit through her bottom lip as she
concealed her cry of rage and pain - if she distracted Jeffrey now, it could be
deadly for them all - and squeezed the trigger of her gun. Emily collapsed on
the floor, her hands folded around her gun. Salida then turned her attention to
the woman who's shot her. Ignoring everything she'd been told, she shoved past
Jeffrey, Sands, and Roland, slamming her attacker into the wall and shoving the
muzzle of her gun under the woman's chin. "That," Salida hissed,
"was a mistake."
Susannah froze, knowing she was in
definite trouble as she saw the woman�s eyes. They were a killer�s eyes.
�You�re just as crazy as he is,� she gasped, finding it curiously hard to talk
with a gun forcing her head back.
"Not quite that crazy,"
Salida whispered, putting a little more pressure on the muzzle of the gun.
"But close enough, bitch. Now, are you going to apologize for endangering
my children?"
�I could have killed you. I
didn�t,� Susannah reasoned, trying to sound calm. She was failing miserably.
"You don't know that. I could
have moved. You could have hit an artery. Jeffrey could have tried to protect
me." Salida's heightened senses registered
movement to her right. Apparently the other
woman wasn't quite dead. Moving lightening fast, she buried another bullet in
the woman's gut, eliciting a cry of pain. Then the gun was back to it's position at Susannah's throat.
Susannah felt for her friend and
colleague, longing to go to her, but she had to worry about her own skin now.
�And I could have shot you through the head.�
"Then it'd take you months to
die. I'm growing bored. I suggest you entertain me before I decide to entertain
myself."
�I can�I can guarantee that the
members of the Barillo cartel never come after you
and your children,� Susannah tried.
"If I simply take the time to
kill them, I can guarantee the same thing.
Tess is the one who's scared of them.
As long as they exist, she won't bother me."
�Then what does? Tell me what you
want.� Susannah was sounding desperate now. She didn�t care. She didn�t want to
die.
"I want..." Salida
whispered, allowing the gun to fall as she did so. "Now listen
closely..." The gun fell until it
was level with Susannah's stomach. "I want to watch you die slowly. But I'm not going to get that either."
The gun went off. The bullet tore through Susannah's stomach, ripping muscles,
tendons, and assorted organs before embedding itself in the wall.
"Hate to shoot and run,"
Salida said emotionlessly as Susannah gaped at her. "But I'm sure the men
are going to be ready to go soon."
�You�re taking him?� she gasped as
she sank to the ground. �Don�t.�
"He stole my home from me. That's
all I've ever wanted, and he stole it." Salida went over to check on
Emily; the woman was unconscious but breathing. Salida shot her in the head.
Susannah let out a sorrowful moan
for her lost friends. How could it have
gone so wrong, so quickly? It wasn�t supposed to be like this. Not like this.
�We�re fucking out of here,�
Jeffrey called to her, standing over Roland�s unconscious body. �And I am going
to fuck your brains out once we get home. Alright?�
His voice was rough and thick with lust as he looked at her.
"I thought you were going to
wait until we had an audience," Salida murmured, going to check on
Susannah. The woman was bleeding heavily, but she was still conscious. "You
know," Salida said conversationally, "belly wounds are the worst. It
takes a person forever to die." As she spoke, Salida cut through the phone
cord and searched for the agent's cell phones so the woman couldn't call for
help. Then she turned on the heat in the room. "Your friend is going to
start smelling soon. Perhaps you'll still be around to appreciate it."
�You�re not going to get away with
this,� Susannah gasped. It sounded trite and clich�d, but it was true. No god
could possibly be twisted enough to allow this. She had to believe that. It was
all she had left.
�She can watch if you want to do it
right here, right now. I�m definitely up for that,� he drawled.
"No, the bitch shot me. I
don't want her to have to pleasure of our company. I want her to sit her with
her rotting friend, smelling the body as it decomposes and feeling her blood
leak out of her body."
�She fucking
what?!� Jeffrey yelled, going from languidly lustful to high alert
almost instantaneously. �And you haven�t shot her between the fucking eyes for
this why? You must have thought I�d
like to do it. Considerate,� he growled, raising his gun.
"Don't," Salida hissed.
"She's mine. Let her go mad here.
It seems fitting to me."
Jeffrey growled, lowered his gun,
kicked Susannah viciously in the stomach causing her to go pale with pain, but
did not kill her. �Let�s fucking go then. We�ve got
what we came for,� he said, indicating Roland�s still form in front of the
doorway.
"What did you do to him?"
Salida asked absentmindedly probing at her wound. It was in the fleshy part of
her shoulder, the bullet long since gone. She'd be fine after cleaning and
bandaging it, even if it hurt like hell.
�He�s just knocked out. Oh, and
missing a few fucking fingers,� he said with a smirk before turning to her and
frowning. �Are you alright?�
"I will be. You'll just have
to be very gentle with me." She grinned.
�Really?� he asked with a
disappointed frown. He didn�t like the sound of that at all. Not at his current
level of lust. He felt as if he would explode at a word whispered from her into
his ear. He was that fucking hard.
"Well, that or really
distracting. Let's get that bastard back to our place before he wakes up."
Jeffrey sighed but nodded and
hoisted him up with her help, wincing as she winced at the sudden pain in her
shoulder. �That bitch better not die too quickly,� he muttered. �Let�s go.�
***
�It�s a fucking shame that all this
stuff goes to waste,� Jeffrey grumbled under his breath as he secured Roland to
an uncomfortable looking metal chair they had bolted into the concrete floor
yesterday in preparation for this. In fact, looking around it seemed to be the
only piece of real furniture in this place. Other than
packing crates and broken down boxes, of course. The CIA officer himself
was still unconscious. If he had been awake, he probably would have been doing
one of two things: A, screaming over the what must be excruciating pain of his
missing fingers, and B, complaining about the fact that he looked like a
sadomasochists plaything.
Jeffrey had used what he had known.
Roland was caught up in so many leather straps and chains that he wouldn�t be
able to move even if he wanted to. And to top it off, Jeffrey had gagged him
with a harness and a bright rubber ball at the end making him look like a
stuffed pig ready to be feasted on. It was a sight, to say the least. And even
as he was more than pleased to have his enemy in his control, he couldn�t help
but regret the ill usage of such�toys. He shrugged it off and went to his
wife�s side.
"We going to wait until he
wakes up?" she asked, leaning against his side, admiring his handiwork
even as he did.
�For?� he drawled, wrapping an arm
around her waist as she leaned against him.
"To blow your mind," she
whispered, kissing his neck.
�Mmm, oh really? And just how to you plan on doing
that, vixen?� he asked leaning into her kiss, already wanting more. His arousal
hadn�t died down in the slightest after seeing her take her revenge on the
bitches. She had been a blood-soaked angel. And god, he wanted her.
"Something tells me I don't
have to do much. I think you'd do it on your own."
�How do you figure?� he murmured,
still tilting his head to the side, his hands beginning to move over her sides
and back as she kissed him.
"Because I can feel how hard
you are."
�Can you now?� he drawled, bucking
his hips against her gently to reinforce her point. �And do you know why that
is?�
"Because
you're a sick bastard?"
He grinned. �Why do you say that,
vixen?�
She shrugged. "Oh, I don't
know...possibly because it's the truth? But I love you anyway."
�It is the truth. I am a sick
bastard and I know it. What�s more, I don�t give a fuck. I loved seeing you kill those women. If you had said yes, I would
have taken you right there in that bloodied hallway,� he growled as he pulled
her tightly against him, trapping his decidedly prominent arousal against her
rounded stomach. �I want you, Salida.
Right now,� he hissed, barely able to get the words out his voice was so rough
with lust.
"Go give this to our
friend," she whispered, handing over a syringe filled with a clear liquid.
"It's adrenaline. It'll wake the sleeping beauty."
He growled again at having to be
separated from her even for the briefest of moments, but if such a thing were
possible-and it just might have been-he became even harder at the notion that Rivers would be in audience. Needless to
say, he was finding it rather�interesting
to walk. He managed anyway, and gave Roland the vial of adrenaline. �Wake up,
little Susie,� Jeffrey drawled as Roland came to with a loud gasp around the
gag before coughing and immediately trying to struggle free. His eyes widened
at first as he realised his predicament, then narrowed as they came to rest on
Jeffrey�s smirking face. Jeffrey could see that he clearly wanted to scream in
pain, but the gag prevented this, and Jeffrey laughed to see the strain on his
adversary�s face. �You�re caught, silly little rabbit. Now just say still or no
more carrots for you,� he said with a smirk, shaking an admonishing finger at
him. �You do get to watch though. Consider yourself lucky. You�ll get to see my
dark goddess in action in more ways than one,� he said as he walked back over
to Salida�s side and pulled her to him again. And
later, believe me when I say I will take much pleasure in watching her toy with
you.�
"Right after I patch him
up," Salida whispered to her husband, her hands running up and down his
arms. "Can't have him dying too soon. That wouldn't be much fun."
Jeffrey made a sound of
disappointment. �He�ll be fucking fine. He�s not going to die from a few
missing fingers. Sure, he could get blood poisoning or infection, but we�re
going to kill him anyway? What�s the point of helping him now?�
"Because I want him to be well
enough to experience each and every bit of pain, whether it be
a knife wound or a paper cut."
Jeffrey sighed. �Alright,
alright. But be quick about it. This fucking hard-on�s
not going to go away by itself, you know,� he grumbled petulantly.
"Oh, I wasn't planning on
doing anything before taking care of that," she breathed into his ear. "That's
certainly a top priority at the moment." Her hand slid down between their
bodies and settled over his now straining erection. "I think the SOB can
wait."
�Oh good,� Jeffrey managed, not
really capable of much else at the moment.
Roland couldn�t fucking
believe this. They were actually going to have sex in front of him? He was
disgusted, to say the least. Although, he wasn�t half as disgusted as he was
hoping to take advantage of their distractions with each other and escape. He
wasn�t quite sure what he was bound in-he couldn�t tilt his head down to
look-but there had to be a way out of it somehow. He knew for a fact that his
life depended on it. He couldn�t, wouldn�t, take time to
think of what had happened to Emily and Susannah. He had no idea if they
were alive, or dead or�he just didn�t know. The
bastard standing in front of him and his whore had taken everything from him. His former mistress, his wife, his lover, and his friend.
There was no one else. He had taken them all. The only thing he had left now
was hate. Hate, and self-preservation.
"Look at him glaring at
us," Salida purred as they continued to gently bump and grind against one
another. "I wonder if he'll get turned on from this."
Jeffrey grinned wickedly. �Of
course he will. That�s all he has left now; voyeurism. We�ve killed all the
women in his life,� he said, still grinning before moaning as Salida slid her
body against his slowly, nearly sending him to the floor as his knees wanted to
buckle, but keeping him standing in front of her so she wouldn�t stop all at
the same time.
Roland only glared some more,
having been left with no option to spit and curse at them as he was gagged.
"Think we should let him talk?
I'm sure he's got all sorts of valuable suggestions." Salida grinned
evilly. Whether Rivers said anything or not was something she didn't actually
care about, but she had a hunch that her husband might get off on it. He was
strange like that.
Jeffrey nodded, but took her with
him this time to do it, not trusting himself to be able to walk away from her
on his own. He removed the gag from Roland�s mouth and let it drop to the
floor, stepping back for the inevitable tirade.
�I�m going to kill you both,� he
said between clenched teeth, clearing in a large amount of pain but not letting
it affect him. �You�re both sick and twisted. Your parents should have killed
you at birth.�
�We don�t have parents. But if
Sands� had known what he would do to them later in life, I�m sure they would
have tried,� Jeffrey said wryly, leaning over to kiss Salida�s
neck, wanting to ravage it but forcing himself to be calm for the sake of
drawing this out.
�I am going to kill you slowly,
starting by chopping off two of your fucking fingers. We�ll see how much you like it.�
�You hear that, vixen? He�s going
to punish me,� Jeffrey drawled, getting off on the whole situation just as she
guessed he would.
"I can do a better job,"
she grinned. Rivers was helpless and harmless. He was nothing but blather and
bluster. If he helped Jeffrey get in the mood, that was fine by her, but
otherwise he was a nonentity.
�I know you can,� he moaned, moving
in to kiss her again. �Have I been bad, vixen?�
"Not yet," she breathed
into his mouth. Then they were kissing, and things got a little out of hand. Or
their hands got them a little out of their clothes. Something like that. Since she couldn't even think straight at the
moment, Salida didn't take the time to wonder about it.
�For god�s sake,� Roland muttered.
�You people disgust me.� He was almost, almost
ready to ask them to just get the torture fucking over with so he wouldn�t have
to watch this, when he set eyes on Salida�s naked
body and had his breath stolen away. He had never really had a thing for
brunettes, but he could feel his tastes changing simply as he looked at her.
She was exquisite. And the look on her face as Sands-or whoever the fuck it
was-drove her to the heights of passion and arousal was definitely something to
behold.
Jeffrey moaned, unawares of the way
Roland was staring at his wife, not able to think about anything but the hot
hand wrapped around his throbbing arousal. �Let go,� he pleaded. �Need to be
inside of you.� Why had he ever said anything about being punished? This was
fucking torture.
"On the floor," she
commanded softly, squeezing him for emphasis.
Roland shivered at her command even
as Jeffrey did, for not so different reasons.
Jeffrey groaned at her touch, but
complied with her demand without comment or argument. He was far beyond such
things. Now, he just wanted relief and he�d do anything to get it.
Once he was lying down, she
straddled his waist. "What do you want?" she drawled, watching him
from under lowered eyelids as she ran her hands from her neck to her spread
thighs, tracing breasts, belly, and the shadowed triangle where he longed to be
as she did.
�You, only you,� he groaned, his
brain too fogged with lust to be any more specific than that.
Roland was beginning to reevaluate
his insinuation that she was Sands� whore and under his control. From the looks
of things, the tables were definitely turned. Not that that was a particularly
bad position to be in at the moment�
"How do you want me?" she
demanded, her quick hands reaching out to roll his small nipples between her
fingers.
He groaned and arched into her
touch. �Ha�hard and fast�and right�right now,� he groaned. �Right�ohh fuck me�now.�
Roland shifted in his seat, unwillingly
becoming aroused by the display he was forced to witness. He�d tried to close
his eyes, but then he was forced to focus on the sounds the couple in front of
him were making, and that was almost worse.
At the sight of the sweaty, aroused
male beneath her, Salida had forgotten they even had an audience. At that
mattered was torturing her lover for just a little bit longer.
"You want me to fuck
you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as he nodded emphatically. "That
sounds like an awfully large amount of work, lover."
�Awfully large�yeah, that�s sounds
about right,� he groaned, bucking his hips as best he could to get her to
remember that she held him in the palm of her hand. Literally.
Roland couldn�t watch this. He
couldn�t stand it. This was fucking torture. He shut his eyes tightly and tried
to think of something, anything to
get his mind off of what he was forced to witness. He whimpered softly as it
wasn�t working, and tried vainly once more to free himself from his bonds. He
had to get out of here.
It was the whimper that caught Salida's attention. She turned and looked at their captive,
an evil grin coming to her face. "Look at your friend," she whispered
to her husband.
For a moment, the word friend confused him. What friend? He had
no friends. Not really. But then he remembered, ever so sluggishly, that there
was someone else in the room with them. Rivers. Rivers
was with them. Watching. He turned his head to look
over at the CIA agent, and couldn�t help but grin at what he saw. �He wants
you,� Jeffrey groaned. �He wants what isn�t his to have. You�re mine. You hear that, Rivers! This
wonderful dark goddess is all mine!� He swelled-in
more ways than one-in pride and possessiveness, practically sending a
territorial growl in Roland�s direction before turning back to his wife, his
eyes black with lust as he stared up at her longingly. He was so aroused now he
had almost reached a point where he feared he would break under the torment,
going truly insane from pure sexual frustration. Seeing Rivers� clear distress
and being reminded once more than they had an audience only made things worse.
He hurt, he needed her so bad. That, and he was shivering uncontrollably as hormones raged
throughout his body and tension built. He needed
release. �Oh god�vixen�look�look at�what you�ve
done�to me,� he moaned, thumping his head on the floor in desire and
frustration.
Enough. He couldn�t fucking take it anymore. If she wasn�t going to do things
for him, then he was going to take matters into his own hands-again, literally.
His left hand snaked around his hip, wrapped around her hand as she held onto
him, and began to move her clenched fingers along the hard proof of his desire.
Already, he was moaning as their hands moved together to give him the pleasure
he had been about ready to kill-himself, someone, anyone-for.
Salida inhaled sharply at the sight
of his pale fingers wrapped around her darker ones, which were wrapped around
his swollen flesh. She could feel the rush of arousal as it warmed her sex. In
that single moment he'd managed to throw her into a state of arousal as acute
as if he'd spent the last fifteen minutes torturing her rather than it being
the other way around.
With a small whimper of need, she
reacted in the way Jeffrey had hoped she would; her hands left his erection and
moved to his shoulders as she thrust down onto him.
Oh
god, I can�t watch this. I can�t. I won�t. Roland slammed his eyes shut and
vainly attempted to clap his bound hand on his ears as well. Unfortunately, trying
to move his hand only reminded him of his missing fingers and he hissed in
pain; a marked contrast to the groans of pleasure he was forcibly subjected to.
Jeffrey�s eyes rolled into the back
of his head as she sank down on him, his mouth slack in a soundless
moan/cry/whimper. This was�bliss. No, bliss was too pale a word. Ambrosia,
heaven, nothing quite compared. It was everything. He didn�t even move to touch
her, even though his hands were twitching for the chance, he was so caught up
in the dance that was older and more meaningful than time or life itself. The
universe was perfect and right at this moment as their bodies fit together as
two halves of the same whole. Nothing could match this. Nothing.
But Salida wasn't as content. "Touch
me," she demanded, the teasing hint of a scream making her voice rough. Until
he decided to obey her, she didn't move a single muscle. She could out wait him.
He couldn�t help but obey as his
hands practically leaped to her skin, touching everything they came into contact
with as if experiencing touch for the very first time after a lifetime spent in
sensory deprivation. His fingers pinched and twisted at her nipples hard before
moving on to fondle her breast or run his fingers over the swell of her
abdomen. He couldn�t seem to decide which he�d rather touch more so he wavered
between the two places on her body, roughly groping a breast at one moment, and
gently running his fingers over her stomach the next.
His flighty touches made her blood
boil with need. Groaning and loudly expressing her lust, she started to move,
taking her time to rise up off him before slamming herself back down. Her knees
were going to be sore later, but it was worth it to feel him stabbing into her.
�For fuck�s
sake!� Roland yelled, unable to keep silent any longer. He was ignored.
Jeffrey didn�t even have time to
register the change before he was coming so hard into her he thought fleetingly
that she were going to suck him dry until there was nothing left but a
desiccated but extremely fucking happy body beneath her. What a way to go. A
yell ripped its way out of his throat, echoing around the abandoned warehouse
with ease. The fact that she kept riding him without hesitation only served to
draw out his orgasm until he was nearly whimpering under the strain. And still
she was apparently unsatisfied so he had no choice but to force his now rubbery
limbs into some semblance of cooperation as he kept touching her even as he
kept moaning as a few final small but viciously intense tremors went through
him marking the tail end of his climax.
One thing Salida knew how to tell
was when it was time to give up. That didn't mean she always did or that she
always liked it, but this time it didn't seem as if she had a choice.
Still highly aroused - aching to
have him high and hard inside her - she pulled away.
Jeffrey let her go because
honestly, he didn�t have the energy to fight her at the moment. �Sorry, but
it�s your fault, you know,� he murmured as he guessed the reason for her moving
away from him.
She shrugged, and smiled at him,
trying not to be irritated as her arousal complained loudly that it wanted to
be put out. "Next time," she said, her voice a little hoarse with the
lust that still clogged her throat.
�What the matter, Sands? Couldn�t
satisfy your woman? How pathetic,� Roland taunted, able to do nothing else.
�Oh I know,
you can always torture Rivers for a bit while I watch. That�ll get me hard and
ready to serve in no time,� Jeffrey said evenly.
Roland laughed derisively. �I think
I got it wrong. She�s the pimp and you�re the bitch in this relationship.�
Jeffrey saw red. He rose to his
feet and strode over to Roland, uncaring about his nakedness, his only intent
to rip that smug smirk off of the bastard�s face. He had been about to do just
that when Salida stopped him.
"He's just jealous," she
whispered into his ear. "He knows he can never have me."
"Aww,
looks like the big bag killer isn't so big or bad anymore," Roland tsked.
That was it. With lightning fast
movements, Jeffrey had picked up one of his knives from the pile of his and Salida's clothes and brought it to Roland's neck, pressing
hard enough for the wickedly sharp edge to cut into the tender skin. Roland
stopped taunting but Jeffrey didn't move in for the kill. Not yet. The bastard
didn't deserve a quick death, no matter how much he might have wanted to give
him one at the moment.
"Stop."
Salida gently persuaded her husband to give her the knife.
Roland could see in Jeffrey�s eyes
how close he had come to death. He knew he shouldn�t provoke the man further,
but he simply couldn�t help himself. �Boy, when she cracks that whip you should
come a running,� he drawled with a mocking grin.
It was Sands who turned to Salida,
not seeming to notice-or not really caring if he did-that he was standing
before her and Rivers stark naked. He had taken over to keep Jeffrey from
strangling the CIA officer with his bare hands. �I�d start whatever you have
planned for our little�guest, sunrise otherwise Jeffrey�s going to kill him and
neither of us will have any real fun.�
Jeffrey just fumed, mentally
stalking the confines of the warehouse as Sands remained still.
"Oh I don't know," Salida
drawled, gesticulating with the knife. "It seems a shame to kill someone
who's such a sick bastard." This comment
was directed towards Rivers.
�What the fuck are you talking
about?� Roland asked incredulously. �I�m not the psychopath that seems to get
turned on my murder,� Roland said crisply, his face tight with pain from his
lost fingers and clear disgust.
"No, but you got turned on by
watching your wife's murderer fuck his lover." Salida smirked down at Rivers' fading
erection. "Tell me, do you despise yourself yet?"
�Fuck you,� he spat. The truth was, he did despise himself, just a little. He hadn�t really
loved his wife, not anymore, but she hadn�t deserved to die like that at the
hands of this fucking bastard and his whore.
Jeffrey growled as Roland cursed at
his wife, but didn�t comment. She could take care of herself. In fact, she would
probably just laugh such comments off.
And her eyes did light up with
delicious mischief as she leaned forward. "I know that's what you'd just love to do," she whispered in his
ear. "What would you do if you had the opportunity?" She reached down
and lightly ran a single finger along his length.
Jeffrey moved to stand behind his
wife as she tormented Rivers, not moving to stop her. He didn�t care what she
did to him, whether she clawed his face off or fucked him, it wouldn�t matter.
He knew what was his. And if he was honest with himself, this was all turning
him on more than a little. While it was true he didn�t hinder her work, he did
reach out a hand to caress her side, from her thigh up to her shoulder and back
again, unable to stop himself from touching her.
Roland bit his tongue to cut off a
gasp as she touched him that managed to make its way out of his mouth before he
could stop it. �Don�t,� he growled.
"Why not?
You clearly like it?" Salida grinned.
�Bitch,� he hissed. �You give
yourself far too much credit.�
Salida lashed out - she was only
willing to be polite if he was - and sent the blade of her knife through
Rivers' hand. "Next time I'll castrate you," she hissed over his
scream of pain.
Jeffrey closed his eyes at the
sound and let his hand move to Salida�s breast, his
fingers finding her nipple and pinching it roughly.
As Roland�s screamed died off, he
began panting heavily through the pain, his ice blue eyes tearing as he glared
up at her. He didn�t say a word, but his look alone said hundreds.
"Stop," Salida muttered,
shrugging away from her husband. "Not now. I'm hungry."
�So am I,� he growled, but let her
go for now.
Roland�s eyes glinted in victory at
the display, but still he kept his mouth shut. He wasn�t completely stupid.
"I'm sorry," she
whispered, turning and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I didn't sleep
well last night. The kids were moving around too much."
Roland tilted his head at her
comment, and realised that he had noticed she seemed pregnant, but had ignored
the fact. Unfortunately for her, he had no qualms about killing a pregnant
woman if it were a matter of life and death. From the way his hands were now both screaming at him in pain and
outrage, it definitely was. He blinked a few times furiously, trying to ward
off the black spots that began to swirl around the edges of his vision. He
could not pass out from pain now. He wouldn�t. He had been taught how to stand
much worse than this and come out on top. He would persevere.
�Don�t be sorry,� Jeffrey said to
her with a shake of his head. �It�s just hard to stand here and do nothing
while you have all the fun. But I�ll try and keep my hands to myself while you
play. Promise.�
Maybe
he doesn't have to keep his hands totally to himself... "I'm going to go clean up and eat, but
will you give me a back rub later?"

�You�re just going to leave me
here?� Roland asked, interrupting before Jeffrey could answer her.
Jeffrey ignored him and went on.
�Of course I will, vixen.�
�Can I play with him for awhile if
you�re taking a break?� Sands asked rhetorically as he eyed Roland coldly.
"Knock yourself
out," Salida sighed. "Just remember to make things last."
�Oh, I will,� Sands said with a
nod, still staring at their captive. �Where are the knives?�
She handed over the one she was
holding. The one that already had Roland's blood on it. "I don't know where the other one is. You'll
have to ask Jeffrey."
�It should be still on my
belt�wherever it ended up,� Jeffrey answered before Sands could ask, taking a
quick look around the room.
�Ah, I see it. Thank you,� Sands
answered, striding over to pick up the other knife, letting the belt sheath
drop to the floor as he pulled it out. He didn�t bother getting dressed. Sure,
the floor was dirtier than he liked to walk on, but he managed. Besides, he
figured it would be easier to keep Rivers unsettled if his torturer was stark
naked the entire time. �Now, let�s see if we can�t mess up that pretty face of
yours,� Sands said coldly as he set to work, knives flashing. Roland couldn�t
help but scream.
***
Hope you enjoyed this chapter everyone. We just wanted to
say that it has been a fun year. :-D
-S & M
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