Chapter Two pt. five

 

Damian came around to her left, grabbed a firm hold of her arm and replied "We are.  I thought it would be so much nicer to walk along a private beach."

Maggie could hear her heart beat as if it were located inside her ears.  She didn't know what to do, or even what to think.  What she did know is that she had no idea where she was, and was certain that Damian enjoyed that element of control.  His grip on her arm tightened again as he guided her through the gate and onto some stone steps. 

Damian's steps were fast and quick, and Maggie had a hard time keeping up with him.  His grip was still very tight on her arm.  They walked through the gate, down a set of steep stone steps, and when they got to the bottom of the stairs he stopped and pulled her to him.  He turned to look up at the gate at the top of the stairs and when he was comfortable that he was out of direct sight,  he let go of her arm and slapped her across the face.  She let out a cry of shock and put her hand to her face. 

"No one embarrasses me in public.  Certainly not a woman!  Do you have ANY idea who I am?  You insolent fool!"  

Maggie didn't know what to do.  She knew from experience that crying would only make matters worse.  The best that she could hope for was to play it cool and hope that his temper would wear off.  She felt the tears stinging her eyes and was suddenly thankful for the darkness.  She knew that if she didn't make a sound, he would not be aware that she was crying.

"I..." she cleared her throat as quietly as she could and tried to gain some composure.  "I...I said I was sorry.  I didn't mean to embarrass you.  I really didn't.  Please, won't you please just take me home?"

A maniacal, almost hysterical laugh escaped his lips and he grabbed hold of her again, shaking her shoulders.  "Do you have any idea how much I spent on your dinner?  Do you?  The soup that you spit all over the table was more than your mother makes in a day."

Maggie began to whimper.

"I was told that I was paying for a full evening with you, and that, my ridiculous girl, is what I'm going to get.  I will take you home when I am finished with you."  Maggie tried to let out a scream, but as soon as the sound escaped her lips, she was slapped even harder across the face. 

"Shut up you little w***e.  No one can hear you."

Just as he said that, three men came up behind Maggie and held her still from behind.  One stood directly behind her, and two others stood at her sides.  All three men had a firm hold on her making sure she didn't move unless they wanted her to.   One of them handed something to Damian, but Maggie couldn't see what it was.  She heard something metal tap the stone step and then a tearing sound.  Seconds later a piece of duct tape was placed over her mouth.  

"That should keep her quiet enough," the man standing behind her said.  He had an accent as well, but it wasn't as thick as Damian’s.  Maggie made a series of high pitched squeals under the duct tape, and tried to squirm her way out of their grip.  The man holding her from behind tightened his grip, and just as he did that, she felt her dress being torn from the bottom up.   She started kicking her legs hoping to kick sand into his eyes, but it only served to fuel his anger.   He slapped her again, this time causing blood to trickle from her nose on to her chest.  

"Hold her still!  When I'm done, you can do whatever you want with her." 

Maggie let out a scream from under the duct tape and did her best to wriggle lose.  

“Shut up you stupid w***e!"  

He slapped her again, causing more blood to seep from her nose.  She heard a zipper and knew that all she could do, at that point, was cry.

***

 

Maggie opened her eyes with a start and shook her head.  She looked up at the indicator lights above her head and saw that the pilot had turned off the "fasten seat belt" sign.  She unfastened her seat belt, and stood to stretch her legs. 

If there had ever been a time that she wished she had something else to concentrate on, it was then.  She looked down the aisle and saw that there was no one blocking it, so decided to venture her way to the restroom for a bit of relief from her thoughts.  

She forced herself to think about something else.   Although she promised herself there would be no thoughts about work on this trip, she wondered how things were going at the office without her.   

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

I'm a little unsure about using the word excellent to describe this obviously traumatic event in a young girls life. But you will understand that I am talking about the style of writing rather than the subject matter.
It is very well written and builds up the suspense in an extremly professional manner. We have an inkling of what is coming next and are afraid for ourselves as well as poor Maggie.

[Arthur Henn]

This part really got my heart pumping, I'm the type that really like to try and get in the characters minds. You did well putting this together along with the imagery and the sounds I hear in my head.

To be very honest, at this point of your story, I'm a little ticked and angry. This guy really is pissing me off. Sorry about that, but these are the real emotions you are bring out in me as I read this. I also don't want to read anymore, because I'm thinking the worst is going to happen to Maggie. I really like her not wanting to see her get hurt.

But, you have me hooked.

Art

[Dezaraye]

You're building up the anticipation nicely. I'm almost afraid to read more, though ... such a horrible man.