“I... I don’t think so. All I could think of was him shooting you. And what they would do to Jan afterwards.” She was crying.
“I’ve got Pip down,” called Jan, holding her daughter and taking out the gag.
“Oh, Mommy, oh, Mommy!” Pip didn’t seem to be able to say much more than that.
“It’s okay, honey, everything will be okay now,” soothed Jan.
“Mommy, he hurt me so much!”
“I know, dear. I know.”
Nigel moved Donna away from the bloody bodies before he untied the ropes from her arms. “I had hoped it wouldn’t come down to violence,” he said. “But there was nothing else we could do. Donna probably saved our lives.”
“Thank you, Donna,” said Jan simply.
“Oh, Donna, thank you, too,” added Pip. “I would suggest that we find someplace to clean this blood of ourselves then get going,” offered Nigel. No one disagreed.
They found a bathroom and Nigel and Donna took turns in the shower. Jan meanwhile found some clothes that would fit Pip. When she got out of the shower, Nigel handed her back her shirt. She noticed that Nigel had taken a different shirt from the closet to replace his blood-stained one. She got dressed. A minute later, all of them cleaned and dressed, exited the front door, all of them anxious to get away from that place.
Nigel ordered them to remain in the small clearing while he went back to the lodge. Ten minutes later he returned and hurried everyone back through the woods towards where they had left their rented 4X4.
In the car, driving rapidly towards civilization, Jan asked him what he had gone back for.
“I fixed it so the lodge will be filling up with gas. And a little timer to set it off any minute now. A place that big, filled with gas, will make a big explosion. I also put the bodies in the kitchen and stacked all the ammo I could find on the table. If anyone tries to figure out what happened, it will look like there was a gas explosion and that set off most of the bullets, The two inhabitants will have, unfortunately, been nearby when this happened. That will explain the bullets in them if there in an autopsy. It’s better if the whole thing looks like an accident.”
He drove on for a minute before adding, “I don’t know what the Fire Marshal will say when he finds all that bondage and torture equipment in one bedroom. And I don’t care.”
7
More Torture
The trip back was made without incident. Jan and Pip were a strange mixture of happiness and sadness, both glad to be together again but both very much aware of the missing Patsy. Even Nigel was unusually silent, and Donna didn’t feel right trying to make conversation with three people she was used to being submissive to. Instead she sat quietly and wondered about what Patsy was having to go through.
In a place far from the aircraft flying back to Los Angeles, in a strange land with strange language, Patsy was suffering. At the same moment Donna was wondering about her, Patsy was standing on a very small block of wood, trying to keep her balance while clothespins were causing her considerable pain.
And it was imperative that she keep her balance. The teenage girl was standing on one foot on a small wooden block barely the size of the ball of her small foot. Her arms were tightly bound behind her, elbows together, and her other foot was tied up towards the wrists forcing it into a bent position and making her one foot stand, very difficult. But what made it terribly important not to fall was the rope noose around her neck. The block of wood was only a foot tall but if it were not there the teenager’s toes would fail to meet the floor and a slow death by strangulation would surely follow.
To add to her suffering, wooden clothespins had been clamped upon many soft parts of her body. The cute nipples had only been the first two. There were also clothespins biting viciously into most of the flesh on her breasts, into the soft flesh of her tummy, and a large handful painfully clamped upon her vagina lips and any other part of her sex that could possibly hold a clothespin. In addition, there were more holding on to the skin of her bottom making her rear look strange. And, as a joke, clothespins had even been clamped to her ear lobs, making them look like earrings.
The unfortunate youngster had been standing on that block for almost an hour now and muscle in her leg were trembling with the strain. She was in a small room of native stone blocks with no window. Her, the block, and the rope round her neck were the only furnishings. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out when the door opened with a creak. The woman who came in was tall, with long black hair and dark eyes. She wore a tight fitting leather bikini and high heels that clicked and clacked on the stone floor. There was a small rose tattoo on her left ankle.
“So, you are still alive? How strange. Most girls would have fallen by now. You are very good.” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, and held only a wicked delight in the suffering of the naked teenager before her. “The rope is tight around your neck, no? Your muscles burn and scream at you, no? One tiny slip and...” She tapped the block with her toes, just hard enough to make Patsy more nervous.
“Please Madam Natasha...” began Patsy.
“Hush! Remember, no pleading. Meet your fate bravely, little one! If you are to die here, today, then so be it. But do not go whimpering and whining like a whipped dog.”
“I was only going to remind you that you paid a great deal of money for me. You certainly wouldn’t want to waste that. Would you?”
“Money? Money is of little importance. I could buy a dozen girls such as yourself every week and never run out of money. And, remember what I told you, life is cheap in this country. I could go to one of the hill villages and buy a young girl for what you probably spent on clothes in one shopping trip to the mall.” Her voice was accented strangely but the English educated and correct. She went over and pulled gently on the clothespin attached to her left nipple. “Wonderful invention you Americans have in these clothespins. So practical for torture. And you sell them in very supermarket! Very strange country.” With a small, humorless laugh she got back to the subject. “I have had young girls impaled upon sharpened poles just to watch them scream and slowly die, I have put girls on a block such as you are and sat back to watch they struggle to prolong their miserable lives a few more minutes. But they all made a mistake sooner or later. It’s impossible to stand on that one foot forever, you know. Sooner or later the muscles in that leg will be trembling. Already they are on fire, no? Already there are little tremors, no? I can see this is so. If I were to walk out that door, you would be dead within the hour.”
She walked around her victim. “Do you know what kills a man when he is hung? It is the drop. The rope snaps tight and breaks his neck. That kind of hanging is clean and quick. A mere few seconds and the body is lifeless.” Her eyes glowed. “But with the rope taut and the fall only a few inches, the neck will not break. The rope will tighten when your weight is upon it. It will squeeze your neck. Air will be harder and harder to fight for. You will reach for the ground and it will be oh so close! You will kick and jerk around in panic and desperation. If your neck is strong, you will last many minutes. But you will die, it is inevitable.” In tones of a woman describing a fine meal, she continued. “Your eyes will bulge. Your face will turn purple. Near the end your tongue will protrude from your lips. Your gasps and wheezes will be pathetic. Your suffering will be great. And in the end you will die. All will become dark while your mind screams against it. Then your pain will end.”
Patsy keep silent. She had already seen enough of this woman and suffered enough at her hands to know that she was insane.