“Do you think we’re all going to die on this plane?”
Max looked back into her eyes. She looked fearful, but resolute.
“I don’t know… maybe… yes.”
As his voice trailed off, Gwen leaned forward between his legs and kissed him full on the lips. Max felt her warm body against his exposed skin, smelled her hair, her perfumed skin.
He broke away, confused.
“What are you doing?”
Gwen kissed him again, harder this time, then moved her lips across his neck and to his ear.
“Please help me…” she whispered.
Her hands were on his belt buckle now, teasing it open. Max breathed sharply as she unhooked his belt.
“If you don’t do this then my sister will die, and I can’t let that happen.”
Max took in the implications of her words and realised what she was asking of him. This was clearly the task Alligator had burdened Gwen with. It made perfect, perverted sense — force the abstainer to betray her moral code. Max’s head pulsed along with his heartbeat as her nimble fingers unzipped his trousers and reached inside.
“Do, or die,” Gwen whispered, her breath hot in his ear.
She lunged at him, kissing him passionately, her tongue finding his. Gwen kissed clumsily but passionately — she meant to do this.
Max gave himself over to her caresses, responding hungrily as all his guilt, frustration and anger turned to lust for the beautiful young woman before him. They hurriedly explored each other’s bodies, their mouths and limbs weaving together.
Loosening her scarf and unbuttoning her blouse, Gwen grabbed the back of Max’s neck as he lifted her up with him into a standing position. She wrapped her legs around him as, half-naked now; they began to grind against each other within the tight confines of the bathroom walls.
Gwen gasped as Max thrust against her. There was a hollow thud as she slammed back into the bathroom wall. She felt as though she was no longer in control of her own body. She opened up to him, inhaling the faint whiff of antiseptic from his dressing as though it were a drug. This is it, thought Gwen, I can do this, and perhaps this is how it was meant to be all along — the ultimate sacrifice.
She saw herself in the mirror, her arms and legs wrapped around Max. Her reflection looked utterly alien to her, like that of a different person. She imagined Alligator on the other side of the glass, watching them. Perhaps he had a camera hidden there, behind the mirror, recording their every move. Gwen felt as though she were looking Alligator in the eye as Max pressed his body against hers. She could feel his dark presence piercing her reflection like a threat. Her skin crawled with disgust at the thought, even as her flesh beneath burned with arousal.
Then, Max stopped suddenly, pulling away from her embrace. He had lost himself for a moment, adrift on the carnal opportunities afforded by Gwen’s task. The traumatic comedown after his fatal struggle with Dave had numbed his thought processes with shock. But it was the sound that returned his thoughts to crystal clarity. That hollow thud when Gwen’s back had hit the bathroom wall. The sound was pregnant with possibilities.
“What? What is it?” Gwen asked, breathless.
Max wasn’t even looking at her. His eyes were fixed on the wall panel behind her. If it was hollow, then something lay on the other side. He tapped at the panel with his knuckles, then his fingertips, as if checking for a pulse.
“The luggage,” he said, zipping and buckling his trousers.
Gwen looked at him, flustered.
He turned and tumbled out of the bathroom, grabbing his shirt as he went.
“Where are you going?!”
The door closed in answer.
The bathroom glowed green as the Alligator appeared on the TV screen — judge, jury and executioner.
“Your task is incomplete.”
Gwen shook her head in desperation.
“I tried! I tried, but he…”
“You…” Alligator interrupted, “must not let him gain access to the luggage compartment, understand? Stop him. You have five minutes — or Emily dies.”
Gwen pinched the flesh between her eyes with her fingers as though she was trying to squeeze Alligator’s voice from her brain. She stamped her foot on the floor in anger.
The anguished sound that emanated from her throat no longer sounded human to her.
Jo was sitting on the floor, near Dave’s blood smear, when Max burst through the bathroom door. He pulled his torn and bloodied shirt back on and Jo glanced at the dressing Gwen had affixed to his shoulder wound. Max had an intense look on his face as he marched up to Jo. Something had clearly rattled him — something new.
“In my bag, there’s a laptop. If I can get to it, I might be able to hack into the onboard network.”
“Okay…” Jo said, getting to her feet, “Then what?”
“We can call for help. Find out who is keeping us hostage on this bloody plane.”
Another possibility dawned on him.
“Get through to whoever’s in that cockpit!”
“You can do all that — with your laptop?”
Max smirked.
Over his shoulder, Jo saw Gwen emerge from the bathroom. She looked even more sheepish than she had before she’d gone inside with Max. Jo eyed her suspiciously.
“Yeah, I… do it all the time,” Max said. He hoped he could do what he was planning. In truth, he’d never attempted anything quite so audacious. He did his best to cover up his self-doubt and looked wide-eyed at Jo, seeking her support.
Jo had only ever used computers to access her All2gethr account, keep in touch with her friends and post photos of Sophie for Dawn to see. All this hacking stuff was beyond her. But Max’s earnest look told her he was serious about giving it a go. She gave a silent but encouraging nod.
They both looked at Gwen to gauge her reaction. The strain was beginning to show on her face.
“Are you both insane? He can see and hear everything!” Gwen said.
Max blinked and retrieved the crash axe. His mind was clearly made up.
“You don’t have to be involved, but I have to try something,” he said, heading for the bathroom.
“Stop,” Gwen pleaded, using her body to block the bathroom doorway, “Please, just stop!”
“I’m trying to get us out of this mess.”
Alligator’s voice joined the party, reverberating throughout the cabin.
“Two minutes Gwen.”
Gwen forced herself on Max, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately, like a longing lover.
Jo looked on, amazed at Gwen’s wholly inappropriate behaviour.
“What the…?”
Max disentangled himself from Gwen’s lips, pushing her away as gently as he could.
Gwen’s whole body shivered. It looked as though an icy wave was passing right through her, from her head down to the tips of her toes. Her eyes held Max’s gaze. The man for whom she had debased herself in order to save her only dear sister. The man who had then tossed her aside so carelessly.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered softly.
Her words were no apology. She had to focus now, had to do it right for Emily. Her eyes narrowed with spite and she jabbed her fist into Max’s axe wound sharply.
He gagged on the pain, and in a split second the crash axe was in Gwen’s hand.
She shrieked like a banshee, an unholy sound, and stabbed the ice-pick end at Max’s shoulder. He stumbled back to avoid the blow and tumbled to the floor between the seats, his back hitting the cabin wall. Gwen leaped onto him, straddling his chest in a violent mockery of the passionate embrace they had shared only minutes ago in the bathroom.
Max managed to grab her forearms in defence, but Gwen still had a hold on the axe. Holding it with both hands, she was pushing down on it with all her of her body weight favouring his wounded side. It was almost frightening to her how easy it had been to turn the tables on him. But then, she’d degraded herself in the blink of an eye in the bathroom. The ultimate sacrifice, all for her beloved sister. It was Max or Emily, and her choice was clear. Gwen doubled her efforts and Max gasped from the pain of keeping the axe at bay. She was trying to turn the pick head into his face, meaning to impale him with it.