Madeleine Abducted (28 page)

Xander
stood guard by the doors, firing at any man who approached
Aaron’s back. At least fifty men had been killed before another wave of men
came running through those doors. Aaron looked up from the carnage littered
across the floor of the ballroom and he feared he’d be overtaken. Using the
bodies of the dead to shield himself from the spray of bullets, he continued
hacking into each man that he approached. Some died immediately upon contact
with his sword, others lay in pools of the own blood, the sounds of their death
rattles mixed with the shouting throughout the room.

Another
wave of men arrived, but this time, it was the alliance members flooding
through the doors where Aaron and
Xander
had entered.
More guns were
fired,
more bullets flew through the
air as Aaron moved quickly, executing each man who dared cross his path. His
body was covered in the crimson shade of death, trails of sweat running through
it, turning the red into a muddled perversion of pink. His shoulders burned as
he swung the long knives in front him, his teeth gritted as he tore into the
flesh of bodies that stood before him. He was a monster in that moment, the
darkness finally being allowed to take over so that he could reach his target.
No emotion in him for the souls being delivered to the gates of Hell, no
concern for his own life except that he be given the opportunity to kill the
man who’d played him his entire life.

With
the help of the alliance members, Aaron was able to reach the doors of his
father’s wing of the building. Waiting for
Xander
to
reach him, he held the handles, but pushed forward into the tight corridors
that made it more difficult to fight. The men he encountered screamed out when
they were met with his blade. Some were not sure they wanted to approach, but
knew they would face death eventually if it was found that they acted as
cowards.

Powering
forward, Aaron had to spit the blood from his mouth as it seeped in from the
crimson streams running down his face. With
Xander
by
his side, they slaughtered every living thing that crossed their path. If those
men were still breathing by the time Aaron and
Xander
passed by, the men of the alliance that were bringing up the rear would
certainly strike them down. The screams were deafening as they charged through
the halls, their vision obscured by the gunfire smoke. Like a runaway train,
there was nothing that could stop them in their search for Madeleine, and Aaron
knew
exactly
the room where she’d
been taken.

One
single objective, one thought in his mind; he would find Madeleine, and he
would kill any man who got between them.

After taunting
Maddy
with the
truth of her helplessness, Mr. Carmichael crossed back to the table and picked
up the syringe. Holding it up so that he could see its contents by the
illumination of candlelight, he flicked it a few times. Testing the syringe
with his fingers and finding it cool to the touch, he picked up a rubber strap
and wrapped it tightly around his arm. “I can’t wait to have you, slave, but
first, let me get myself to a place that will make the sex so much better for
me. There’s nothing like the feel of a whore’s nails across your back under the
influence of such a wonderful drug.” He tapped his vein before inserting the
needle and shooting the drug into his bloodstream. Pulling the tourniquet from
his arm, his head fell back and his body visibly trembled from the rush of the
substance through his body. A heavy sigh left his mouth, his tongue flicking
out to lick along his bottom lip.

While Mr. Carmichael was busy adjusting to the drug in his
system, Emory and Vincent took the opportunity to continue molesting
Maddy’s
body, leaving bruises and scratches all over her
skin as they manhandled her.
Maddy
bit her tongue,
trying not to cry out and feed the sexual frenzy of the two men.

Mr. Carmichael, finally coming back from the initial rush of
the drug, moved back between her legs, let her watch as he slowly undid his
belt, pulled the button loose from his pants, and slid his zipper down. “It’s
time, my dear, for you to learn what it means to be a whore.” Reaching his hand
into his pants he appeared to be fondling himself while his expression grew
into one of frustration. Although terrified, her body shaking violently as she
awaited her fate, confusion bloomed in
Maddy’s
thoughts … he was not pulling himself out of his pants.

A sound like that of firecrackers could faintly be heard
from the direction of the corridors to the apartment. Mr. Carmichael’s head
turned suddenly as Vincent and Emory immediately released their grips from her
legs and sat up straight to listen intently to the noise. Emory spoke first.
“It sounds like gunfire.”

A wicked grin lazily spread itself over Mr. Carmichael’s
face; his eyes were glazed over from the drug, yet still alight with
understanding; his shoulders shook from his low, malevolent laugh. “It appears
Aaron has returned home.” His words were slurred, the effects of the drug
snaking its way through his system.

Maddy’s
heart blossomed with hope,
but was overshadowed with dread. While anxious for Aaron to reach her, she
still feared for his safety, feared that he’d not waited for assistance, feared
that his darkness propelled him into battle against an army that he couldn’t
hope to win on his own.

Sounding distant and wishful, Mr. Carmichael, commented,
“What I wouldn’t give to see the carnage that the executioner must be creating
outside my door.” Turning his attention back to Emory and Vincent, he added,
“It’s a shame he’ll never make it, go finish him off and make it quick. I’m
sure there is going to be a large amount of bodies to burn if he’s made it
through the ballroom, let’s not give him time to add to the pile.”

The two guards obediently rose
from the bed, but looked back at Madeleine not sure if she would attempt to run
now that she’d been released. Mr. Carmichael’s expression became annoyed with
their hesitation. “Don’t worry about her boys, I’m perfectly capable of
handling a woman, especially one her size.” The two guards left the room,
leaving Madeleine alone with a man who was anxious to perform unspeakably
atrocious acts against her, to use her and toss her aside like she held no
value to the world whatsoever.

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When Aaron and
Xander
finally cut
through the majority of his father’s men, the door to which Aaron was charging
came into view. It opened as they approached. Two men, Emory and Vincent,
stepped through; savage smiles smeared across their faces as they lifted their
guns and opened fire.

Pain erupted on Aaron’s arm — the feeling of flesh
splitting — from a hot lead bullet. Ducking down a hallway on their
right, Aaron and
Xander
got out of the path of the
bullets from Emory and Vincent’s guns, allowed the men of the alliance who
still had ammunition to charge ahead. They watched as men fell into piles at
the juncture to the hall, not able to match the marksmanship of his father’s
top guards. Waiting out the two guards, they listened as bullets flew past, the
high-pitched
whistle
as the air itself was torn open
by the lead. His back against the wall, Aaron got Jason’s attention as his men
charged through the corridor, he waved his hand to ask that Jason and his men
fall back. The alliance started to back up, still having to fire their guns to
keep up with the weapons used by Emory and Vincent; weapons which had
undoubtedly been altered to hold as many rounds as possible.

When Jason’s men had retreated as far back as they could,
Aaron glanced around the corner, noting that Emory and Vincent’s attention was
diverted by the few men who still fired every so often from around the wall of
an adjacent hallway. Grabbing a small blade that was strapped to his ankle,
Aaron aimed his weapon, throwing it expertly toward Vincent’s face, the blade
embedding into his left eye. Vincent howled from the pain of the injury, went
down to his knees, and eventually lost consciousness from the blood loss and
probable injury to his brain. An expression of confusion mixed with contempt
shadowed Emory’s face as he looked around for Aaron. No one else could have been
more accurate with a blade and there was no doubt Emory knew Aaron’s hand was
behind that throw. Slowly, he stepped forward, his boots kicking against the
dead that lay in his path.

“Aaron? I know you have to be around here somewhere; only
the
executioner
could’ve pulled off a
throw like that. Why don’t you come out and fight like a man rather than hide
like a scared woman?”

The hall became so quiet during the standoff between the two
men, a high-pitched scream could be heard emanating from Mr. Carmichael’s room.
Rage, a red film over his mind, covered the darkness already consuming Aaron
when he recognized that cry as
Maddy’s
.

A sickening chuckle sounded before Emory said, “You hear
that, Aaron? Your father ruts himself on top of your whore as we speak. By the
sounds of those cries, I do believe she likes it.” The sneer to his lip curled
even more as he attempted to goad Aaron into walking in plain sight. “I’ll have
to hurry this up so that I can get back and have my own fun before he fucks her
to death.”

Aaron remained with his back against the wall, shoulder to
shoulder with
Xander
. Just barely, Aaron could see
Jason barricaded behind the wall of another hallway. When Jason looked his way,
he used his hands to silently indicate where Jason should fire his weapon. As
soon as the shot was fired, Emory focused his attention toward the distant
hallway, giving Aaron a chance to come around the corner without being noticed.
Creeping forward, he kept his long blade at his side, which allowed
Xander
to create another distraction that kept Emory
occupied. Just as Emory looked down, the scar running along his face throbbed
red with anger, Aaron swung out with his blade while still crouched, striking
Emory across the knees.

Blood poured out of the guard’s legs as he fell hard to the
ground. Ever the warrior, he bit back the pain and lifted his weapon to fire,
but Aaron was faster. Pushing himself up into a standing position, Aaron drove
the blade downwards, forcing it through the top of Emory’s skull. Burying the
steel deep into Emory’s brain, Aaron had to twist the hilt to get his blade
back; he pulled upwards with such force that it dropped Emory to the floor once
it broke free.

Aaron’s chest heaved out in
front of him from the physical exertion he’d just been through, but there was
no time to catch his breath, not when his father still had
Maddy
.
Spinning on his heel, he moved toward the door.
Xander
came up beside him just as he broke the handle off the locked door and opened
it to go find his slave.

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Mr. Carmichael appeared sinister in the dancing
candlelight’s shadows — sinister and cruel. His refined looks suddenly
became those of a demon. His cheekbones ran like sharp blades across his cheek,
the cut of his nose and lips made even more pronounced by the faint
illumination.
Maddy’s
vision began to tunnel from the
rush of adrenaline and fear rushing through her battered body. She had to fight
not to faint, not to pass out and leave herself completely at the mercy of a
sadistic hedonist.

Expecting Mr. Carmichael to immediately attack,
Maddy
watched
as he seemed to sway
on his feet, his body slowly moving back and forth before he shook his head.
His eyes appeared confused, hazing over as his breaths became more erratic, his
lips parting to take in more air. Slowly closing her legs,
Maddy
crept back on the mattress, her eyes glued to the man standing in front of her.
When it appeared that he’d finally shaken himself from his haze, his eyes
narrowed as he noticed she’d moved from her wide-open position on the bed.

“And just where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Lunging toward her, he caught her ankles in his hands and
pulled her down while spreading her legs out towards his sides. She screamed
and she wouldn’t stop screaming as she desperately gripped and scratched at the
blankets and sheets, but she didn’t have the strength to keep from being pulled
into the position that he wanted. Wrestling her back into a position where she
was bared to him, he again reached into his pants, this time allowing the crisp
material to fall to his ankles, his boxers still covering his hand and his
cock. Eyes narrowing, he appeared frustrated again as he worked himself beneath
the material. The slight sway returned to his body, his eyes hazing
over
as he grew even more impatient.

“Fuck this.” Pulling his hands free, he leaned over on the
bed. The sudden movement must have caused his blood to surge from his veins
because
Maddy
watched as his eyes slowly rolled back
in his head, his eyelids fluttered open and closed and his full weight fell
still over her body. Pushing at his heavy weight,
Maddy
struggled for a few seconds to roll him off of her and onto the floor. Her
heart pounding against the walls of her chest, she crept off the bed, not sure
what she should do. Checking his pulse, she found that he was still alive.
Considering her options, she feared that if she ran — if Aaron had been
defeated — she’d be dragged right back into this room so that Joseph
could finish what he started. There was no other choice but the one so obviously
laid out before her. She had to kill him.

Looking around the room,
Maddy
spotted a heavy bronze rod lying on a distant table. Hurriedly, she retrieved
it, swinging up with both
arms,
she brought the weight
of it down onto his head. Blood broke free of the skin; flesh broke free of the
skull, but she wasn’t strong enough to cause much damage to his skull. The bone
was too thick for
Maddy
to pierce or shatter. As she
threw the weapon aside in search for another, light from a candle flickered
along her wrist, catching her attention. Her eyes widened when she realized the
cello string, the makeshift bracelet that she’d refused to allow Aaron to
remove, was still on her wrist. Quickly she unwound the string, feeding it
below Mr. Carmichael’s neck before pulling the end up from the other side.
Lodging her knee into his back for leverage, she pulled at the ends of the
string in an attempt to choke him, but even with the extra leverage she
couldn’t get enough weight into the pull to have much affect. Growing frustrated,
Maddy
reached over to retrieve the rod she’d cast
aside and tied the ends of the string on either side of the rod. Turning the
rod in circles,
Maddy
watched as the string wound
itself around into a single spiral line that appeared to slowly travel toward
the back of his neck. When the weaving wire reached his skin, she continued to
turn the rod, round and round, until finally she could see it cutting into his
skin. Finally, she could hear his choked struggle for air, his body convulsed
with violent spasms from the loss of oxygen. Just as his hands flinched and
moved toward his throat, his body gave out.
Maddy
continued to hold the rod and her knee in place, refusing to allow the tension
to dissipate in case he was still alive. She didn’t know how long it took for a
person to die, she just held on wanting to ensure that his type of filth was
erased from the Earth and quickly sent to the pits of Hell.

As she held the tension, as her arms started to quiver from
the exertion of holding the rod tight against his neck, she heard a loud bang
against the doors in the front portion of the apartment. Recognizing the sound
of wood splintering, and finally the sound of the door’s weight being thrown
against the wall, she knew someone was coming for her. Perspiration broke out
all over her skin, but she held tight to that rod — her knuckles turned
white from her adrenaline-fueled grip — and continued to drill her knee
into his back. She refused to look toward the door as the sound of boots
approached her, she was too afraid to look up and see that Aaron had been
defeated, that the other men had come in to take her captive once again.