The Year I Went Pear-Shaped (21 page)

“Your cheek maybe? A lovely long scar down the side of your face?”

She drew the knife lightly down Darla’s cheek.

“Or maybe your ear. What if we just took one of your lobes off. You don’t seem like the kind of girl who’s too bothered about wearing ear-rings. Not that it’ll matter after tonight because you won’t be wearing ear-rings again. But no, lets start with your face.”

And with a quick movement, the blade sliced effortlessly into the flesh of Darla’s face leaving a gash about three inches long from her cheekbone down in a diagonal towards her nostril. The woman knew exactly how deep to go. At this stage she didn’t want to cut through the layers of muscle but still blood poured out of the widening gash and dripped down Darla’s face and neck.

Crying and trembling again, Darla’s eyes were wide and darting around the room. With a surge of survival instinct she struggled violently against the ropes that were holding her to the bed. With her bound ankles, she managed to give the woman a good kick. The woman just moved out of the way and laughed.

“It’s useless Darla, forget it.” She sneered then jumped up on to the bed again and, with all her strength, kicked Darla hard in the ribs. Recoiling into the foetal position and groaning from beneath the tape, Darla stopped struggling immediately.

The woman kicked her again, this time in the stomach. Darla cried out and lay still.

“Next time it’ll be in the face Darla, ok?”

Jumping down, the woman sat back down on the side of the bed next to Darla’s feet.

“You know what Darla, I’m getting a bit bored with you. I think it’s time to raise the bar a little.”

She stood up, went over to her bag and pulled out Darla’s mobile phone. After pressing a few numbers, she held the phone to her ear and waited.

“Hi Gordon,” she purred like a long lost friend then pausing as the person on the other end spoke.

“No Gordon, it’s not Darla, it’s me. But Darla’s right here. She can’t come to the phone right now, she’s a bit tied up if you know what I mean.”

The woman went silent again as she listened. A smile playing on her lips.

“No, you listen to me Gordon. If you don’t come round here right now, within twenty minutes, I’m going to do to Darla what I did to that stupid cat. Do you understand that I am not joking?...Gordon, don’t bore me with your insults, I’m putting the phone down now and in exactly 20 minutes from now I’ll kill her unless you make it here in time. Goodbye.”

She turned the phone off and turned to look at Darla.

“So, do you think your knight in shining armour will make it in time? I do hope so, it wouldn’t be half as much fun otherwise. Don’t worry though, I worked out how long it would take him to drive here from your place at this time of night and he should be able to do it, that’s as long as he left as soon as he put the phone down. And barring anything unforeseen like car troubles or an accident on the way over of course. It’s in the hands of the Gods really Darla so I guess we’ll have to wait to find out.”

The intruder started pacing the carpet at the end of the bed.

“Luckily, I’m very good at waiting. Here, let me move your alarm clock so you can watch the minutes clicking over. It’s now 12.37 so he’s got till 12.57 to save you from a slow and painful death!” She said with a giggle.

Stretching the cord from the wall, the woman placed the digital alarm clock on the bed right next to Darla’s knees. Then she sat back down on the bed herself and proceeded to wait silently.

The numbers on the clock changed to 12.38.

Minutes ticked by slowly as the two women sat silently, one of them casually turning a knife over in her hands.

Just after the numbers on the clock turned over to 12.54 there was a noise downstairs. The women jumped in unison.

“Well, maybe your knight’s here in the nick of time. Why don’t I go and see.”

The woman stood up to go but before she did, she reached again into her bag and pulled out a hand gun.

“Let the games begin!” She said and gave Darla a wink as she went out the door.

Closing the bedroom door behind her, the woman waited at the top of the stairs, listening for more noise. She didn’t need to listen much. Whoever it was had started pounding on the front door.

She walked casually down the stairs and up the hallway to the front door. There she waited quietly for a moment as the person on the other side pounded again.

“Gordon dear, is that you?”

The pounding stopped and a male voice answered.

“Yes, it’s me. Let me in.”

“There’s a key under the mat. Let yourself in slowly and close the door behind you.”

She waited, listening as Gordon fumbled around in the dark to find the key before putting it in lock and opening the door.

Seconds later Gordon was in the house. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he saw the woman a few metres away from him. She had a gun pointed straight at him.

“Lock the door behind you Gordon then put your hands up, just like in those old western movies.”

He did as he was told.

“Ok, now walk up the stairs.”

Gordon walked up the hallway towards the stairs with his hands up and started climbing.

The woman followed him, the gun pointed at his back.

“Now, go into Darla’s room,” she said as he reached the top of the stairs. He opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. Seeing Darla, he gasped. She was half naked, gagged and bound to the bed, blood was dripped down her face and neck.

“You crazy fucking bitch!” He sputtered, spinning around to look at the woman with the gun.

“Oh shut up and get in for godsakes!” she said as she followed him into the room. He turned back to look at Darla again and the woman gave him a hard shove in the back with the barrel of her gun.

“Now Gordon, see that set of handcuffs on the floor at the foot of the bed? Pick them up and handcuff your right hand to the bed frame.”

He hesitated for a moment.

“Do it!” She screamed, “or I will put a fucking bullet through her head!”

He slowly picked up the handcuffs and attached himself to the end of the bed.

“Now, sit down on the floor...good.”

The woman looked at her prisoners and laughed.

“Isn’t this cosy! Just the three of us. Oh this is going to be great fun.”

“Who the hell are you?” Gordon hissed at her.

The woman shook her head and sighed.

“Gordon, Gordon, Gordon! I am your soulmate. If you’d only gotten your head around that a bit sooner none of us would be in this unfortunate mess.”

“What you are is a psychopath and you won’t get away with this,” he hissed.

“Oh, you think? Look around you Gordon, I pretty much have gotten away with it Sweetheart. By the time I’m finished both your bodies will be charred corpses and everyone will put it down to a suicidal crime of passion. By which time I’ll be safely home watching re-runs of Love on the Wards with a cup of cocoa and a biscuit.”

She smiled at Darla who sat rigid.

“So much for your knight in shining armour eh Darla? He hasn’t done much of a job of rescuing you has he?” She tutted, “men are nothing but disappointment aren’t they? I bet you wish you’d never clapped eyes on him now don't you Honey? But! I’m going to have to get a move on. No time for idle chatter because I’d bet my last bullet that Dr Ramswell here has done something silly like make a call to the police on the way over.”

She threw him a mobile phone.

“Ring whoever it was you called and tell them everything’s fine.”

“I didn’t call anyone.”

The woman sighed theatrically before swinging her gun around to point at Darla. She took a second to aim and pulled the trigger.”

Darla screamed with agony from beneath the tape and slipped into semi-consciousness as the bullet tore through her shoulder.

“Jesus Christ! You fucking bitch!” Gordon cried hysterically, leaping up and pulling at the handcuff that held him to the bed as he vainly tried to grab the woman with his other hand.

“Calm down Gordon or I’ll shoot her again. Now, pick up the phone and call off your guard dog. And you’d better make it believable.”

His hands shaking, Gordon picked up the mobile, entered the phone number and held it to his ear.

“Hi, Warren?” He said after a few seconds. “It’s Gordon, um, look it’s all fine, nothing to worry about, sorry to bother you before,” he said, his voice trembling, “go back to bed...yeah, false alarm, I’m really sorry about that…no look it’s all under control. I’ll talk to you tomorrow and explain everything...yeah, you too…ok, see ya.” He hung up the phone.

“Well done Gordon. That might buy us a little more time for some fun but chances are your policeman friend might still pop around so I guess I’ll have to hurry things along. As you can see Darla’s not up to much more fun. Shame really.”

“ What the hell do you want from us?”

“From ‘us’? What’s this ‘us’? I don’t want anything from her. It’s you, my handsome doctor, that I wanted something from. But that was before, now I just want to punish you.”

“Why for godsakes? What are you hoping to get out of this?”

The woman sighed and stood up, walking over to the bed where Darla sat motionless.

“She looks rather attractive don’t you think, all naked and trussed up? But I guess you’ve seen those tits before now haven’t you. Would you like to watch while I touch her? Would that turn you on?”

She squatted down by the side of the bed and ran her hand up Darla’s leg again then sliding her fingers under the band of her panties. Darla stirred but didn’t move. The intruder slipped her hand down further deeper, pushing her fingers into the folds of Darla’s vagina and rubbed her clitoris. Gordon watched on in disgust and horror. Smiling at him, she pulled her fingers out again and put them in her mouth.

“Let’s see what she tastes like…hmm, sweet, and a bit salty but I guess you know that. How many times has your tongue been in there Gordon? Does she moan when you lick her pussy? I bet she does. Tell me what she tastes like Gordon.”

“Look, she’s going to die if we don’t get her to the hospital. Please, I’ll do whatever you want just let me get her some help.”

Sighing, the woman stood up again and walked backwards until she was against the wall, then slid down until she was sat on the floor facing him, the gun pointed at his face.

“Sweetheart, you just don’t get it. I don’t give a shit about her. If she doesn’t die from the gunshot, she’ll die from the slashes to the wrists later or from the fire when I torch this room with the two of you in it. It’s too late you see Angel. I gave you every chance, I wrote you letter after letter and you never replied even once.”

“Look, I’m really, really sorry about that. I’ll make it up to you I promise. I’ll take you away for a romantic holiday. I’ll do whatever you want just please don’t let her die,” he begged. “I swear to God, if you let us go now we won’t press charges, we’ll forget all about this and you and I can go away together, anywhere you like for as long as you want. I’ll marry you if that’s what you want.”

The woman looked at him thoughtfully.

“Hmmm, that would be so nice wouldn’t it? Just you and me on some romantic Pacific island somewhere.”

“Yes! It’d be fantastic, I promise. We’d be together, just like you want. We can’t be together if you kill me though, can we?”

“Oh I don’t know. How can I trust you Gordon after you’ve let me down so badly?”

“Look,” he pleaded, ignoring her tone. “I swear, I promise, on my life!”

“Tell me you love me.”

“What?”

“You heard! Tell me you love me!”

“I, ah, I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you.” Gordon said, slowly, with as much sincerity as years of acting had taught him.

“Ok, then I want you to kiss me like you mean it.”

“Sh- sure, of course.” He forced a smile.

Crawling over to him on all fours, she pressed the gun to his temple, slowly lowered her face to his and pressed her mouth to his lips and pushed her tongue between his teeth.

Gordon closed his eyes and kissed her back. Her lips were dry and insistent. She pulled away and looked at him.

“Ok, I want you to try that again. I want to feel how much you want me. I want to feel your cock get hard as you kiss me.”

She lowered her mouth to his again and put her free hand on his crotch. Closing his eyes in concentration, Gordon did his best to kiss her like he would a lover. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and licked, he gently sucking her lower lip and tried not to dry retch as she massaged his dick through his jeans.

“I don’t feel much going on downstairs my Love,” she said, pulling away again. Unless you get hard for me soon, I’ll put another bullet in her other shoulder. Or maybe her kneecap, just like in the movies eh?”

“I’m sorry,” Gordon whispered. “I just need a few more minutes. I do want you, I love you and I want to fuck you.”

“That’s better Darling, lets try again then.” And for a third time, the woman pressed her mouth to his, the gun still firmly held at his temple.