Chapter 17
Leah screamed out in horror as Jeff fell to the floor and didn’t move. But she was soon silenced when he grabbed her again and pulled her up to him forcefully.
“Now. Time for you to pay for what you did to me.” He hissed at her as he grabbed her ass and pushed her painfully against his groin.
“NO!! Please.” She begged him. He showed her no mercy as he threw her onto the sofa. He walked to Jeff, who still lay motionless on the floor, blood dripping from the back of his head onto the carpet. He dragged him up right and grabbed a pair of Leah’s tights from the clothesbasket next to him. He tied Jeff’s hands behind his back, he got a another pair of tights this trying them around his head, and threw his mouth, preventing him from speaking if he came around. The masked man then got out a length of rope from the back pocket of his trousers; with this he tied Jeff’s feet together.
Leah watched in horror and fear on the sofa as she watched him come back over to her. He was undoing the belt on his trousers as Leah edged away from him on the sofa but he caught her ankle and ran the barrel of the gun up her inside leg. He stopped when he reached the bottom of her skirt. He knelt onto the edge of the sofa leaning his upper body over the scared Leah that lay on the sofa.
He dropped his head and bit painfully on her neck she tried to scream put nothing came out of her mouth. As he went to pull her skirt down he put the gun on the floor and Leah saw her chance. She pretended to start to enjoy his torture. She ran her hand seductively up his arms and rested them on his shoulders; she made a few groans and rubbed her hips against his. His grip on her loosened and she brought her knees up in between his legs. His tongue moved slowly over her sore neck to her lips, she wouldn’t let him kiss her she just began to suck o his neck. His whole body relax against her as she worked her old trick she remembered from when they were dating. When he had let his guard down Leah pushed him of her and onto the floor with force. He immediately went for the gun but she kicked it aside, as he went to grab her she got of the sofa and kicked his crotch as hard as she could, he shrieked out in pain as she made contact with him.
He curled up into as ball as she ran to Jeff who was still out of it, she shook him and even slapped him across they face but he made no signs of waking. She screamed as the recovering masked man recovered.
“You will live to regret that bitch.” He hissed as he grabbed the gun and kicked her away from Jeff. Leah tried to back away from him. She looked into his eye that were made of stone, no sign of remorse, no sign of the love he said he once had for her.
“Please, please leave me.” She begged as she backed into the wall.
“Too late for that.” He said as his gun met the middle of her forehead. “Get up.” He demanded. Leah co-operated and got to her feet. He pushed her up against the wall and thumped her in the stomach. She went to hold her stomach but he grabbed her and hit her again and again, she screamed out in pain only to be silence by a slap across the face. This time her let her fall to the floor but only so he could kick her. She tried to curl up and protect herself but she couldn’t, tears flowed from her eyes, she screamed each time his boot met her side.
Jeff’s eyes slowly opened to the sound of screaming, Leah’s screaming. He went to get up but found his arms and legs tied. His mouth was gagged. He looked at his feet, the carpet around them was covered with broke glass, vases and china. He immediately looked up and saw the gunman standing by a shelf of ornaments with one in hand. His eyes followed it as it flew through the air across the room. He froze as it hit Leah, who lay huddled against the wall, her body covered in blood. Her face hidden in hands that were covered in her blood. Jeff struggled against his ties but he was immediately face to face with the masked man.
“Welcome back Jeff. But I don’t think we need you here.” He hissed into Jeff’s ear as Jeff’s eyes looked over to the pleading ones he saw through Leah’s hands. He felt a twinge in his heart as he watched the physco walk back to Leah’s bloody and battered body, gun in hand.
“Jeff watched as he pulled Leah to her feet. To his surprise and delight Leah found the strength in her weakened body to knee him in the crotch again. He doubled over and the gun fired into the wall. Leah screamed and hurried to Jeff’s side where she dropped to his side fiddling with the tights that held his hands together. Her blurry eyes made it hard to tell what she was doing. When she had got them lose enough Jeff wriggled his hands out and began to untie his feet as Leah pulled the gag from his mouth. Before either could say anything the masked man had the gun to Leah’s head. He pulled her up and pushed her roughly on the sofa. Jeff stood up, limping on his left leg and he tried to jump the guy from behind but he turned around and caught Jeff and pointed the gun at him. Jeff didn’t flinch, his breathing became heavy but he didn’t take his of the man standing in front of him. Jeff briefly looked over at Leah’s bloody body, which lay on the sofa, that was all it needed for the heartless gunman to grab Jeff and push him down onto the sofa. Jeff fell back with a thud hitting the back of his head, which already throbbed from the blow of the metal bar, on the wall behind the sofa. After he regained straight vision he reached over to Leah and pulled her against him. She was cold, bloody, scared and crying. A smirk crossed the masked mans features through his balaclava as he watched the doomed couple on the sofa before him. He sat on the coffee table and stared at them as Leah cried against Jeff and Jeff did his best to calm her as well as keeping one eye on the gunman.
After five long minutes of the gun being pointed at Jeff and Leah, he spoke. “I think I wan to play a game with you both. It’s not a very nice game, for you anyway, but I think you’ll both play with me won’t you?” he asked in his sickly threatening voice.
Leah looked up at Jeff who looked down at her. He nodded, but Leah had lost too much blood to be certain of what was going on but she nodded.
“Good. It’s a guessing game. Jeff, you go first. Who am I? And know asking the bitch!” he snarled. Jeff didn’t know, how could he? Leah had never told him. “And I forgot, if you get it wrong, you die, it’s a simple as that.” Jeff swallowed hard as he feared his future. Leah slid her arm behind his back and began to draw letters.
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