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"Now let's summarise the facts". He ticked the points off on his fingers. "You don't know where you are, you have no means of escape and we rather think you wouldn't want to the authorities. So why don't you cut out any unnecessary unpleasantness and start talking to us." He looked down his nose at his finger nails again and then focused back to Sarah - rat hard eyes gleaming like ice. Cold fingers ran down her spine. "Alternatively," he continued, "we can get quite annoyed and hurt you - a little bit - or, better still, a lot. It depends on how long it takes. Nothing lasting you will be glad to know. There will be no marks. You won't be able to prove anything". He smiled sadistically - pausing as he enjoyed the thought. "In fact we will spend quite a long time hurting you. A posh person, like you, would probably call it 'torture' - but what's in a word. Then, while you ache and hurt and suffer and have time to think about things, we'll go and get some food - I quite fancy a curry." He added this, as an after thought. He didn't seem angry or cross. The way he spoke indicated that this was everyday business to him. He made his speech as a matter of boring fact, but with a quiet viciousness. He loved examining his fingernails as he spoke and gazing down his pointed nose as if she was a specimen. "Then we'll come back", he said, flatly "and do it all again - and again - and again until there is nothing more important to you than the pain and indignity stopping. Then you will tell us everything you know just like all the others have. You'll do anything to persuade us to let you go and then all the pain will have been pointless.". He had leaned forward as he spoke and now shouted these last words at her. His face suffused and red. The words raining across at her like blows. Then he wrenched his head sideways and ducked as the ashtray Sarah had hurled missed his head by inches. In one movement, Sarah reached down and grasped the coffee table by its wooden top. With a high pitched squeal, she swung it hard against the window but watched with horror as it bounced off leaving no impression. The loud crash brought the second man to action and with a brief glance of agreement, they advanced on her together. Then she was fighting with them, struggling, scratching, kicking and screaming. She got in a good kick to pasty face where it clearly hurt a lot. He raised his fist to punch her in the face but Ferret Eyes held the hand back. For a reason that didn't quite seem clear in the melee, she found this slightly comforting. Ferret face didn't want her face marked. It made little difference anyway. The struggle was over in minutes. Pasty Face pushed her arms high between her shoulder blades and Ferret Face took up a position in front of her and punched her hard in the stomach. It was obviously a well-practised routine. She fell back again onto the couch and lay there retching and fighting for breath. Waves of nausea flooded over her. Long minutes passed until gradually she breathed again and the pain subsided. Twisting her head sideways, she glared up at them eyes blinded with tears. Sick with humiliation, her senses dazed. The deadly situation was completely unreal. Ferret face stood back and contemptuously sleeked his dark greasy hair towards the back of his head with his hand. From an inside pocket of his jacket he pulled a thick piece of rope. It looked as if it should be holding tarpaulin down on a lorry. He reached down , rubbing it gently against her cheek enjoying the panic in her eyes. |
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