"Look Sarah I need the stuff on that disk", said Peter. "It's very important to me. What about a deal. You can have this house. There you are. I couldn't be more generous than that could I?"

"You've wrecked goodness knows how many businesses with your board room tactics and infernal viruses, you've lost people their homes and savings and I'm willing to bet that those toughies outside are a regular feature of your activities. How can I give you back the thing that might just be able to stop you".

Peter smiled cynically.

"You've got most of it but you've missed out one thing. It's my daughter that's screwing your husband. She's my inside operative - so to speak. You never stood a chance. You're just totally outmanoeuvred".

And you are the most unprincipled man I have ever met.

"Shall I slug her again dad", suggested Terry hopefully.

"It's crude but it seems we have no choice", mused Peter.

It was the matter of fact way he said it that made Sarah's blood run cold. He obviously didn't care what happened.

"Or better still, why don't I give her one in the bedroom first to soften her up - she owes me one. You wouldn't mind would you dad?"

"Son, after all the trouble she's caused me, I'll hold her down for you. Perhaps you can screw some sense into her. I'll help you get her into the bedroom".

"You bet!", said Terry enthusiastically.

To Sarah the conversation was surreal. It was like something from a film - a very nasty spaghetti western or gangster film. The thin veneer of respectability had disappeared revealing the true image of man. Brutal, callous and uncaring. As woman had done throughout time, probably equally pointlessly, she screamed and didn't stop screaming until Terry rammed the remains of her torn knickers into her mouth.

They secured her to the bed face down. Her clothes scattered around the room where they had been flung.

A pretty sight sneered Peter out of breath but approving. Believe me son, it's what she does best apart from cause trouble. I've almost a mind to have a go myself.

"Awe dad you promised".

"But, as in everything, I'm a man of my word, son. She's all yours. Give me a yell when you've finished and we'll see if she wants to talk before we try something different. 'Til then, enjoy boy!"

Sarah heard the sound of the door closing and then the swish of the spotty youth's clothes being removed.

"Such a lovely body", he sniggered. He stroked her from neck to thigh and then pulled at some hairs between her legs to make her squirm and wriggle.

Abruptly, his full weight descended onto her.

Sarah's back arched and she strained against the string that held her to the bed.

It cut into her wrists and she felt blood ooze down her arm.

Then she could feel him large against the cheeks between her thighs.

A red haze floated before her eyes engulfing her as she began the distancing process. If she was not part of herself then she would not feel the pain, not feel the revulsion and corruption.

Already, she felt better. There was no longer the weight on her back. No longer she felt him probing and pushing to enter her. Even the string attaching her to the bed seemed looser. In her imagination, she could hear friendly voices in the room. In hell she had found solace.

"Sarah! Open your eyes. It's all over, you're safe".