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“She’s stunning, Mr Steele, I have always thought Oliver was a very fortunate man,” he replies with a serious expression.
“Perhaps you don’t think he is worthy of her?” Carl smiles then finally looks over at Chad, who coughs nervously into his fist. “We all know what he did to her not long ago.” I watch Chad as he frowns, looking pensive, as though he doesn’t know how to answer that without it resulting badly for him. “Come, Chad, we’re all friends here! Oliver beat, kicked, strangled, and caused internal bleeding to my beautiful granddaughter. Surely, you don’t believe he deserves her, do you?”
“No,” he eventually answers, then looks at me in such a way I have to turn away from him. “I have never thought he was good enough for your granddaughter.”
“Maybe you thought you were?” he questions him like it’s perfectly reasonable for Chad to think such a thing. “And, perhaps last night you wanted to show her; to prove what a better lover you would be?”
“I’m sorry, Mr Steele, I didn’t-”
“Why don’t you show her now?” Carl says, forcing us both to look up at him in shock.
“Grandfather?” I gasp desperately.
“Look at her, Chad,” he says toward the pale-looking man, “she is so young, so firm, so voluptuous! Her grandmother was just as beautiful, you know, and when I took her…” His eyes roll back as he kisses his fingers like a cliché chef. My breathing picks up as a myriad of feelings mix together into a bile inducing cocktail. “Her cunt was so tight, so sweet, I can get a hard on just over the memory of it!”
Oh, fuck me, what the hell is this?!
“Please, Grandfather!” I gasp with my breathing nearing the point of passing out, but he simply silences me with his hand and a stern expression on his grotesque face.
“Go to her, Chad,” he says darkly, “go and sample her before Oliver arrives. We have time.”
“No, I can’t, I-” Chad flusters as he now looks torn between lust, horror, and complete fear of Carl.
“Nonsense, I insist. She is my blood and I’m giving you permission. Go, touch, lick, bite, fuck…” he says, gesturing his hand out toward me. I freeze as Chad shakily gets to his feet and walks over to me with hooded eyes and an obvious bulge in his trousers.
“Chad,” I cry as I release a few tears, “please, don’t…”
“Silence!” Carl snaps. “A Mayfield woman does as she’s told, and she does it silently! I am giving you to my friend.”
Chad bends down in front of me and places the palm of his hand roughly onto my breast. I begin to whimper uncontrollably, all the while feeling completely unable to process what the hell is happening right now. He then shoves his tongue inside of my mouth while he crawls on top of me, digging his erection against the apex of my thighs. He groans and thrusts against me so forcefully, it hurts. Before I can make sense of it, his hands are all over me at once. I try to push him away, for my fight or flight survival instincts have now kicked in, and I can’t not do anything to stop this animal from trying to take me against my will.
“Calm, Beth, calm! Let me show you how I can love you so much better than him,” he tries to soothe me, but only terrifies me even more.
“No!” I shout. “Get off of me, I don’t want this!”
“Come on, baby,” he says through clenched teeth, now holding my hands in a vice like grip above my head while he tries to unbutton his fly one-handed. “I will make it so good for us!”
“Help!” I shout with a blood curdling scream.
Before I can process anything, blood spurts out all over my face, and the man trying to sexually assault me is screaming in agony. Only then do I register that my ears are ringing from the aftereffects of a gun being fired at close range. Blood continues to spray over my face, and it doesn’t stop until Chad is pulled away from me and slung to the floor with a loud thump. I turn to see Oliver standing at the end of the sofa with a murderous expression and a smoking gun clutched inside of his hand. He eyes me briefly before turning to point it back toward Chad, all the while my grandfather continues to sit comfortably in his armchair, watching with clear amusement all over his face.
“What took you so long, Oliver?” he asks calmly from the chair. “My poor granddaughter had to endure him actually touching her.”
“Don’t tempt me to shoot the motherfucker in the head, Carl!” Oliver growls through his teeth.
Carl simply laughs softly to himself, just as Oliver finally puts the gun back into the holster beneath his jacket. He then grabs my hand and pulls me up to wrap inside of his arms, shushing me when I begin crying against his shoulder. I hate the fact he might be misconstruing my shock with genuine affection; however, I have to admit, I’ve never been so pleased to see him.
“Well, I think both men have learned their lessons today, Beth,” Carl says to me, ignoring the fact that I’m trembling and in a complete state of shock and tears. “Now, it’s time for you to go home and give Oliver what he wants, what he needs. Oliver, I will deal with Mr Marsdon.”
Carl proceeds to take hold of a gun he had hidden beneath his own jacket and slowly walks over to a quivering Chad. Without any expression or words, he places the barrel to his temple and pulls the trigger. I had turned away before he completed the act, effectively cutting Chad’s life short by several decades, and screamed at the sound. Oliver squeezes me more tightly into his side, which only causes me to cry even harder and nearly fall to my knees. Oliver wastes no time in picking me up and carrying me away from the room, straight to the front door where I spy his car already waiting for us. Leo stands to the side to let us through, but must see that I’m now covered in Chad’s blood, for he looks absolutely horrified.
“Mr Lawrence, does she need a-” Leo begins.
“No, she is fine!” Oliver replies tightly before placing me inside the back of the car where I huddle into the fetal position. Oliver climbs in next to me and closes the central parting so that Leo and the driver can no longer hear or see us. “Shush, baby, shh. I’m here now, darling, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”
“You hurt me Oliver,” I breathe out through trembling lips, “you nearly killed me!”
“That’s not going to happen again,” he says as he pinches my chin firmly between his finger and thumb, “because you’re going to do as you’re told, and I’m going to make sure you love me. Then I won’t have to lose my temper with you. Remember, Beth, I am your husband and I know what’s best for you!”