Part Twelve: No Title for this one yet.

Dread filled Nigel’s heart and he repeatedly began to pound his fists against the cold metal of the trunk hood. He had felt helpless many times when out in the thick of some dangerous job with Sydney, but never more than he did now. He was surrounded by blackness, even with his eyes wide open he could not see, and the moment he heard Sydney cry out he lost it... he had to get to her! He had kicked his boots hard against the backseat more than a few times, and amazingly, it gradually began to give...

Barry had pistol-whipped Sydney so hard across her face he knocked her unconscious. He knew there would be no other way of taming this unique, wild creature. It didn’t take him long to carry her near-weightless body into the church and lay her out across the pulpit stage. Taking the handcuffs he pulled her arms above her head and joined them together, anchoring them to a large, wooden prayer box.

He got down beside her and brushed her long raven tresses from her eyes, then ran the back of his hand along her reddened cheek. There was a terrible blue welt, but that was of no matter to him. She was still so very beautiful...more beautiful now than when she was cognisant. There wouldn’t be any of that irritating yapping to hinder his ultimate quest. After tying her ankles together he got up and began to prepare.

Sydney drifted in and out, not sure what was real or what was reality. Where was he? "Nigel..." She was so weak and her head hurt terribly, but she managed to call out for the one person she knew could help her. When she tried to move, she panicked... "Wha-where am I?" Every which way she tugged was met with a restriction.

"Wonderful, you’re back." His tone was mocking.

Blinking her eyes open slowly, she was greeted to two or three dozen white candles of all shapes and sizes lit in a circle around her, and she was flat on her back at the front of the sanctuary. Barry stepped up to her and looked down, his face a perplexing mix of insanity and rage. Sydney swallowed hard, unable to find her tongue.

"He can’t help you now, and stop struggling Sydney, this isn’t going to hurt." Barry turned his back to her and picked up the spear, cradling it like something truly precious, and it was.

"When I...when I get my...hands on...you..."

"You won’t, so stop wasting your energy. I know all about your skills as a fighter, and I didn’t take any chances." He squatted down and smiled sweetly, but to Sydney it was so very ugly. He settled a large heavy hand at her neck, then pulled his fingers around to her bare shoulder, having taken the liberty of loosening her sweater while she remained docile. Sydney felt as if she were going to die... Her skin was crawling and she desperately wanted to scream, but wasn’t about to give him the sick satisfaction. All she could do was sob inwardly while Barry fed on his twisted desires. Women always seemed to be more attractive to him when they were angry, crying or petrified. This one was no exception, but she still refused to break down into tears for his benefit, noticing how every so often how her whole body would tremble.

Nigel kept hammering away at the back seat, praying for a way out, a reprieve... an absolution. Again and again he kicked at the confines of this oxygen deprived hell, and his chest heaved while the air seemed to get thinner and thinner. Finally, to his shock, the back seat finally gave way and he was free! Cool fresh air rushed in across his face like a splash of water and he almost started to hyperventilate. No, No I can’t let that happen, he thought, his mind on Sydney and what that animal was probably doing to her right now! Get a grip Nigel... He knew something had happened, he knew Sydney was not able to defend herself this time. It wasn’t like her to cry out like she did, then there be nothing but silence. There was only one place Barry could have taken her...Nigel crawled out on his hands and knees, and opening the door, tumbled out onto the ground. After that hellish ride and the punishment his body took, he painstakingly picked himself up and staggered towards the church, intent on making Barry Nelson very sorry he picked on Nigel Bailey...

Go to Part Thirteen.


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