breath on the floor. He twigged what his boss was on about. ‘Oh yes please.’
Sarah Hardcastle also cottoned on and she started to plead. ‘No, no please, you don’t need to do this.’
‘Oh we do.’ Lonny replied. ‘You need to learn to shut your filthy mouth.’
‘Oh God please no.’ She could see Archie unzipping his jeans. Sarah tried to get up, there was no way she was letting that little grunt anywhere near her.
Gold took her legs away from under her and she crashed to the ground. ‘Stay down and open your legs like a whore.’ He growled.
‘Please I beg you, you don’t need to do this.’
‘Okay.’ Gold agreed. ‘We will get your daughter instead. A bit younger and a bit firmer.’ He turned to Archie. ‘Fancy the young 'un?’
‘God yes.’ Archie was nearing a state of frenzy.
Gold then knelt down next to Sarah and whispered in her ear. ‘And we will both ride her, me and the boy and when we have finished riding her she won’t ever get back up.’ He then kissed her on the cheek.
Sarah looked into Gold’s dead eyes, she said nothing, there was nothing she could say or do, there was no alternative.
‘Now be a good whore and open your legs for the boy.’ Gold glanced down and slowly she opened her legs.
Lonny looked up at Archie. ‘Go on then my young champ, claim your prize.
Lonny left the barn and walked over to his two bound captives and lit up the cigarette he had earlier put back in the box, he threw the spent match at the bound and gagged Rossiter.
Back inside the large barn three minutes of savage carnal bliss for Archie was a lifetime of hurt and anguish for Sarah. They both left the barn in silence, Archie adjusting his jeans and grinning at Lonny and Sarah three paces behind him looking ten years older than she had a few minutes earlier.
The women now all sat in the back of the truck in shock and they wondered what the alternative was to staying with this sociopath and his two lap dogs. To try and go it alone and risk getting torn apart by the infected? Every one of them was too scared to leave the truck, they were now prisoners of fear, the worst kind of prisoner there was.
Lonny Gold handed a flaming torch to Harry James. ‘Are they now in the barn?’
Harry James nodded, surprisingly Charles Rossiter and his sister had put up no fight whilst being tied up and moved to the barn, the body of the son was also thrown in limply next to them. Janet had made no reference to her daughter and perhaps she knew she would be signing her death warrant by asking for her. Maybe she was safer under the radar and with the women.
‘Archie, torch the house.’ Lonny then watched on as the boy threw petrol soaked rags in every window.
Harry watched too his mind racing with the events that had taken place in the early evening. Things had escalated out of control so fast, faster than his mind could really comprehend. Lonny then pointed to the animal sheds.
‘Burn them Harry.’
‘The animals boss?’
‘Yes the fucking animals. I want them all dead, I want the owners dead, most of all I want the whole place burnt to the ground erased from the map. No one, I repeat no one fucks with me and lives to talk about it.’
All three of them set about their business and soon Wisteria Hall was a blazing inferno.
Chapter Eight.
Amber Meadows pushed her hand through the hole in the wall she had created and felt around, it was smooth. Another crash from the landing made her turn around and she could see the shadows getting ever closer. Soon grandad and Elaine Smith, the woman with the stinky dog would be in the loft with her. Amber knew that wouldn’t be a good thing.
She peered through to the other side and could see some dusty old cardboard boxes and an old wedding dress hanging from a rusty hook. There was a large window in the roof and she could make out some congealed spray snow around the edges, it all looked very odd. Another noise came from the landing and Amber knew she
Sarah Hardcastle also cottoned on and she started to plead. ‘No, no please, you don’t need to do this.’
‘Oh we do.’ Lonny replied. ‘You need to learn to shut your filthy mouth.’
‘Oh God please no.’ She could see Archie unzipping his jeans. Sarah tried to get up, there was no way she was letting that little grunt anywhere near her.
Gold took her legs away from under her and she crashed to the ground. ‘Stay down and open your legs like a whore.’ He growled.
‘Please I beg you, you don’t need to do this.’
‘Okay.’ Gold agreed. ‘We will get your daughter instead. A bit younger and a bit firmer.’ He turned to Archie. ‘Fancy the young 'un?’
‘God yes.’ Archie was nearing a state of frenzy.
Gold then knelt down next to Sarah and whispered in her ear. ‘And we will both ride her, me and the boy and when we have finished riding her she won’t ever get back up.’ He then kissed her on the cheek.
Sarah looked into Gold’s dead eyes, she said nothing, there was nothing she could say or do, there was no alternative.
‘Now be a good whore and open your legs for the boy.’ Gold glanced down and slowly she opened her legs.
Lonny looked up at Archie. ‘Go on then my young champ, claim your prize.
Lonny left the barn and walked over to his two bound captives and lit up the cigarette he had earlier put back in the box, he threw the spent match at the bound and gagged Rossiter.
Back inside the large barn three minutes of savage carnal bliss for Archie was a lifetime of hurt and anguish for Sarah. They both left the barn in silence, Archie adjusting his jeans and grinning at Lonny and Sarah three paces behind him looking ten years older than she had a few minutes earlier.
The women now all sat in the back of the truck in shock and they wondered what the alternative was to staying with this sociopath and his two lap dogs. To try and go it alone and risk getting torn apart by the infected? Every one of them was too scared to leave the truck, they were now prisoners of fear, the worst kind of prisoner there was.
Lonny Gold handed a flaming torch to Harry James. ‘Are they now in the barn?’
Harry James nodded, surprisingly Charles Rossiter and his sister had put up no fight whilst being tied up and moved to the barn, the body of the son was also thrown in limply next to them. Janet had made no reference to her daughter and perhaps she knew she would be signing her death warrant by asking for her. Maybe she was safer under the radar and with the women.
‘Archie, torch the house.’ Lonny then watched on as the boy threw petrol soaked rags in every window.
Harry watched too his mind racing with the events that had taken place in the early evening. Things had escalated out of control so fast, faster than his mind could really comprehend. Lonny then pointed to the animal sheds.
‘Burn them Harry.’
‘The animals boss?’
‘Yes the fucking animals. I want them all dead, I want the owners dead, most of all I want the whole place burnt to the ground erased from the map. No one, I repeat no one fucks with me and lives to talk about it.’
All three of them set about their business and soon Wisteria Hall was a blazing inferno.
Chapter Eight.
Amber Meadows pushed her hand through the hole in the wall she had created and felt around, it was smooth. Another crash from the landing made her turn around and she could see the shadows getting ever closer. Soon grandad and Elaine Smith, the woman with the stinky dog would be in the loft with her. Amber knew that wouldn’t be a good thing.
She peered through to the other side and could see some dusty old cardboard boxes and an old wedding dress hanging from a rusty hook. There was a large window in the roof and she could make out some congealed spray snow around the edges, it all looked very odd. Another noise came from the landing and Amber knew she
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