MICHAELWe sit, parked up by a diner, James with his eyes fixed on his laptop screen. I stare into space. He glances up at me."What are you thinking about?""What do you imagine?""Well, of course, Charlotte. Something specific?"I stare up into the car roof for a moment, caught between embarrassment, the knowledge that Richard is seated right behind us, and the need to unload some stress."I was thinking about that noise she makes. You know the one, when she´s good and aroused, getting close to coming, sort of a cross between a moan and a wail..."His face twitches and he looks away. "Yeah... it´s a good sound isn´t it...""Shall we move on? See if a different area gives us a signal?""Yes, I think so."BETHI can´t believe it, but we have left our pursuers behind us under the trees. We are in the parking lot of a diner, closed now for the night, but just off the main highway. The forest closes behind us, but ahead, dissolves away to more open ground. In the nig
MICHAEL"Perhaps one of the police cars?" I suggest. "Now that Charlotte knows we´re here, and the police too, maybe she´ll show up."Richard vanishes with Beth, all but holding her upright as she sags into his arms.Will Stanton leans in through the window. "You two happy to stay here, visible? I´ve got patrols out there, looking for her. I think it´s best if you are where she can see you easily."James and I wait...And wait...And Charlotte does not appear. Neither of us wants to suggest the obvious.Eventually, my gut grinding, "Perhaps they caught her again."James nods, looking down, fingers pressing the bridge of his nose. "Perhaps.""Let´s stay until daylight," I suggest. "If she is out there somewhere, and can definitely see that it´s us..."But as the sun rises, and the long morning light draws fingers over the wild land, there is still no sign of her. Neither of us has slept, so Will assigns an officer to drive us back to the City. Richard is there, wa
MICHAELIn the apartment, Charlotte charges straight into the bathroom, strips off, dropping her clothes to the floor as she vanishes into the shower. The clothes are disgusting. I scoop them into a plastic waste bag and dump the lot, hovering over the laundry chute, before settling for the garbage. She herself, even under the clothes, is filthy.In the lounge, James and I wait together. "What´s our line?" he says quietly. "How mad at her are we?"How do I answer that?The woman I love abandoned me and left me numb with fear for her..."Hugs first," I say. "Mad later... Mmmm... I´m just going to take a look at her, now the worst of the dirt should be off. See what state she´s in."With the shower running, dousing herself from the head downwards, facing up into the water stream, she doesn´t hear me enter. On her arms and shoulders, down her thighs, all over her body, she is covered with bruises, just fading to blue and purple. And clean, her face shows more bruising; over on
CHARLOTTESuddenly everything wells up in me, and the tears come again, but now my Master sits beside me on the bed, wrapping his arms around me, kissing my hair. "Shhh... It´s alright. It doesn´t matter. They´re only rings, bits of metal. We´ll get you new ones...""But they´re not just bits of metal, Master... they´re special... and they took them..." He chuckles as he holds me. "Every time I think I´ve got the hang of women, I discover I´m still on Mars and they´re on Venus... Charlotte... The rings are symbols... That´s all. If you come out of what you did with no more damage than that, you should be thankful, not crying... Now... just calm down. We can talk about things properly when you´re ready."All I want is to stay there, in my Master´s arms, letting him rock me, but, "I´d like to do that Master, but there´s things I need to tell you... and Michael and Richard...""Yes, I know. There are things I want to ask you, but we can spare a few minutes." He holds me close,
CHARLOTTERichard sits with Beth, across the table from me, his eyes glancing across at Michael and my Master. My Master looks relaxed, almost happy. Michael is distant, cool, and has barely spoken to me. Richard´s gaze on me is warm. "Charlotte, um, I know you have issues with James and Michael here, over what you did. And I can understand that entirely. But for myself, I am grateful beyond words for what you did. I´ll not forget it."I nod as Richard pauses, letting his words sink in, then, "If you´re feeling up to it now, can you tell us more about what happened?"My Master speaks. "Charlotte, you said there were some things you need to tell us? And we all need to know why you didn´t want us to speak to the police. Richard here wasn´t very happy when I told him that he couldn´t discuss with Will Stanton what was happening...""I´m sorry about that, but Klempner knew too many things that he shouldn´t have..."Richard interrupts. "Klempner? Who´s Klempner?""Lawrence Kl
MICHAELRichard talks for some time to Charlotte. And how can I blame him? By any measure, she saved Beth. And Beth is his. But Charlotte´s success is bitter-sweet for me. Now that we have her back, I find myself dwelling on the sheer abandon of her actions. She left James and I behind, apparently without a thought. I need to talk with her, and I wait for my moment, for some privacy with her. Richard leaves with Beth, James joining them to discuss what Charlotte has said, and what to do next."Charlotte, while it´s just you and me, there´s something I need to say to you."She looks at me, pale-faced, her green eyes vivid. She knows I´m not happy."I understand that you did what you did for good reason. Beth´s your friend, and you felt you had to help her, but she´s not the only person in your life. James and I both made it completely clear that we didn´t want you to do anything rash, and you simply ignored our wishes. What you did was horribly unfair to both me and James.
CHARLOTTE"How are you feeling now?" asks my Master. "Better now that you´ve caught up on some sleep?""Mmm, yes. Much better thanks.""Come and sit with me." He holds out a welcoming arm, inviting me to the couch with him.I join him, trying not to wince as, stiffly, I sit."Charlotte. Is something wrong?"I bite back against the pain. "I´m fine, Master."He watches me. "No, you´re not. What´s the matter?"What do I say?"Michael... punished me..."He stares at me, his expression unbelieving. "Michael? Punished you? What did he do?"I don´t know what to say, so I remain silent, trying not to chew my lip.His faces changes, clouding over. "Stand up. Show me yourself." Still, I hesitate. "Charlotte! Do as I say. I want to see."I try stagger upright, but my thigh and buttock muscles are bruised and stiff.My Master stands, helping me up, then lifting my skirt, he pulls away my panties, looking at the raw welts, He draws a long sigh, his body stiffening. "Mich
MICHAELJames and I descend the stairs at speed. At every floor, black smoke surges and curls on to other side of glass plating.Outside is a chaos of police cars, armed officers, fire engines, medical workers and ambulances, but oddly, very few other people. Will Stanton, the Police Commissioner, is there, shouting instructions. A familiar face in a squad car, Corby, who first bungled the interview with Charlotte, looks to be relaying messages from the car, and a large area is cordoned off, police widening the cordon as we watch. Above us, is the clip-clip of helicopter blades moving in on the upper floors of the office block.Where are all the people? The office workers... Trapped?Richard is here, by Will, phone to his ear. Seeing us, he gestures us over, then waves up at the ´copters. "There´s help on the way to the girls. Don´t worry.""Where is everyone?" I ask. "I thought they´d be teeming out..."Richard almost laughs. "There´s almost nobody in there, Michael. With