Hey kids! So be honest, you didn't see that last one coming did you? I know,I know, I'm a big stupid meanie face. But then again would you have me any other way? Sorry I left you hanging so long, so here it is at long last. Now i am saying this outright, i plan to take a bit of time off for a project i am working on, and a vacation with family so it's gonna be a bit before i get done, but i plan to drop two stories very very soon. Chapter four of this and chapter five of by the horns. i already have the layouts down so i can just go dead into them once I'm ready to go. have some patience and you shall be rewarded kids! ENJOY THE SHOW!
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Terry was petrified as he heard the door start to open. Though Char's soft lips had calmed him temporarily, the fear of coming back to his own personal hell was starting to get to him. The lock slid into place loudly and every noise the familiar device made caused another shake to come to him. The large hand of Char found his and the squeeze she gave it provided him with the strength to face the demons that were on the other side.
Jenny opened the door and there was Terry. Her face became a sneer as she saw her errant brother. Her face became the same obnoxious sneer it was before she launched into him. The malice in her shrill voice was on full bore as she tore into him.
"Where the fuck have you been Terry! Vonte's gonna have your..." she began to say, but a loud throat clearing stopped her dead in her tracks.
Jenny's eyes found the source of the sound and when they did her neck was forced to crane back to see the whole spectacle of Charmel standing next to him. Up and up Jenny's eyes traveled till they met the firm jaw and scowling lips. And slower still they found the hard face of a quite stunning woman, but her beauty was marred by a scowl that drained the will from Jenny. The burning eyes that bore into her caused Jenny to stop her tirade in mid-sentence. The unspoken threat of pain or worse made her stand still and tremble a bit.
"Step aside,' Char said plainly.
"Um...who...who are you?' Jenny stammered out trying to keep herself firm.
Char's eyes bore directly into hers and she took a step forward that brought her to within inches of Jenny. The fear in the smaller woman's eyes became apparent almost immediately as Char towered over her and crossed her arms. While not heavy in muscle, the tone of her arms was clear as was the tightness of her belly as she breathed evenly. The threat of pain hung silently between Char and Jenny and after a few long seconds of the display Char finally spoke.
"I am the one who is coming into this house and getting Terry's things. The men behind me are going to help Terry pack. Then, we are going to leave and it's not your fucking business as to where we are going,' Char said sternly.
Jenny unconsciously moved her hand from the door and when she did Char walked right by her and purposely slammed into her shoving her out of the way with her large frame. Jenny was shoved to the side and her back impacted the clock next to the door.
The two men saw the spectacle and grinned as they began to enter. Emil put his hand on Terry's back and guided him into the room. Walking into the house both men actually felt that the house was beautiful and could be considered inviting,but as soon as they saw Terry reaction and how he began to tremble so badly that Emil had to move him along, it made them think otherwise. The company walked towards the main area of the landing when Char stopped and turned to face Terry. She saw the scared rabbit he was and it made her walk to him and put her hands on either side of his face.
"Where is your room?" she asked softly.
His head and eyes moved to the up and right and Char nodded her head. She looked to Emil who nodded and walked with Terry towards the stairs. As the two made the landing loud footfalls made the devil's presence known.
Vonte stomped through the house after hearing the noise at the door. He was in the study at the time going over his own work when he heard a commotion. As his feet brought him to the main foyer his eyes caught sight of Terry.
"Boy where the fuck you been?!" he roared at Terry then saw the man with him, "And who the fuck is this motherfucker!"
Emil heard the challenge and turned to face the man. As he did he stood at his full height and threw his shoulders back. Emil was no stranger to combat as he served five years in Iraq and one in Afghanistan. He was a former Force Recon Marine and as such his training was the hardest the Marine Corps had to offer. From weapons to explosives he was well trained, but in hand to hand combat he and Meyerson had few equals. Both were not just well schooled in the martial arts, they were also instructors to their former units in the same arts.
What Vonte didn't see was in the simple motions he had rolled his shoulders loosening them and set his feet to move at a moment's notice. He also positioned himself between Vonte and Terry in a typical bodyguard style. The wordless gaze he gave Vonte was all that was said between the two. Vonte took a step forward, then saw he had other guests.
Char saw Vonte for the first time and she was not impressed. He was maybe five ten if that and looked to be of a moderate build. He had a tone, but not much else. His skin was as dark as hers, but she saw his face and it almost made her laugh. She made herself known to him and without warning to him, or the men with her, by stalking right up to him.
Vonte saw just enough out of the corner of his eye to look at her and when he did he saw the biggest woman he had ever seen in his life stomping right up to him. While that was nothing to give him pause, the fiery look in her eyes was enough to stop him dead in his tracks. The second she got into his personal space she stood fully over him and her eyes tore into his soul.
"Who the fuck are you?' he asked indignantly and showed he was not afraid.
"Who the fuck are you?" Char mocked back.
"This is my fucking house bitch and you don't need to be here,' Vonte said plainly as he worked himself to a fury.
Char saw he was trying to work himself into a fighting mode and with that she reacted before he could.
"This may be your house, but Terry isn't,' she said plainly and an evil smile came to her face.
"The fuck that bitch isn't!" Vonte said and stepped forward, only to be rocked back as Char's hand found his shoulders and shoved him with more force than he thought imaginable.
Char hadn't expected to react like that, but the moment he got too close she decided to let him know of whom he was fucking with. The sheer power came from her whole soul as she sent him stumbling backwards. The second he was upright she had her hands on her hips and the glaring eyes promised far worse if he should get too close again.
"Bitch I oughta..." he started to say, but Char was quick to cut him off.
"If anyone here is the bitch, it would be you. You bitch ass punk!" she exclaimed and Meyerson moved as silently as a ghost around to the side of Vonte.
Vonte heard the taunt and he stormed right at Char, but Char didn't budge and inch. She met him halfway and the two of them slammed into each other. Their bodies crashed into each others with a loud thud, but Char was more than equal to the task. Her larger frame gave her leverage over him and as soon she met his body she brought her large hands up and found his waist. With an application of force and a twist she bent sideways and hip tossed Vonte to the floor.
The loud thud shook the air and left Terry with his eyes open wide. For the first time in his life Terry saw Vonte getting pushed around and it shocked him. After nearly a year and a half of torment, torture and abuse, Terry couldn't help but shrink away. As he did Char was standing straight and her face was in a contorted snarl. The look was very scary and Terry stopped shrinking.
"Look at you now bitch! On your fucking ass! Get back up! You have been beating on people smaller than you too long. Did your punk ass forget how to fight someone that could defend their selves? You fucking bitch, get the fuck up! I really do not want to do this the easy way." Char roared and threw her hands up in a taunting gesture.
Vonte was on his backside looking up as she said that. He scrambled to his feet and as he did he couldn't help but notice that the man from the stairs was not where he was supposed to be. Vonte didn't stop his motion as he ran straight at Char his fist cocked back to slug. His fist shot forward and Char saw it. She was about to react when the man behind Vonte suddenly did. His fist was intercepted behind his body leaving Vonte dangerously exposed. The first sign Vonte was in danger was when his arm stayed behind him and wouldn't go forward. The second thing was when he suddenly felt a body next to him and his feet became slack. His whole world got put on its head as he went backwards over a solid body and landed firmly on his face and chest. His composure was thrown totally off by the dizzying move, but then his day took a painful turn. As he got his bearing about him a strong arm snaked across his neck and locked tight.
Vonte found himself hoisted up violently and before he could regain his composure the arm hooked in deep then was joined by another arm behind his neck. Like a snake the arms constricted and the flow of precious oxygenated blood began to flow slower and slower to Vonte's brain. As soon as that happened he was slammed down on his ass and the other man dug into the choke hold by digging his head deep into the nape of Vonte's neck. Emil had the rear naked coke sunk in deep and as much as Vonte tried to move, he couldn't get away as Emil was on his knees behind him angling Vonte's head down. The flow of blood stopping made Vonte's face burn brightly as he struggled for the last few seconds before his world would go black.
Char saw the move from start to finish and it made a part of her excited. She watched how Emil had gotten behind him and left Vonte unaware of his presence. Then she saw as he caught his punch and turn it into a throw and choke combination. Seeing Vonte in such a dangerous position made her do something she normally would not have done. She took the opportunity to get right in his face making sure she was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.
"Well now, lookie what we got here! A punk ass bitch that's about to find out what it's like to be a victim. Isn't this fun?" Char purred into Vonte's face.
