Maison Blanche

Chapter 51

"Get off me Kit!!!." Marlena Screamed, kicking him good and hard at his upper hip, he flinched for a second, trying to make sense from the voice which called his name. In a flash, Kit was at Marlena's side, cupping her chin and forcing her to look up at him. "You're mine, Marlena. I can do whatever I want with you. If you don't stop this pathetic sniveling, then I will kill you." His sadistic smile never faded as he stood up, fixing himself quickly and walking out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

The only sounds in the room were Marlena's mournful cries. She knew she was never going to get out of this untouched.

Marlena's eyes slowly fluttered open, and she softly groaned in immense pain. Her entire body felt like she had just got hit by a train. But this had been worse, far much worse. She had been kidnapped, raped, violated, and now apparently belonged to Kit. Her eyes narrowed, and her whole body started to tremble just at the thought of that psychopath's name...She had known Kit was nothing but trouble the moment she'd laid eyes on him. The way he acted in their first session… ”Oh my god…” the realization hit her. Looking down at her naked body, she saw the bite marks, her bruises and something about them looked awfully familiar...Oh, Dear God..” it was him” she muttered, slowly sitting down on the wooden table, “he was the one who brutally raped that young girl..”. Covering her face with her sweaty palms, she slowly got off of the big surface, more scared for her life than before.

What the young lady had gone through was because Kit wanted her...and he couldn’t have her...fear kicked in. Oh my God, somehow she knew this is going to be worse, much worse. She only hoped that she would find a way out of there soon.

Standing up, her leg muscles quivered, holding the table for support, she managed to wear a new dress. She was lucky this time, but what about next time? For how long was he going to keep her there? Why couldn't she remember last night… what did he give her?

Lowering herself to the soft bed, her head fell on the soft pillow. It was such a harsh contrast to the way she was feeling. She was aching, terrified and angry. Angry at herself for letting it happen again, mad about missing the evil twinkle in his eyes. She had to keep resisting; he won't break her. He won't.

The car pulled up in front of the underground hideout. From the outside, it looked utterly uninhabitable. Barely. Erica’s car engine made a loud noise when it finally stopped; the small door was almost hard to miss. Erica saw no signs of life around it, no lights no nothing, but she knew he was there. Taking the key from her blazer front pocket, she shoved it in and turned, hearing the familiar click of the lock. Good. It was the right key. Going down the dark staircase, she huddled to pass the long hall, leading to a small room. He wasn't there. Maybe he was with her. “Kit! Agent Harington!” she yelled, waiting for his arrival. She looked around the dimly light room, the air was stuffy, and although she used to spend a lot of time between these four walls, her heart was hammering in her chest everytime she was there.

The door yanked open, a pair of deep brown eyes meeting hers. They belong to a man with jet-black hair, parted to the side and styled back, shiny from the amount of product in it. He was unshaved, hot. He wore dark gray slacks and a dark button-down shirt; he didn't look like someone who would live in this slums. "I'm looking for Dr. Evans," she said. "I know," he responded, closing the door quickly behind him, locking Marlena’s room, fixing his shirt.

He stepped inside a small kitchen, motioning her to come after him. Hesitantly, she stepped inside, seeing the kitchen was mostly empty. He stood at the door for a moment longer, his gaze sweeping along the dirty wall.

“Where is she, Kit?” Erica’s tone was anger tempered with restraint. Kit knew it well. It was the tone Erica had adopted whenever she spoke to Kit in the beginning, when he had been a difficult boy. He didn’t like it, not one bit.  It was early evening, and still no answers from Marlena. What the fuck was taking him so long? It wasn’t like him to be so sloppy, or stupid.

"You came alone?"

"Of course."

Satisfied, he took the key, put it in his back pocket. He strolled past her, a peculiar sway to his walk, a strange limp like he can't quite move of his hips. "She’s in there." she stared at him. “What are you doing here, Erica?” he wasn't pleased seeing her there

“Kit, homeland security have had enough with your stalling and delays. I was sent here to take over your mission.”

“Commander-”

“Agent Harington, do you understand how important that is, that she’ll talk?” she cut him mid-sentence, pacing the room with a swing to her hips. He looked at her, in some light she could be confused with his divine creature behind these doors, but she was not her. No one could compare to her.

“I understand how important she is, Erica. I know why I’m here.”

To destroy 'Mr. Clark'. He felt mildly detached. Where and when had he lost that objective? When had his focus wavered? Strangely, he didn’t feel guilty. Already, he was thinking; they could find another way to 'Mr. Clark'. Necessity was the master of invention.

So, why? Why was he suddenly risking so much when he stood to gain nothing and lose everything? “I would usually agree Kit,” Erica said softly. “But you’re also not in the habit of making mistakes, let alone of this magnitude. Have you forgotten so easily what I’ve done for you? I found you. I took you in. I helped you become the man your enemies fear. Do you need to be reminded of where you would be without my interference?” Kit’s jaw clenched hard. “No, of course not Ma’am.” It was also impossible for Kit to forget that Erica was so fond of reminding him. “May I also remind you that I am your commander officer and an order is an order?.”

As if from a parent to a child. There was a long silence in the room and the longer it stretched on, the furious Kit became. “I’ve failed you, Erica. I’ll make it right.” Anger rose like bile within his chest.

“I wanna talk to her, Harington. Alone.” she stood in front of him, reaching her arm forward, opening her palm to catch Marlena’s room key. Kit was agitated, he couldn't let the two women talk, he had to find a way to stay in the room, even for a little while.

Walking right behind her, she turned to stop him, “Where do you think you’re going? I specifically said ‘Alone.’ Was I not clear? I will call you if I need you”. Turning the lock, she opened the door, closing it behind her with a thump.

Erica stepped in to see Marlena as her head snapped up. There was fear in her eyes and something else. Rage perhaps. She couldn’t blame her, after all, she had just been kidnapped.

Erica walked across the room extending her hand, “Hello, I’m agent Erica Jones, Agent Kit Harington's Chief Commander.”

Marlena did not make a move, except to cross her arms across her chest. She looked at the woman in front of her with disdain. Agent Jones was a tall, slender woman in her mid to late fifties. She had blonde hair that was pulled back in a bun, and she was dressed in a tailored black pantsuit that complimented her figure. The years had been kind to her, for she was still a very attractive woman.

Marlena shot daggers at her with her eyes. "What is it that you want Ms. Jones?” she said.

“Well, I’m sure that Agent Harrington has told you that we need information from you about a certain Mr. Clark, an Alias, as I’m sure you know. He is a mole, and we must stop him from selling information about our government. It is imperative that he is stopped immediately. I’m sure you can understand the gravity of this situation.” she could understand Marlena’s anger but homeland security was on stake, and she would do anything to see this through.

“Well, Ms. Jones, I’m sure that you know that I have told Kit, I will not share any information about my patient with him you or anyone else! I never have and will never break Doctor-patient confidentiality.” Marlena didn’t move, nor she wanted too, every fiber in her body ached, “ You should know if you read the file that the ISA has on me that this was not the first time that I have been kidnapped by your agency. But I must tell you; I have treated a hell of a lot better last time..”

“Yes Dr. Evans, I do know that the ISA had kidnapped you back in 1986 to try and recover some essential treasury bonds, as I remember that turned ok in the end.”

Marlena gazed at the woman in front of her. She didn’t talk, just looked at her with an inscrutable hazel gaze before she finally spoke, “Let me tell you something, Ms. Jones… I am sick and tired of you people thinking that it’s alright to disrupt my life, to take me from my family, my job and the man that I love, to get whatever it is that you want from me. You seem to think that it’s perfectly fine to turn a person's life upside down for the good of the ‘mission.’ Well, you have crossed the line this time lady, rape is not an acceptable form of extracting information from someone.” with that, Erica leaned forward, her eyes never leaving Marlena’s.  “Rape? What do you mean? Who was raped?”

“I was. By Kit”. Marlena gathered herself, looking at her with hate in her eyes.

“You claim that Kit raped you?”, Erica nodded her head in disbelief “ Tell me, Dr. Evans, when did the alleged rape occur?”

“As far as I can figure, it was sometime last night before he brought me here.”

“What do you mean, as far as you can figure? Are you saying that you don’t remember the rape? I’m finding this a little hard to believe. I don’t think a woman would forget something like that. Besides I have known agent Harrington for years, I trained him myself; he has an impeccable record with the ISA.” Erica stood up, pushing her hands into her pockets, the room was cold, and she felt sorry for Marlena, who stood there, wearing a light, beautiful buttoned blue dress.

“Well, I am so sorry to inform you but your star pupil is an evil SOB and he did rape me. He was about to do it again when you came in; he heard you calling from the hallway.” Even from this distance, the freckles dotting her skin stand out like tiny beacons, displaying the truth before Marlena even have to say it.

“I’m sorry Dr. Evans, but I’m finding this all a bit hard to believe, do you have any proof?"

Who was Kit? Erica thought she knew him, but now she was not sure. She was drowning in a river of questions, living in a world built upon lies. Marlena stormed over to the trash can, pulling out her tattered yellow dress and her torn underwear, thrusting them at Erica.

“Is this proof enough for you Ms. Jones? He tore these clothes off me and slammed me on the table..he was about to rape me again, just seconds before your arrival. Is that how your department gets information out of people?” Marlena’s eyes were blazing with anger at this point, and she was close to tears. She didn’t want to appear weak, so she brushed at her eyes with the back of her hands and stood tall, inches from Erica’s face.

Erica took the clothing from Marlena’s grasp and inspected it.

“How do I know that Kit did this and not you?”

Marlena turned and crossed her arms once again across her chest letting out a long sigh.

“Look, Agent Jones, I have nothing that I’m willing to share with you, and you don’t want to believe me about your twisted agent. So, I think we should just call this conversation to a close. ”She was storming inside but didn’t want to show it, she knew that if she would, the tears wouldn't stop for anything, she took another deep breath, gaining control before she continued; “If you’re not willing to face the truth about Kit and help me out of this hell hole, then you can just leave. Just know that when you do walk out this door, you are leaving me in the hands of a madman and my blood will be on your hands.”

Erica took a deep breath, and asked softly, “you said that you didn’t remember being raped, what do you think happened last night?” Agent Jones sat at the table hoping that Marlena would sit as well, she did not.

“Please Marlena, may I call you Marlena? Have a seat and let’s talk.” Marlena took a seat and looked Ms. Jones in the eyes, “sure you may call me Marlena if that makes you feel better about kidnapping me and leaving me at the mercy of a psycho.” she hissed.

“Marlena, I am not trying to make you uncomfortable, and the last me or the agency wants is for you to be harmed in any way. What we do want, no, need, is some answers. We have to know who this Mr. Clark person is and stop him. It is imperative that he will not continue selling our country's secrets. You must understand the gravity of the situation.”

“Look, Erica, I don’t give a damn what the agency wants,” Marlena slammed her fist on the wooden table, “I want out of here, dammit! I want to be back with my family. I also want Kit to go to jail for what he did to me and who knows how many other women.”

“Marlena you are becoming hysterical, please calm down.”

Marlena stood up abruptly tipping the chair over on the floor. She placed her palms on the table and stared into Erica’s eyes.

“I don’t care what the hell you want Ms. Jones, and I am not going to help you at all.”

Erica looked down at Marlena’s wrists as she leaned toward her, she saw deep purple marks. It seemed as if her hands had been bound by rope or handcuffs.

“I’m sorry if Agent Harrington was a bit rough in your abduction.”

“Ha, you think that was rough,” Marlena was practically hysterical. “You don’t know the half of it.” frantically, she unbuttoned her dress pulling it open to expose the bruises and bite marks all along her breasts and pointed out the ones along her neck.

“This is the work of your, ‘oh so fine’ Agent Harrington… Please tell me again what an excellent agent he is.” she yelled as she fell to her knees, no longer able to hold back her tears, the feeling of helplessness was overwhelming. She knew there was no way that Agent Jones was going to help her; she didn’t even believe her.

“Please Marlena, don’t cry, I’m not here to upset you. I’m just doing my job. “ she stared at her, as every ounce of strength she tried to build, putting her on guard, faded away in a wave of shock. No way. She stared in disbelief, those words sinking in, her eyes roaming her exposed body. She took Marlena’s arm, helping her to her feet, sitting her back in the chair that she had uprighted.

“Can you try and explain to me how Kit could have raped you, and still, you have no recollection of the event?”

“Event,” Marlena spat, “event, that’s a nice word for it.” She dried her eyes with her fingertips and continued. “All I know for sure is that I went to the gala last night and danced with Kit, he was upset about something and left abruptly. I was worried about him, so I followed him to his room where I tried to talk to him about what was upsetting him.” the images went through her troubled mind, “He told me a bit about his childhood and the relationship between him and his mother. The next thing I know, I’m waking up here, naked and beat up. I could tell that I had been raped by the way my body felt, a woman just knows.” A shiver went through her body when she spoke about it, she may not have any memory of last night, but what occurred with Stefano was still so alive in her head, “I stood up and wrapped a blanket around myself just as Kit walked into the room. At first, I thought that he could help me get out of here, then I looked into his eyes and knew that he was the one who did this to me. I lashed out at him, demanding answers as to what had happened and then he confessed.” her voice was trembling and her eyes weren't focused on anything,“Kit said that he ‘had’ me last night and that I was a very willing participant, which is not possible. I would never willingly have sex with him; I am newly engaged to the love of my life.”

Erica sat there, listening to each and every word that was coming out of her mouth, it sounded crazier by the minute, “He explained in detail how he ‘fucked me over and over,’ his words.  He said that I was his and he would do to me whatever he wanted. I couldn’t understand how he was able to rape me without my remembering it. The only thing I could figure is that he must have drugged me. He even admitted to tape it..promising I’d be watching it” Marlena’s hands clenched into tight little fists.

Erica looked up sharply; something clicked in her mind. No, it couldn’t be, she thought. She remembered the ISA giving the order to use a specific drug on Dr. Evans to obtain the information they wanted. But surely he wouldn't have abused the use of the drug to get her into bed. Her head was full of unanswered question, and she intended to find the answers immediately.

“Dr. Evans, I assure that the agency would never condone this method for extracting information. I will get to the bottom of this I assure you”. Standing up, Erica turned to leave, she had a lot of questions for Agent Harrington, and she was determined to get the answers.

“So that's it?” Marlena yelled. “You’re just going to leave me here at the hands of the fine Agent Kit Harington? You don’t believe a word I’ve said, do you?” Marlena was a mess, she felt like she been drained, and she was not sure which way was up.

“Marlena, it's- not that I don’t believe you. It’s just that there are a lot of unanswered questions. I’m sure you can appreciate the fact that I’ve known Kit for years and his record is impeccable. I have to give him the benefit of the doubt and allow him to explain his side of the story before I can charge him with these unspeakable crimes that you have accused him of.” her eyes spotted Marlena’s torn garments on the table once more.

“Fine Ms. Jones, go speak to Kit, but I can assure you that he will not be truthful. There is something very wrong with your Agent. He is dark and depraved. He is the evilest man I have ever had the displeasure of crossing path with. I guess I have you and the agency for that.”

“Marlena, I can assure you that if I find that the things you have told me are indeed true, Mr. Harington will be dealt with appropriately.”

Marlena stood again and crossed the room, turning, she glared back at Ms. Jones.

“You do what you think is necessary; I’ll be here. Waiting. It’s not like I’m going anywhere”.

Agent Jones turned, leaving the room, locking the door behind her.

It’s time to have a little talk with Mr. Harington; she thought as she headed out to find him.

Kit was pacing back and forth across the floor. He looked up as he heard the sound of high heels clicking down the hall.

“Well Agent Jones, were you able to get any information from our guest. My guess is no; she’s a hard nut to crack”. Kits said as he crossed the room toward Erica.

“Kit, I have indeed questioned Dr. Evans, and I have found out some disturbing information. Also by the looks of her there were some very unorthodox methods used in trying to extract information from our, hmmm, guest” she stepped closer, looking into his eye, “Can you explain why she is covered with bruises and what appear to be bite marks?” Erica examined his expression when she spoke, it didn't waver,  “She is accusing you of raping her, she even said that you told her that you had had sex with her. According to her, you even taped it. I would be interested in hearing your spin on these accusations.”

“Erica, she would say anything to get you to release her,” he spoke with certainty in his voice.

“I have a feeling that some of what Marlena has told me might be true, I pray that it’s not. Sit down Kit; we need to talk.” Erica pulled out a chair and sat; she gestured Kit to do the same,

Grabbing a chair Kit spun it backward and straddled it. With his elbows on the chair, back. Kit ran his hand through his dark curly hair.

“Kit, I need some answers. First of all, how did all the bruises end up on Marlena? She has bruises and bite marks all over her, and her wrists are bruised. She may tell me anything to get herself released, but she certainly could not bite herself on the chest. Do you have an explanation for that?” Erica looked at Kit, disappointment in her eyes; things made even less sense now. What was real? What was a lie?

“What are you asking me, Erica? Do you really think that I did that to her?” he straightened himself up, “Well what other explanation could there be. She wasn’t out of your sight the entire time you all were at the conferences. Would you have me believe that she hooked up with some sexual deviant after a lecture?” she tried to maintain her composure. Kit was always a loyal team member, but right now she had to ask the hard questions and get to the bottom of all this.

“Of course not. She is not that kind of lady. Marlena is a beautiful, kind and loving person”. Kit caught himself before going any further, “What I meant to say is she is not the type of lady to engage in such behavior.”

“So, are you telling me that you have a thing for Dr. Evans? Kit, that was not your mission. You-”

“I know what the fuck my mission is Erica! I don’t need you to remind me.” his brow furrows

“Well Kit, it seems like you just might. You have been on this case for a couple of months now and hadn’t come up with one bit of information that we could use.” she was scolding him again, knowing how he had hated that, “Oh, and what about the drug that was approved for use to get the answers we need from Marlena? What happened to that? Marlena seems to think that she was drugged and raped, I sincerely hope that you didn’t have anything to do with that.”

“Come on Erica, you know me. Do you think that I would need to drug a woman for her to sleep with me?” he spat in arrogance.

“Ordinarily I would say no, but it looks pretty bad at the moment. Kit, that woman is scared out of her mind, and she shows all the signs of being brutalized and possibly raped. What do you want me to believe?” she saw she’s getting to him, but she couldn't decide if it was because he was guilty or because he was angry with her, questioning his integrity. He was always a mystery; no one ever knew him well enough to know the real Kit, although, she always thought that she knew him.

“I would hope that you, of all people, would know me better than that...” he stood up, leaning against a stained wall behind him.

“Kit, I thought that I did. I’m not sure what to believe now. All I know is that I have more questions than answers right now and we need to clear this up. Perhaps I need to have a conversation with both you and Marlena at the same time.”

“No, that won’t be necessary, we can sort this out right now. I was hoping we didn't have to go there, but you’re leaving me no choice. I taped last night. I did spend the night with her, but it was consensual relations, Erica, and I can prove it.”

“It’s late Kit; I’d rather...”

“No, I’ll prove it” he grunted, rushing to the corner room, coming back with a video camera in his hands. Adjusting the chair, he pulled the camera's screen open. “Kit, come on, I don’t wanna watch-”

“Erica. I need you to see that. I didn’t do any of what she’s saying”, Kit pushed the small ‘Play’ button at the side of the camera, handing it to Erica. Reluctantly, she took it, looking at the small screen. The black screen faded into the two of them; she could see Marlena, she looked beautiful with her black leather corset, as her hands caressed her body while dancing in front of him, swinging her hips to the music. She was never able to release and dance like that, something inside her craved Marlena's boundless spirit, her sexual freedom. She saw Kit seated on a big chair, touching her thighs as she straddled him.

“That is enough Kit,” she closed the small screen.

“You see, I would never rape a woman, Erica. Tell you what, give me the key, and I’ll check on her, see if she needs anything else tonight and we can all sit down and talk in the morning.”

“No, I don’t think so” Erica replied, “I’ll keep the key tonight. I’m sure she has already turned in for the night. But your right about one thing. We will talk in the morning.”

With that Kit turned and left the room to lay down for the night.

Erica had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something was not adding up here, and as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she thought that there was a lot of truth in what Marlena had told her. Looking at the video camera in her hands, she opened the screen. It was paused on the same image of Marlena straddling Kit. Moving forward, she saw Kit between her legs, all the while holding a long silver chain, she really didn’t want to see that. She was about to close the small screen once more, but something inside her wouldn't let her. She ran the recording backward, seeing Marlena dancing again than seeing her emerging the bathroom, seeing Kit taking a sit on the chair but then she saw the thing she was afraid seeing. She saw him holding her tight while she was struggling to break free, saw him shoving something into her mouth. Erica could only imagine it was the drug he’s been given to question her. “Oh my god it's true. She was telling the truth...” she muttered to the thin air.