Maison Blanche

Chapter 65

Marlena sat on the terrace looking out over the gardens. She hadn’t left her room for the past three days, since Kit’s latest assault at his office. She tried to read, but her mind continued to wander to John and her children, oh how she longed to be in their arms and away from this nightmare.

She stood and began to pace, thinking back to the last time she lay in John’s loving arms, wishing she were there again.

She had avoided Kit at all cost, not wanting to see him again after what he did to her the other night at his office, and that horrible night at her bedroom. Just thinking about the rape made her skin crawl. He didn’t stop even when he heard her moaning in pain, she will never get used to his touch, to his evil words, she hated him, and Marlena Evans was not the one to hate someone so lightly.

It was all trauma she thought, after all, like being raped, or shot, or stabbed, or beaten. Why was rape considered the most traumatic, the most affecting? It was every bit as horrible, but was it more horrible? She wondered who would feel worse, someone who had been raped with the threat of force or someone who was beaten to the point of hospitalization – both by someone who was considered a friend and with no warning. Would the rape victim be considered worse off? Would she consider herself worse off? Would the beating victim think, well, at least I wasn’t raped? Did that mean that rape was worse because everyone decided it was worse?

Well, obviously, it was different. But why so much worse? Someone could break your arms and legs, and you wouldn’t feel guilty, but if you were raped, somehow that changed you in a different way. Left you damaged in a different way. She wasn’t trying to dismiss the reality of it. But she couldn’t help wondering if there was a way around that, a way to undermine or mitigate the special punch that the act of rape packed. Oh, right, how could she have missed it? Blame it on her current state of distraction. Of course, it had to go back to the very beginning, ancient times, maybe cavemen.  Marlena couldn’t help thinking about this, there was something terribly wrong with her, given her thoughts, her behavior, she was falling for despair. She knew part of the problem was that women thought of themselves as damaged goods after a rape. But she already was damaged goods. Something vital had been growing inside of her, a child. Rape was horrible, and every woman could consider it the most horrible thing that could happen. But there were so many things that could happen that were potentially even worse, like carrying the child of a monster.

Marlena tried not to think about this possibility because she would end up crying and feeling helpless and hopeless all over again.

There was a tap on the door and fear gripped her heart. Oh god, it’s him, she thought, Odd, because he never knocked before, he just barged right in. Maybe it was Dr. Harley.

Marlena went to the door and opened it to see Kit. He was leaning against the doorframe, a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a VHS tape in the other.

Marlena turned away, walking back to the middle of the room, crossing her arms. “What do you want Kit” not really interested in his answer.

“Oh Kitten, did you miss me? I certainly missed you, especially after what we shared the other night. I can’t stop thinking about being between your soft thighs and tongue fucking your sweet pussy. Baby, it makes me hard just thinking about it...” his mouth curled with an evil grin. He closed the door behind him with his right heel, following her.

Marlena shuddered at the memory of the other night, goosebumps formed on her skin and sickening nausea ran through her body.

“Kit please...just leave. I’m not really in the mood for company.”

“Oh, no my sweet, I have left you alone for three days, that’s long enough for you to lick your wounds and come around. Now it’s time you and I spend some quality time together. I have popcorn and a very excellent movie for us to watch. I've seen it before, and boy, you are in for a treat.” holding out the tape he rattled it, making sure she knew it was there.

“I’m not hungry and not really in the mood for a movie, especially one that you picked out. Something tells me our taste in entertainment won’t match up.” her back was still to him, she wasn't sure if it was the best policy, but she couldn’t bear to look at him, she was afraid that if she would, she’ll burst in tears. This horror house was getting to her, the thought that she might be carrying his child made her want to fall down on her knees and pray for her death.

“Well my dear,” his words cut her train of thought, “It was not a suggestion. So get your ass over here a and get comfortable, we are going to watch this together.” inserting the tape into the VCR he sat on the big couch.

Kit sat the bowl of popcorn down on the side table next to the couch in the sitting area of her bedroom, grabbing Marlena’s right wrist, he pulled her down on his lap.

She was so paralyzed by her thoughts, she just sat on his lap in stunned silence, wasn’t thinking her situation could get any worse. Right now it was about as bad as it could possibly get. All her muscles tensed up and she was prepared to bolt. He dropped her down on his lap and wrapped his arm around her just as she tried to stand. Bicep tensing, his arm squeezing around her waist to drag her closer to him. She tried to push up. She tried to scoot away from him. But her desire to move away only seemed to make him that more determined.

Marlena knew this drill, they did this before, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. The more she fought him, the more his hold tightened. He trapped her against his front, arms wrapping around her waist, and his heavy hand was coming to rest on her lap.

“Would you like a blanket Kitten?” He asked sweetly, not really care for her reply. Marlena just looked up and glared at the wall in front of her, taking a deep breath, she held it and counted to ten. If she just relaxed, maybe eventually his hold will loosen enough for her to move away from his body. She exhaled the breath she was holding, and tired of staring off into space, she took a good look at him, familiarizing herself with his face. After all, it was always good to know your enemy. Three nights ago, in the dark, she couldn’t see him, though she got to know him quite intimately if you really wanna call a rape as being intimate with someone. In the dimly light bedroom, he seemed to loom even larger, if that was even possible. It must be because he was so close, practically breathing down her nape. She looked down at the huge hand upon her lap and noted the scars on his knuckles. She wondered how many men he has hit with his hands. How many women? Shivering with that thought, she jerked her gaze away only to have it fall upon her lap, seeing his big hand casually laying on her inner thighs. She definitely remembered what happened, she was sore still, and her ankles burned with pain. She dragged her eyes up until they fell on his face. He stared down at her with a dark, hungry intensity, why was he always looking at her like that?

Smiling, he picked up the remote and pushed the play button, kicking off his shoes and whispered in her ear, “you’re going to looooove this Kitten.”

She let out a frustrated sigh, not looking at him.

The tape began, Marlena saw herself sitting at the table in the dungeon across from Kit, he asked her to get the bag behind her then slipped something into her brandy. “So that SOB did drug me.” She thought. ”I knew it.”

A few minutes have passed when she saw him placing a collar around her neck, pushing her toward the wall where he ripped off her dress and chained her to the wall shackles.

Marlena balled her hands into fists in her lap and looked down.

This did not go unnoticed by him. He looked over and grabbed Marlena by the chin, forcing her head up. “Oh, no, Princess, it’s just starting to get to the good parts, you have to watch.” his fingers digging into her soft cheeks.

“Kit I really don’t want to watch you raping me, I lived it remember?”

“Oh Kitten, this wasn’t rape, as I recall you enjoyed it very much, oh, that's right! You don't remember! Dang! This is so nice of me to show you what happened. How you got off from what I did to you, like a little bitch,” he said and thought for a moment.

“Undo your buttons,” he ordered, looking at her dress.

She didn't even look at him, tears gathered at the corner of her eyes.

“Now,” he said, warningly.

She didn't move.

"Oh, ok. So I will undo mine first", he grinned, and she finally got a glance at his light blue buttoned shirt, it was stained with blood, how could she had missed that? His fingers worked his buttons down until she witnessed the horror. Her palm sent to her mouth, covering it in shock. "You like it, huh?" her mind couldn't grasp what her eyes were seeing. She saw letters, they were still bleeding, but it was clear enough to read. His flesh was carved with her name - MARLENA.

"ok Kitten, now you," he smiled like he just showed her a basket full of puppies.

Her eyes grew with fear, he was deteriorated.

She slowly moved with unease on his lap.

“open your dress, or I'll do it for you.” he exhaled.

With shaky fingers, she unbuttoned a few of her buttons, exposing her bra.

He sent his fingers to trace the swallow of her breasts, unhooking the bra from the front, her breasts popped out, and he quickly covered one of her nipples with his hot mouth. "Oh baby" he mumbled in between licks. Marlena took a deep breath, her fingernails digging so hard into her closed fists, it drew blood. Fear took her, this was a madman, and now she had her name carved on his chest.

"Aren't you going to ask me about my new tattoo, pussycat?" he grazed his teeth on her nipple, causing her to wince in pain. Kit stared at her, he knew she wanted to bolt, to smack him right in the face but he loved every minute of it.

"No? Oh, that's right! I'm sorry! shhh... I'm spoiling your movie. Let's finish watching first", he sounded so crazy, and if it was even possible, she was more scared for her life.

The “movie” continued, as Marlena was forced to watch Kit rubbing, squeezing and kissing her breasts, speaking disgusting things to her all the while.

He nudged her with his elbow as he shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth, smiling, “Oh Oh! watch this baby, I love this part.” The video played her worst nightmares, but he didn't mind.

Taking the remote control in his hand, he raised up the volume “shhh...listen”, he watched himself on the screen as he dropped to his knees and started to lick and suck her center as she weakly protested.

Marlena saw the tears dripping down her face as her head moved to the sides, her eyes a glazed and it was obvious that she was drugged.

He turned her around, facing the wall and pulled her hip back toward him. Kit laughed deep in his throat, “I love this part Kitten, your beautiful ass poking out toward me for me to devour. You are lovin’ it, baby. Look at your head falling backward as you moan for me. You loved my tongue, didn’t you, Kitten?”

“No Kit! I didn’t want it then, and I don’t want it now. I don’t want you to touch me ever!" she screamed, struggling to hold back tears as her eyes stang, she swallowed hard.

“Spread your legs” was his only reply. When she didn’t move, he wrapped his arm around her slim waist and squeezed her even closer to him, spreading her legs forcefully with his free hand.

He reached out his hand and inserted his middle finger into her center, roughly. He was elated when he remembered he obeyed her not to wear any underwear, and was more thrilled that he took them all away from her drawer. He moved his finger back and forth while rubbing her clit gently with the thumb of his same hand.

“Look...look at the screen..this is exactly how I touched you” he breathed into her ear.

She flinched, her hands gripping tightly on to the soft fabric of her dress, big tears falling from her eyes, mute.

With the other hand, he took one of her breasts and brought it to his mouth, bending over a bit to do so. He began to lick and suck at her nipple. After a few minutes, he found the position awkward, so he had turned her slightly on him, whereupon he continued. With his hands still busy, he freed his mouth for a moment.

“Yes, I drugged you, but I’m sure that even if I didn’t, you would have got off that day.” He went back to her breast for a bit.

“no..” she finally spoke.

“Even if you tell yourself, that your body was under a drug... your body is only human,” he added, taking another break. “You still can’t help feeling emotionally wrong to find yourself responding when you know you shouldn’t be.”

She closed her eyes, sobbing quietly.

Kit grabbed her chin, turning her face quickly looking deep into her eyes, “keep watching Kitten, soon you’ll be cumming..you’ll be moaning, your body will shake with your orgasm. It’s a beautiful sight.” he licked her bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth before releasing her face with a nudge.

Marlena watched in horror as Kit’s hand came around her body and started rubbing her clit as he slammed into her from behind. She covered her ears as she heard her own moans from her impending orgasm.

He pulled her hands down from her ears and whispered, “Listen, princess, you are moaning for me. Me, not John. I am the one fucking you and getting you off. It’s my dick, my fingers that you feel on your clit and in your hot dripping pussy. You are cumming for me. Me, not John!”

Unable to stand it a moment longer, Marlena pulled away from Kit's grip, burying her face in her hands she started to sob. “Please Kit, stop this. I can’t listen to this any longer.”

“Oh Kitten, does it bother you that I was able to get you off? Do you feel as if you cheated on John? It didn’t bother you so much when you cheated on your husband with John again and again. As I recall you liked that a lot.”

“How dare you?!”

“You know what I think baby? I think that you like to be fucked. You like it hard, and you like it often. Your body was made for fucking baby, and I will never grow tired of accommodating your needs.”

“Bit of presumptuous, aren’t you?” she managed to speak. Her breathing was unsteady and tears blurred her vision. “I know what I’m doing,” he said, continuing. She grimaced. He continued to work on her with his mouth and his fingers. “You see,” he said. “You don’t want to admit that this feels good. Even though it does.”

“What response do you want?” she asked, sighing. “I’ll give it to you, just please..leave me alone.”

“Don’t be a brat, come on...Enjoy this” he said.

“I won't.” She stared ahead of herself, her breathing caught in her throat. Her crotch stayed dry. He couldn’t help smiling.  “Well. I can certainly see the work involved. What are you thinking about, Stefano?”

“Your death.”

“Can’t be that. That would excite you, I’m sure.”

“Prick.” He let her continue fighting him for a while. Then he changed his mind. “come on Kitten, get excited.”

“I really hate you.” she whimpered

“I’m not exactly shocked.” He moved her down until she was horizontal on the couch, hoping that it wouldn’t be hard to maintain her struggles in that position.

She said nothing. She just lay there. He paused. “you and I – we – have a relationship now.” She glared at him with shock. “We do. And what I’m doing to you has to feel good.”

“It's not. It'll never be”

“I know that it will. I’ll just consider you a great actress.”

She looked up at the ceiling.

“Now, let’s see you ‘act’ aroused. Let’s see you ‘act’ like you enjoy this. Go ahead. I want to see you come again, just like you did in the dungeon.” Her head shook a little, and her eyes began the lightest of twitching.

“And keep your eyes open, Kitten.”

“I hate you,” she screamed suddenly. It was stunning, he thought, coming from her. It made him feel good.  “I know, but right now you also hate your own body for getting off from my actions.” He took another taste of her. “Even though I love it,” he added.

“God Kit, you make me sick. I was never a willing partner with you, and you know it. You raped me Kit! YOU RAPED ME!! Get that through your head. I don’t want you, and I will never want you, you sick freak!”

Quick as a flash, Kit grabbed her by the throat and squeezed.

“Don’t you ever talk to me like that Kitten. Haven’t you learned anything yet? I own you, you are mine. The sooner you get used to that the better off you’ll be.”

Kit laying on top of her, still holding her throat, he started to undo his belt with his free hand. Marlena’s eyes grew wide with fear, and she struggled to get a breath in.

“You’re a coward!” she yelled, “I’ll never be yours, don’t you get it? Wasn’t I clear at your office?” her fingers sent on his face as she tried and succeeded to scratch him good and hard across his right cheek. He growled, his fingers closed even tighter around her creamy neck. She gasped for air, trying to get him off of her by any means necessary.

“Well, well, well, Kitten, I love your spirit!” he spoke through his teeth, his dark eyes so close to hers, “It’s a shame it won't do you any good, you see, I have every intention in breaking your spirit and when I will-”

“You’ll never succeed in breaking it!” she cut him off, her whole body fighting him off, she was getting tired, but she had to keep on fighting, she couldn’t bear going through yet another one of his assaults.

He chuckled, and it made her jaw clenched with anger, “Oh, but I will” grabbing her chin he yanked her head to the right, exposing her ear, she felt his tongue trailing a wet line along her jaw until he reached her ear,“I.Have.A.Plan” he whispered, licking her ear in between words. Marlena twitched, trying to move her head to no avail “....stop it...let me go, just please..let me go...I miss my family...my children..” her voice broke, and Kit could see a big tear rolling down her face.

“Children” he spat. “Believe me when I say this Kitten, you’re kids would be better off without you. You see, moms are so overrated. I had one, look at all the good it did to me!” he almost yell, still holding her tight. His words cutting her heart like thousands of knives. Hitting her like a brick wall. To her, her children were everything, especially Belle. She was so young still, and she missed her like crazy, her body ached with the yearn to hold her close.

Seeing her reaction he smiled, “Awww, princess, are you missing your children? Awww that’s adorable, too bad they will never see you again. Who needs them anyway, you know” he pressed his body tighter to hers while he turned her head back to look into her eyes. She was quiet, her eyes red with tears and lack of sleep.

“If ever comes a day that I will find out that you are pregnant.” he stared into her hazel orbs, his look was dark and intense.

“I’d kill you.”

She tensed, her breathing got faster, and she moved against him, trying to break free again “let me go.”

Her movements underneath his body only made him even hotter.

“Now Kitten, the time for talking is over. Daddy’s hot.”

“No, please, Kit, I just want to go home...I miss my children..please...” she stammered out.

“No!” Kit roared and pulled her into his chest. His grip on her chin was so hard it was almost bruising. “What part of ‘you’re mine’ is so fucking hard to understand? I’m never fucking sending you back.”

“No...” she cried out, trying to say something, anything to fight him off, “One day...one day I’ll be free again..and when that day comes, I will track you down, and I will hurt you just the same as you hurt me, if not more!” Kit just stared at her, his expression darkened. The longer he stared at her, the more she felt like she has just made a huge mistake. Marlena tried to pull away, tried to free herself from his grip, but he pulled her back. His bare bleeding chest raised and fell, and his black eyes flashed with menace. “I see you haven’t accepted your fate yet.” Before she could say anything else, he lifted her up, off her feet, and carried her over to the bed. “I thought I made this very clear,” he said and proceeded to dump her onto the mattress. “But if you need a proof that you are mine, I’ll give you a fucking proof.”

Her hair in her face, she tried to brush it out of her eyes, but then her sundress was grabbed and torn violently from her body. “Kit,” she squeaked as he was pushing her back to the bed. She heard threads popping and fabric tearing. “No...please...I can't take it anymore...Kit..” The only reply she got was an angry growl. His big hands slid under her, cupping her ass. “P-L-E-A-S-E,” she pleaded, his hands grabbed her knees and then her legs were spread apart. Marlena looked down, staring at him as he continued to undo his pants. The sound of his zipper being ripped down was as loud as a gunshot.

His pants dropped, sliding down his legs, and then he was upon her again, like a hungry animal going in for the kill.

“There are my lips.”

His mouth descended on her mouth, and his hands pushed up her wrists, securing them above her head with one hand.

He gave her one hard kiss and then his mouth slid down. Grabbing her up, his hands molded around her breasts, squeezing them into his palms. “Mine,” he growled again, and then he was sucking on them. Drawing the tips into his mouth. Suckling noisily on her nipples. She squirmed against the bed, flooded with disgust as he made all these little noises in the back of his throat.

“Stop,” she pleaded, arching up and scratching at his shoulders as he sucked and sucked, driving her to the brink of passing out. And just when she thought she couldn't take more, he grabbed her by the hips and then flipped her over like it was nothing to him. “Let me go!..please...Kit!!” She cried out and started to push up. His hand came down, heavy against her spine and pushed her back down until she was flat against the mattress.

"You...wanna...know something...Kitten..” he started, inhaling quickly between words, struggling to keep her retained to the bed. “Ever since I listened to your cries on Stefano’s tape, I wanted to have you. I knew I could make it better for you princess.”

Marlena struggled, although she couldn't move, she was pinned to the bed with his hands pressing between her shoulder blades. He continued, “and when you told me how he took you..right here..on this bed...man...there was nothing that I wanted to do more than to fuck you the same way...to make you feel like he couldn’t make you feel, to fuck you properly.”

His words made her sick. Her tears never stopping, her mouth opened in agony, not muffling her cries into the comforter no more. This was her undoing. It was the same damn house, but now a different devil was killing pieces of her soul, soon, she will be beyond saving, she will be a rack of a woman, a shadow of her old self.

Marlena wanted to resist, wanted to yell, but it was pointless, and he knew it too.

“Arms behind your back,” he said sternly. The power in his voice made her jump, although she didn’t move.

Forcefully, she felt his hands yanking her wrists, placing them behind her back at the small of her back, tieing them up together using her torn dress. Her cheek rested on the soft fabric, the same one she felt all these months ago. Her heart was pounding behind her ribs, and her breasts raised and fell with her heavy panting.

“Let..me….go….” A low moan escaping her lips, he grinned,“Don’t ever ask to leave me again,” he snarled and squeezed her ass cheeks.

“The next time you ask I’ll chain you to your fucking bed.” The stress inside her just kept building and building, threatening to burst from her skin. “You belong with me. Your fucking home is wherever I am...I’ll never let you go. Never. They’ll have to pry you from my cold, dead hands,” he roared out.

“Let go of me, you psycho!” she screamed. Kit didn’t say anything else, he grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them even tighter at the small of her back, forcing her face even deeper into the mattress. She thrashed and turned her head enough so that she could at least breathe.

A resounding slap on her ass startled all her thoughts momentarily quiet.

“Shut the fuck up Marlena,” he demanded. “Oh yes, you look good enough to fuck, but first, I promised you a proof. Proof that you are mine.” Her mouth dropped open. Marlena craned her neck to look over her shoulder. She could only make out the barest outline of him. There was barely any light coming through the curtains. He was just a looming shadow at the edge of the bed behind her.

“Fuck off!”

He landed a punishing slap to her ass. “Language,” he snapped.

“Fuck you!” she spat, yanking even harder to get away from him. He spanked her again. She yelped in outrage, at the same time noting that his hand was suddenly holding a sharp thing.

She shivered in her nervousness, “what are you doing?”  waiting for another savage beating to commence. Her anxiety rose to a pinnacle as she felt him placing a sharp blade on her back.  “Please no, Kit, please. Don’t do this to me.” He ran his hands over her back, pinning her even harder to the bed. She winced and shifted her weight trying to get free.

A sharp pain resonated through her body as she felt the knife carving her shoulder blades, she screamed in pain.

“I like to hurt you, Kitten…it’s what gets me off.”  she froze, said nothing, the pain was sharp and she wanted to scream. “I’m not going to gag you, but if you don’t keep quiet, I’ll put a gag in your mouth so big, you’ll forget any pain before it.” she bit her bottom lip as he continued.

Marlena almost passed out when she heard a voice hollering from beyond the door.

“Marlena, it Dr. Harley, I’m here to check on you. May I come in?”

“Fucking whore” he mumbled, stopping his doing. Kit jumped up cursing and pulling his pants up as Marlena struggled to get free and stand up. Taking his bloodstained army knife with him, he spotted a medicine bottle on the nightstand. “You won't be needing any sedatives tonight, Doc.” he thought and looked at her, her face was still against the bed, sobbing.
“I want you to think about your behavior tonight, you need to learn some manners” ,he tucked part of his shirt in. Smiling his evil grin, “This ain’t over baby” he spat as he stormed out the door, slamming the door behind him.

Marlena barely stood up, she struggled to free her wrists, taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She felt something dripping along her back, it was painful. Turning around, she looked at her beaten form in the mirror, arching her head to the rear, Marlena painfully tried to look at her back.

A bleeding "K" letter was carved in her flesh, right in the middle of her perfect back.

****

“How much longer Hank?” John asked, looking at the beautiful white clouds out of his jet’s window.

“Mr. Black, we are flying as fast as we can out ETA has not changed since the last time you ask.”

“I’m sorry man I’m just really anxious to get there.” he passed his hands into his thick hair

“I understand Mr. Black, only about an hour longer sir.”

“Thanks, man, is the car there waiting yet?’

“Yes sir, Taylor has your car fueled up and sitting on the tarmac.”

John sat back and downed another glass of scotch. “I’m coming Baby. I’ll save you from that twisted fuck.” He thought out loud.

****

Harley walked up to the door, taking in a deep breath to steady her nerves.  She hated coming there knowing what was happening to Marlena but she was too afraid of Kit not to show up. Besides Marlena really needed her.

Opening the front door, she looked around, “Mr. Harrington” she called out, “are you in here?” Not getting an answer she looked around downstairs before heading up to Marlena’s room. Well maybe I got lucky, and Kit’s not around, she thought.

Walking upstairs she stopped in front of Marlena’s door and knocked. “Marlena, it’s Dr. Harley, I’m here to check on you. May I come in?”

Harley could hear a muffled sound and then some rustling. The door swung open, and she was confronted by a very angry Kit. He was tucking his shirt and fastening his pants.

“Don’t you ever interrupt me when I’m in here with Marlena again, do you hear me?!”

"I'm sorry Sir, I just arrived to-"

"I don't care. Do what you came here to do and get the fuck out."

He pushed past her and stormed down the hallway.

Taking a deep breath she turned the doorknob, walking into the room, noticing Marlena on the bed, she was naked save for a light blanket that was spread on her laps. Her back was to the door, and Dr. Harley gasped to the sight of Kit's doing.

"Oh, Dr. Evans I-"

"It's nothing...please..could you please bring me my nightgown? It's on the chair" she couldn't face it, she just wanted to forget.

Handing her the silky material, Marlena nodded her head and tried to push it over her head, a sharp pain resonated through her body, and she flinched.

"Dr. Evans...please, let me at least clean the wound."

Marlena was grateful Dr. Harley didn't ask anything

Taking care of her wound, Dr. Harley helped Marlena with her garment.

"Are you alright, Dr, Evans?" she knew it was a dumb question, but she had to ask something, anything to break the silence in the room.

Marlena wiped a stray tear from her eye, not saying a thing, Dr. Harley laced her hand on top of Marlena’s and gave her a little squeeze. “How are you feeling? aside from the stress of being here with...with him."

“Well I’m still getting sick in the morning, but not to bad. Physically I’m doing pretty good. I’ve even managed to gain a little weight.” she surprised even herself with how coherent she was, like she wasn't just abused and almost raped all over again.

“Oh that’s good, I guess you are eating well then. I do need for you to drink plenty of milk and eat as much fruit and veggies as you can stand.” Harley reached into her bag. "Also, I brought you some more vitamins, and I want you to take them daily along with the others that I had left for you.”

Marlena reached toward the nightstand and said, “yes I have them right he- Oh my, I must have misplaced them. They were sitting right here this morning.”

“That’s ok, I have more in my car. I’m going to examine you then I’ll go down to my car and get you another bottle.”

After giving Marlena the once over, Harley packed up her bag explaining to Marlena that she will be back shortly with the vitamins.

*****

“Boss Boss!” Bart bursted through the door to the studying, shouting in his excitement.
“I got some news Boss.” the little man breathed heavily, Stefano could hear the excitement in his voice.

“Bart, calm down, take a  deep breath and tell me what has you so excited.” Stefano spoked in an annoyed voice, hated to be interrupt.

“Your Johnny Boy is on the go. I heard from our people... John has called for his jet and is flying out to Louisiana, to Maison Blanche!.” Bart, leaned against the big office chair.

“WHAT!!! do you mean to tell me that... that son of a bitch is holding my Queen at my own Mansion?! I will KILL him! Bart call Jones right now. Tell him to get the Helicopter ready, we are going there today!”

*****

Dr.Harley walked downstairs and was about to walk out the front door when Kit’s hand came up and blocked her exit.

“Oh Mr. Harington, I was just going to the car to get some medicine for Dr. Evans.” she exhaled "You scared me" smiling, trying to lighten up the mood a bit.

“Oh really, I believe that her leg has healed up nicely, what medications would she possibly need now?” Kit crossed his arms around his chest, leaning against the closed front door.

Harley shifted uncomfortably and started to answer when Kit grabbed her arm leading her to the sitting room off the pool area.

"Hey, what is happening. Sir, have I done something wrong?" she panicked

“I want some answers, Harley. I found something interesting in Marlena’s room a little while ago. It was vitamins, prescribed by you. I didn’t know what it was so I looked it up on the computer. It’s interesting that you gave her prenatal vitamins, so why Is that Harley?  Why would Marlena need vitamins prescribed for pregnant women?” taking out the orange bottle in his hand, he rattled it in front of her face, a dark look in his eyes. She was afraid, terrified.

“These vitamins are not just for pregnant women" she tried, "there are many benefits fr..”

“Oh knock it off Harley! Marlena is pregnant, I know it, she knows it, and you know it. The only question is why the hell did you not tell me when you found out?” he yelled and threw the bottle to the ground, causing the cap open,  they heard all the tiny pills spreading on the ground some fell into the pool.

She took a step backward, scared of what he might do,  “Marlena begged me not to say anything... and you know there is a thing called doctor-patient confidentiality. I was obeying my patient's wishes.”

“Cut the Shit Harley, Marlena is mine, I own her and anything going on with her is my business! If she is carrying my child, then I have a right to know,” he screamed again, his hands flying up in the air with anger.

“It may not be your child, it may be Jo-”

“Don’t you dare say that fucking name in my presence, I will knock your teeth down your throat! You don’t make those decisions do you hear me? You will tell me everything!” he reached out and grabbed Harley by the throat squeezing just enough to cut off her airway. Her hands immediately went up, grabbing his hand and trying to pull them away.

Kit pushed hard, when suddenly releasing her neck,  she landed hard on her backside. Scrambling backward away from him she felt a chair against her back. She pulled herself up to her feet and looked at Kit, rubbing her neck. “I’m sorry Kit, I made the wrong decision, I should have told you about the pregnancy. I’m so sorry it won’t happen again,” she babbled.

“Damn right it won’t, you didn’t make a bad decision, you made a fatal mistake.” Kit stepped toward her, pulling up his gun from its holster, raising it and pointing it right at her head. Harley’s hands instinctively raised up in front of her face as she continued to back away.

“Please Kit, you don’t want to kill me, who will take care of Marlena?”

“I’ll take care of her, I promise you that, I won't be needing your services any longer.”

She turned and started to run for her life as she heard a shot ring out behind her, she could feel the bullet whiz past her head, hitting a metal pipe. Fear snagged her heart, turning back toward Kit and begged,  “Please Kit don’t kill me, I have a family.”

“You should have thought of that before you decided to lie and hide information from me. Now you have to pay the consequences.” he squeezed the trigger again, landing a shot in the center of her chest. Her eyes grew wide when she looked at him, the blast pushed her back, and she fell into the pool, her hands holding her wound.

Looking to the edge of the pool, he watched as Harley gasped for her last breaths as the water all around her turned bright red.

“It didn’t have to end this way Harley, if only you had been truthful. See, this was all really your fault.”

Kit turned and walked back into the house, “Women, you just can’t trust them.” he mumbled.

Walking into the living room, he smiled, pouring himself a scotch. He sat on the couch and propped his feet up on the ottoman and leaned back, placing one arm behind his head.

Closing his eyes, he exhaled, “oh Kitten, so... you’re pregnant...well, that changes things”

****

Marlena had been waiting in her room for Harley’s return for close to an hour. She started to worry that Kit has stopped her and was questioning her as to why she is still bringing medication when her wounds have healed. She hoped and prayed that Harley will not tell him about the baby.

When she couldn't stand it any longer, she walked to her room door and slowly opened it, Peking out she saw no sign of Kit or Dr. Harley, so she took a deep breath and ventured out into the hallway.