TAKEN Without Consent II

She couldn't get that sight out of her mind. Or the detail. The very fine detail. Like the way the branding had distorted and mis-shaped otherwise perfect flesh. And the way that Melody was just pushing those breasts out. Pushing them out to be seen. Showing them off. At the same time the petrified look on her face. That terrified thing coming from her eyes. She must have been in intense agonies as that clip had been filmed. She must have been in pure undiluted agony and yet she had to put the effort in to push her shoulders back and thrust her tits out. It must have caused her horrors to do that. To be able to hold her breath and put that effort in knowing that it was going to hurt her so much. Her face still showing signs of the beating that she had received. That sever beating that she hadn't been able, or allowed to protect herself from.

Maggie took one painful step at a time herself. Her sexual flesh stretched and clipped between her legs. A constant reminder of what these people had done to her. What this person had done to her. There had been times when she had wracked her brain to think of who it could be doing this to them. Of who it could be ripping her family apart like this. There had been times when she had dug deep, and then deeper as she tried to think who it could have been. She had crossed paths, but not swords with many people on her way to the top. She wasn't aware of making any enemies. Business was tough at times. But that was it, business. For the life of her she couldn't think who would want to hurt her and her little girl in this way. It couldn't be business related. It just couldn't. But she had given up trying to think who it could be.

She could let that rip her up from the inside and she might never guess who it could be. It could actually be some random nut job who had picked on them for their red hair. Who knows. Maggie cried. And it wasn't just a sob. It was a steady and continuous cry. Like she had come to the end of her tether. It was a continuous almost pitiful crying. Like it had finally got to her. Like she had been through all of that where she thought it was all going to come to an end and that this was all a mistake. And now she was in the accepting phase. But that accepting phase was making her cry too bitterly. Like finally she was breaking down from the inside. Breaking down and crumbling.

Maggie was still crying when the doorbell rang. She held her breath. It was the early hours of the morning. Who the fuck could that be? Maggie sniffed and felt her heart miss several beats. And she winced from the entire amount of pain that she was in as she stood up. Another delivery? All these questions rushing through an already fucked up mind. She looked at the slight gap under that front door. There was a shadow. Someone, or something there. Then it moved so she knew it was someone, not something. She moved slowly, painfully to the door. There was no second doorbell sounding, or impatient knocking. It was like whoever it was, was making allowances for the slowness that Maggie was forced into. Who the fuck could it be? This was supposed to be a private, secure block and yet here was someone at her door in the middle of the night. Again! And there had been those deliveries. What the fuck was going on. Maggie stifled a sob. Like she didn't want the person on the other side of the door to know she was there. Or that she was crying. It escaped her that the person the other side of that door was the very person who would know exactly what she was going through because it was they who had and was putting her through it.

Maggie got to the door and she tried looking through the little spy hole. But all she got was another eye looking right back at her. A solitary blinking eye.

“Who is it?”

Maggie's voice was almost as feeble as her stature had become. There was no answer, just a knock on the door this time. One that was loud enough, and urgent enough to put Maggie more on edge. She had to open the door. She was immediately afraid but maybe things would become clearer. She had the feeling that this was related to what was happening to her and Melody and she needed to know. It had to relate to that. No-one came to her door in the middle of the night, ever and certainly they didn't get past concierge unless she gave clearance first. She could only think those treacherous little fucks downstairs had betrayed her. That they had let whoever it was past for a few £££. She had always despised that about Concierge – they always had a price. It might be a high price in some circumstances but there was always a price. They could always be bought off in one way or another. Little shits! Maggie leaned back against the door for a little time, absorbing the pain she was in but also, at the same time trying to get her thoughts together. She could neither absorb the pain or get her thoughts together. She was unravelling. There was no doubt about that. It was only very eventually that Maggie was able to gather herself enough to turn around and open the door.

At first there was nothing. No words – no exclamations, nothing. Maggie had swung the door open with a little bit of something that could have been taken for defiance. If she hadn't been in so much pain and discomfort then one might be sure that it would have been defiance. At last a chance, possibly, to confront whoever was doing this to her. And her little girl. When she opened the door there was this few seconds, or split seconds where the eyes just met. There was no doubt that the other person knew it was Maggie who would open the door. But Maggie had no idea who she was getting when she finally swung that door open. And when the eyes met for that first few seconds there was just this bemused look on Maggie's face. Like one of utter shock.

“You... you!”

It was all she could say.