Airwolf Legacy

Chapter Fifteen

Kristien awoke to find that it was now evening. She was feeling so disorientated and so sick. Her cheek was burning and her mouth tasted of blood where she had lost a molar from Bryon’s left fist hitting her hard. Her head also ached. Kristien came round a little more and realised that she couldn’t feel her arms. They were above her head chained to the wall in Bryon’s bedroom. Dried blood trails were all down her arms where the spikes and the metal shards had cut into her wrists.

Bryon walked in and slammed the door shut. He was holding another syringe and he strode over to Kristien. Kristien struggled to find it in her to move but the restraints on her arms had shards of sharp metal inside them reopening the cuts on her wrists instantly, fresh blood trickled down her arms.

“Arh now little one.” Bryon caressed her face. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He warned her. “You will cut a vein and then after a couple of hours you won’t be fighting anyone.” He lowered his hand down her shirt touching her right breast, Kristien cringed as she tried to move away from his touch. Her heart was racing inside her chest and she broke out into a cold sweat as a slow realisation crossed her mind as she looked into Bryon’s cold eyes. He was going to rape her.

“Don’t.” Kristien shook her head at Bryon as he pulled himself close to her.

Bryon knelt down on her pelvis, pinning her down, the extra weight causing her wrists to dig deep into the metal spikes and shards on the restraints on the wall. Kristien gasped with the pain and more blood oozed down her arms. His hand with a talon like grip dug into her right breast, causing instant bruising. Kristien ignored the pain and struggled with her arms again. Bryon moved his talon like grip to her nipple and twisted it hard as far as the skin would allow, he licked her neck. “Don’t struggle little one.” He continued to keep his talon like grip on her nipple until she stopped struggling then her released his grip. With his teeth he took the cap off the syringe and then plunged it into her arm. Once he had dumped the contents into her he threw the syringe to one side. Kristien’s mind went into overdrive as she began to search for Stringfellow. He was there somewhere, coming closer to her, she could feel it. She pulled down the last barriers she had erected to punish him for the sick accusation of sleeping with Sayid.

“Good girl.” Bryon whispered into her ear. Bryon looked up at Kristien’s arms. She had opened up a vein, that was no good, she would bleed to death before he had taught her a lesson. He got off her and pulled out some handcuffs and placed one round her wrist and then carefully removed one of the spiked restraints. In that instant Kristien’s released hand went for Bryon’s throat and she gripped hard. Bryon was shocked with the intensity and strength that Kristien still seemed to have. Bryon held onto her vice like grip and tried to pull her hand away. He could not believe where this sudden strength had come from. He had given her enough drugs to make her compliant. He reached for his gun and with the butt of the handle slammed it down onto Kristien’s head, splitting it open ensuring her grip was released. He fell backwards out of her grip, struggling to breathe. He stood up rubbing his throat.

“You will pay for that little one.” Bryon spat rubbing his throat. He grabbed her forearm and yanked her up from the floor, turning and twisting her around and a loud popping sound broke the silence as Kristien’s shoulder dislocated as he forced the arm upwards behind her. He held her hard making sure her other wrist, still attached to the spiked restraint allowed a spike to open up a vein. Bryon released the dislocated arm and ripped Kristien’s shirt open, with one quick snatch he ripped her bra from her and threw her hard back down, her head hitting the hanging restraint, cutting open the back of her head instantly. Kristien let an involuntary scream of pain from her lips. Bryon smiled as he heard the scream of pain, this is what he loved. She lay half naked and Bryon stood over her taking her body in, planning what he was going to do next to prolong his sick pleasure. Blood oozed from the two head wounds that Kristien had. Kristien started to languish between reality and her mind. She was still searching for Stringfellow, calling him name.

“String, help me please.” Kristien called out with her mind.

“I am here Kristie.” Hawke stood over watching Bryon letch over her half naked body. Blood was everywhere, from her wrists and her head, it was pooling on the floor, congealing making everything sticky.

Hawke flew Airwolf furiously, feeling Kristien’s pain, watching the despicable scene that was playing out in front of him.

Bryon looked down at the twisted right arm, that wasn’t going to give him any more trouble. He knelt down on her chest and put his full weight onto her. Kristien struggled to breathe. Bryon clamped the other half of the handcuff onto the empty spiked restraint and then undid the spiked restraint off her left wrist. The spikes and shards of sharp metal had dug into her wrists and as he removed it copious amounts of blood poured from the open wounds. He looked down at Kristien who was being deprived of oxygen with the weight of his body on her chest. He moved off her and watched her as she slowly started to breathe again. Kristien came drifting back into consciousness. Bryon put his hands on her breasts, allowing his hands to firmly hold them. He looked further down and saw the start of her scar from where she was kidnapped and had her baby ripped from her with Tariqs idea of a caesarean. His other hand touched the scar and followed it down under her jodhpurs. He smiled at the length of the scar, eight inches. Oh how he had wished he had heard her screams for that one.

He looked at Kristien who was still slowly coming around. He thrust his hand further down and put two fingers inside her. He smiled with glee and tightened his grip on her breast. She had been altered. Tariq was a good servant. He removed his hand and took out his knife and cut the trousers from her limp body. Bryon looked hungrily over Kristien’s naked body. He felt his hard manhood throbbing, wanting to take her now, but he wanted to wait for her to become fully conscious. He wanted her to feel the pain. Bryon took delight from hearing the first sickening moans from his girls after they had been altered. He couldn’t wait for Kristien to come around enough so he grabbed at her right breast and with his knife in his other hand pierced her left breast. Kristien awoke with the pain but she did not utter a noise, knowing somehow Bryon got some sick pleasure from the screams of pain.

“Good girl.” Bryon whispered as he slowly drew out the knife, blood trickling from the wound, pooling on to the floor. He would have to be quick now, she was losing lots of blood. He wanted her to feel the pain. Kristien was shaking with cold and fear as Bryon undid his trousers and forced his hard throbbing penis inside her. The force he used gave her immense pain, more than the dislocated shoulder, more than the head wounds, more than the stab wound on her breast. She wanted to scream out, to beg him to stop. As Bryon thrust away at her his anger grew into a rage as no moans, no screams, no begs for mercy slipped from her dry lips. He took delight from the screams that he got from his women, knowing that his personal guards stood outside the doors listening to his sick sexual games. They got off on that.

Kristien lay still, her eyes closed and somewhere beyond the pain and cold, beyond the fear and there was a voice in her head. It was Stringfellow. Hawke reached out with his mind and held out his arms and picked up Kristien’s cold bleeding body close to him. She lay her head on to his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

“I’m here Kristie, shhh, I am here.” Hawke whispered to her.

“Help me please, tell him to stop.” Kristien begged for help. “Protect me.”

“Don’t fight him Kristie, that’s what he wants.” Hawke whispered to her, he felt violently sick for saying it to her, and his own stomach physically wretched with dry heaves.

Kristien weakly opened her eyes and Hawke looked down and saw the deep sea of pain that she was enduring was unbearable. Hawke put his hand over her eyes and closed them in his mind.

“Shh baby, close your eyes.” Hawke told her, feeling sick to the stomach at what was happening to her. He could not stop it, all he could offer was hope and comfort with his mind, he was flying as fast as he could to get to her. The cold, sharp pain that was stabbing her between her legs, making her pelvis ache severely. He could feel her arm hanging loosely by her side whilst the other was being cut into by the handcuff on the wall. He felt the iciness of her blood covered skin. Was she really that cold in a hot desert country?

Above her, with his rage completely out of control, Bryon continued to brutalise Kristien, his sister, with deep pounding thrusts deep into her pelvis.

Hawke continued to hold her close in his arms, sharing the excruciating pain she was enduring. Never in his life had he felt this helpless. Even when he watched his parents drown in front of him, although he felt helpless, he was only twelve and he too was fighting the cold waters of the lake from taking his life until Saint John swam out and hauled him back to the shore, half drowned. Hawke continued to see what was happening, feeling so powerless as he saw Bryon relentlessly thrust at her. Then he saw the sick menace finally get off her. Thank God he had finished.

As Bryon pulled out of her Kristien thought at last he had finished with her, that it was over but Bryon had one more sickening act to do. Bryon stood up and fastened his trousers and walked to the door, he opened it and his personal guards walked in. He was exhausted.

“Teach her how to be respectful.” Bryon ordered his guards to beat Kristien with him watching. Kristien who was laid out naked and broken in front of them. Both guards retrieved their batons from their belts and walked over to Kristien’s weak body, they held their batons high in the air and then thrust them on to her, several blows to all of her weakening muscles. Bryon stood over them as they turned Kristien’ weak body over and the violence continued. The drugs that they had given her, Kristien finally gave into them.

Kristien was far away being held closely by Hawke away from this brutal attack. He was keeping her safe. He held her cold bloodied body tightly. He hadn’t seen that much blood since he was in the Vietnam War.

Kristien came to and slowly opened her eyes. One eye wouldn’t focus and felt like it was going to pop out of her aching head any second. She lay there taking into account of what hurt the most and if there was anything she could do whilst she waited for Hawke to come to rescue her from this hell hole. Despite the heat of Dubawi Kristien was so cold. She knew she had lost a lot of blood, her heart was beating rapidly.

Bryon saw Kristien’s eyes open, he couldn’t believe it, she was still conscious. His anger had not subsided. He stood up over her and kicked her back. He grabbed her hand and dragged her to the stairs. He kicked her body down the stairs. Her head came into contact with one of the marble steps opening up the deepest of the head wounds that she had been given.

Kristien was barely conscious, she was wallowing between being with Hawke in her mind and a deep black unconsciousness which was inviting her, beckoning her to come to a place where there was no pain.

Hawke could see the darkness roll in to Kristien, it was inviting her to go with it. He held her cold, broken naked body close to him. He could feel her slowly drift over to the darkness.

“Kristie?” Hawke gently called to her. “Kristie?”

Kristien stirred. “Look it’s night time. It’s so dark and peaceful.”

“Stay with me.” Hawke told her, holding her tightly. “Listen to my heartbeat.”

“Where are the stars? It’s dark.” Kristien replied.

“Listen to my heartbeat.” Hawke gently told her, holding her close.

“It’s hurts here.” Kristien protested. “I want peace.”

“You have peace with me, you always have, listen to my heart.” Hawke told her. Kristien laid her head on Hawke’s chest, listening to his rhythmic heart beat. Hawke knew he was losing her, he could feel her slipping away. He was desperately trying to keep his deep brooding far from her, the pain he felt when he lost Gabrielle in the Libyan sand dune , the pain when he lost his high school girlfriend in their car crash, started to creep in. Hawke struggled to breathe, it was the darkness, it was taking his soul too. Airwolf’s scanners blipped into action.

“Listen, Kristie, listen to my heartbeat.” Hawke told her. “I am here.”

Byron’s personal guards appeared behind Bryon and told him of the sighting of a MACH ONE helicopter coming their way.

“Dump her out into the desert.” He ordered. “And contact Brother Khadaffi, I have Airwolf. He will want it.”

The two guards bowed and headed down the blood drenched stairs. They looked at Kristien’s lifeless body. Surely she was dead by now? They started to drag her along the corridor when the Palace Evacuation alarms went off. They dropped Kristien in a heap and returned to their Ruler’s side.