Karl looked flattered. Surely he didn’t really believe Katherine could desire him? He relaxed his grip slightly. ‘Yeah? I ain’t so bad, eh.’
Katherine’s thoughts bounced around in her head. She let her body relax, trying to think what to do next as she retreated from his relaxed grip. The very thought of being so close to him nauseated her; his lust made her cringe. By her actions was she encouraging him or gaining time?
Suddenly an animal-like snarl brought her back to reality. ‘Whassa matter, eh? Ya ain’t changed ya mind ‘ave ya, eh?’
Katherine knew then that she had to do what was necessary to escape this horrid, evil man. ‘No, I just lost my breath for a moment.’
He reached forward, grabbed her brutally and pulled her towards him. ”Ere, ‘ave some of me whisky. Take a swig, that’ll fix ya breath.’
‘No thanks, I don’t drink liquor.’
‘Don’t drink liquor?’ Karl mimicked her again. ‘If I says take a swig, ya take a fuckin’ swig, unnerstan’? If I says jump, you says, ‘how high.’ Unnerstan?’
He thrust the bottle toward her. She put it to her lips and delicately took a sip. He gripped her jaw, squeezed
her lips together and forced the bottle into her mouth.
‘Drink up, bitch. Good for ya.’
The bottle hurt her teeth as he pushed it hard into her mouth. The liquid flowed unimpeded into her mouth. She couldn’t swallow fast enough. Rivulets of whisky ran from the sides of her mouth and down her chin. Karl removed the bottle. Still holding her head, he forced his mouth over hers and pushed in his tongue, even as she tried suck in a breath to recover. He released her with a push.
She coughed and spluttered, and he laughingly said, ‘Don’ waste good drink, bitch, ya’s spillin’ all down ya front.’ He was staring at the damp patches on her dress. ‘Better git that orf, eh? C’mon. Dry ya-self, eh?’
He rubbed his hands across the damp patches on her breasts. ‘C’mon now, dance and jump, bitch, eh. Jump for Karl!’
She forced a tremulous laugh and nervously asked, ‘How high?’
The effort of a joke failed as he snarled at her, ‘As high as ya fuckin’ can, ya bitch. An’ ya can start now.’
Her mind raced. She had one last card she could play. ‘I know what you want, Karl. Maybe we can do a deal?’
‘A deal? What kind a deal?’
‘You want to …’ she hesitated, it was so hard to descend to his language. ‘You want to fuck me, right?’
‘Too bloody right, I do.’
‘Well, this is the deal. If I let you, will you go tonight? Go and leave me and the children here? Or even leave now and we stay here and wait for rescue? I promise I won’t say anything to anyone about you. Is it a deal?’
Karl frowned. No woman had ever offered before. ‘No. I don’ need ta make no deals with ya, bitch. I can do bloody what I like an’ there ain’t nobody an’ nothin’ ta stop me. So I can fuck ya anyways.’
‘But, Karl —’
He stood and Katherine was horrified to see his genitals squeezed between the top of his shorts and his lifted singlet. His glistening, erect penis pointed at her like a malevolent weapon. He looked ludicrous. But dangerous.
She backed away but with he grabbed and twisted the neckline of dress. ‘But nothin.’ Ya gunna jump, an’ dance, an’ suck, an’ fuck, bitch.’ He forced to down to her knees. ‘Now, tell me ya want me ta fuck ya.’ Karl pulled her hair painfully back so tears sprung to her eyes. He pinched her breast.
‘Ouch! That’s sore, please Karl, let me —’
‘Garn, I’m waitin’.’ He pulled and pinched harder. The pain was excruciating.
‘Please, Karl. I —’
He gave another tug and her neck felt as if it were breaking. ‘Say it, bitch. Say it.’
‘I want it.’
‘Whadda ya want?’ Another pull.