Chapter 77

• Down stairs Cutter had sent Crazy Carl out to keep watch on the front areas and Mike was sent to watch the pool and back areas. Debbie was standing near a window trying to look relaxed and not as petrified as she actual felt inside. Still dressed in the very expensive dress she had worn out shopping this afternoon she looked ten years younger than the thirty-six years she was. Cutter guessed her to be about five foot nine or ten inches tall without heels. Real blond hair bound back in a pony tail. Facial features of a model with very little sign of any wrinkles. He also guessed about 36-28-37 but the true figures would expose themselves soon. Cutter had to chuckle at his own humorous thoughts. He walked over to her and stood before her. Debbie pushed her body back against the wall as tight as she could. "Let's sit down, have a after dinner drink and relax. It's time to plan our lives for the next few days." With that he took Debbie's hand and let her to the sofa.
• Pouring two more Cognacs he handed one to her and sat down very close to her with their thighs touching. Debbie tried to move away but the arm of the sofa prevented her from removing the contact. Cutter sipped his drink and said nothing for a while then turning to her he said, "I want you to understand that I meant what I said earlier. If you and the kids don't cooperate fully with each and every demand made of you, you will suffer punishments and pain as you have never dreamed of. Do you totally accept this as the truth and will conduct yourself accordingly while we are your guests?" Debbie smelled the Cognac laden breath of this part animal part suave gentleman as he whispered to her. Her mind was reeling with all that had happened so quickly but she knew she had to stay clear if she and the kids were going to survive. He mind continued to flash with vivid scenes of what could and most likely would happen to her, even if she complied.
• Like all women, Debbie had fantasized many times about rape but always during those fantasies she was in control and the man was what Dawn would call a "hulk". Never did she dream of four escaped convicts using her body in anyway they choose. "Well?" Cutter's sharp voice cut though her thoughts and quickly brought her back to reality.