Fend For Yourself
"Why do you think there has to be a catch? Can this not be just a friendly gesture out of the goodness of my heart?"
"People with goodness of heart don't come here." Emma responded.
"I beg to disagree." Redbull said. "But you are right. As you very well know, this life is all about giving love and receiving it. All you have to do in return for our protection is just a little, um… you know."
Emma frowned. She felt insulted. To hell with being respectful.
"I'm not a slut." She said, glaring at him.
Redbull sighed and rubbed his temple.
"You know what? Forget it."
He took two huge strides, covering the distance between himself and Emma and grabbed her roughly by the face.
He raided her face up until she was looking directly into his fiery, passionately burning eyes.
"Listen to me. You will suck what I give you, swallow whatever I eject, bend over when I tell you to, and you will enjoy it. Oh, and you will also occasionally service my brothers here as well, or I will do to you so many horrible things that you will wish, pray and beg for death and find none. Do you understand?"
Emma shook uncontrollably, her teeth chattered as if she had a bad cold. She was unprepared and too inexperienced for what she was currently facing. She felt like she was in the face of her greatest fear at that moment. The fear she felt was so immense, that she lost control of her bodily functions. Tears flowed out of her eyes. She peed herself, staining the tiled kitchen floor with a yellowish liquid.
She whimpered. Her brain stopped functioning. She was completely at the mercy of Redbull at that moment.
Right on cue, just as Redbull smirked with realization that the lady was basically vegetable in his hands at the moment, her roommate walked in.
"Hands off my property, Reddy." Emma's crazy roommate said. She looked at the face of the man standing at the door and relieved washed over her, not minding being called property.
"Your property? You threw her away already and I picked her up. Finders keepers, right?" Redbull responded, not even bothering to turn around to face who he was talking to.
"Has that ever applied to me?" Emma's roommate scoffed. "Release her and take your men and leave."
Redbull shook his head.
"What do you want with her?" Emma's roommate asked.
"What do you want with her?" Redbull repeated, throwing the question back at him.
"She's not a sex toy."
"Exactly why I am involved. Why would you bother with her if she is not like the others?" Redbull asked, finally turning to face the roommate of the girl he still held up. "And you know, I am actually interested in her. Since you have no use for her, give her to me for my service instead. It is rarely that we get to meet with women in this dang place, hmm?"
"Like I said, she is not a sex toy. And I don't intend to release her just yet. So, there was not finders-keepers nonsense anywhere to begin with. How about you loosen her right away, so that I don't remind you why I am the top dog here?"
Redbull roared in laughter. In the wake of the banter between Daniel and Red Bull, Emma had passed out.
"You think I don't know you are ill? You are not the same as you used to be, Danny. If you want her, I will like to see you try. Come and get her." He taunted
Danny scowled deeply and dashed at Redbull. Redbull threw Emma at him. Danny immediately stopped to catch her and Redbull wasted no time at all. He took full advantage of that brief moment of distraction.
Just as Danny grabbed Emma, Redbull threw a strong right fist that connected with Danny's left eye.
Danny staggered backwards, not letting go of Emma. He wanted to put her on the floor gently, but Redbull had always been an opportunist. If he lost sight of Redbull for a brief moment, that might very well be the end for him. So, he held Emma tight, carrying her princess-style and watched as one of Redbull's boys came at him.
He took a step backwards and kicked the lackey's side with his right leg, breaking his left ribs. The lackey spat out blood like a spraying bottle, hitting the ground on his other side. Without dropping his leg and still keeping an eye on Redbull, Danny kicked the lackey's temple temporarily putting him in a state of absolute unawareness of his misery. It would last only until he woke up. Then he would feel all the pain wash over him in a rush that would probably knock him out again.
Two other lackeys came at Danny.
Danny looked at them and retreated out of the kitchen. It was stupidity fighting with an unconscious woman in your hands. This wasn't a movie. And Redbull was too dangerous. He was someone you could never predict. Whatever he did in an obvious manner, was usually a cover – screensaver, for whatever he was actually planning and working on.
He was the kind of person who would have beaten you in chess before you moved your very first pawn.
He was a strategist, an assassin and a mighty skilled warrior. He was so unpredictable that sometimes, he would go as far as portraying himself as a mental, bull-headed patient to fool people and lead them by their noses without them realizing they were being manipulated.
These were the kinds of people Danny hated dealing with the most. Manipulators.
You could never tell when you had become a part of their game. And whatever you did to disrupt their work, would only lead to another plan that now involved your active participation in the attempt to achieve their plans.
That was why Danny had retreated. He had his own plans and they did not involve Redbull, so he didn't expect to have anything to do with him.
"Let's hope he's just feeling bored and playing around, and not that you are a part of his mission." He said, looking at the unconscious Emma.
He placed her on her bed and sat on his, grabbing his head. He laid down slowly, hissing and grunting.
"Tsssssss… Uuuuuuhh!! That dang Bull! Who's your target this time?"
He turned his head to look at Emma again.
"If you are a part of his mission, I won't be able to protect you from him. You will have to fend for yourself."