Penal Island (5 page)

Mika
looked from one man to the other, not knowing what to do.
 
“Uh, uh…”

The
sound of a helicopter caught their attention and they watched as a small
chopper landed on the beach not far from Carver.

“What’s
happening?”

Mika
was pulled to where she could get a good view.

“Yeah,
Milas
, what’s that?”

“I
don’t know, Stein, but I’m guessing it’s not good.”

The
big man cast his shadow over both Mika and
Milas
as
they watched two young women taken roughly from the chopper.

“Are
they drunk?”
 
Mika didn’t understand any
of it and then she saw a woman she knew.
 
“Jana!”

The
shout was stifled by an irritated
Milas
.
 
“Shut the fuck up!”

“But
I know her.
 
We were like sisters.”

Milas
’
eyes seemed to soften, if only a little, at Mika’s words.
 
The two women seemed to be zombies as they
were led into the forest by Carver.
 
The
chopper took off and Mika begged to help the women.

“I
can talk to him.
 
Maybe he will listen.”

Stein
roared at Mika’s assumed joke.
 
“Woman,
that man is a cold blooded killer.
 
You
can’t talk to a killer.”

Milas
grabbed Mika’s arm and pulled her toward the lower level of the ship.
 
“Get some sleep, woman.”

Mika
crawled into the small space and onto the cot in the corner.
 
She had no idea what these two lunatics were
planning to do with her, but she was tired.
 
Milas
and Stein settled in on the upper level
beneath a full moon.
 
Mika lay awake and
waited for the loud snoring from the big man on the upper deck.
 
Stein’s snoring was much louder than
Milas
’ rumblings, but Mika knew they were both sound
asleep.
 
She pulled on a pair of
Milas
’ worn jeans and doubled the belt at the waist, pulled
on an old shirt that she found, and slowly crept up the stairs.
 
The steady snoring of
Milas
and the loud snores of Stein seemed to have formed a rhythm and she snuck away
easily.
 
She ran along the beach and
looked back once before daring to follow the well beaten path of Carver.
 
She had to know where Jana had gone.
 
Darkness surrounded her and the shadows took
on the form of gargoyles but it did not make her turn around.
 
The footsteps led to a cave with the entrance
loosely covered with leaves and twigs.
 
Undaunted, she began pushing them aside as best she could.
 
She had cleared only a few when she felt a
hand grab the back of her hair and pull her away.

“
Oww
, stop!” she begged as she was nearly knocked to the
ground.

“Well,
what have we here?”

“I’m
Mika.”

“I
don’t care.
 
What are you doing here?”

“I,
uh, was, on the boat.”

Carver
let go of her hair but he held her tightly by her slender waist.
 
“So you were the one that got away.”

“What?”

“You
were brought here by my not too bright friend, but you got away somehow.”

“Are
you going to send me on the marriage boat?”

Carver
raised his eyebrows at Mika’s question.
 
“Ah, yes, the marriage boat.
 
Your prince is waiting, I’m sure.”

Mika’s
eyes brightened at the new prospect.

“Come
inside.
 
This is where you will be
prepared for the ship’s arrival.”
 
Brushing the foliage quickly aside, Carver led Mika into his dark home
where she could not see where she was going.

“Where
am I?”

“
Shh
.
 
You must not
question your preparation.”
 
The big man
pushed Mika down onto a pile of what she assumed was blankets and forced her
mouth open with his probing tongue.
 
She
nearly gagged but she did not make a sound.
 
The thick thighs forced her legs apart and Carver forced the oversized
jeans down Mika’s slender legs.

“What
are…
”

“
Shh
...,” he moaned, as he felt his body respond to the
young woman beneath him.
 
The forceful
man ripped the worn shirt from Mika’s body in his quest to dominate her.
 
The young woman’s nipples begged for the warm
moist mouth that claimed them.
 
Mika
tried to get away but Carver wouldn’t allow it.
 
He stifled her screams until he felt her body begin to relax beneath
him.
 
When he looked at her, she was
silent, her body moving with his.
 
“That’s the way your prince wants you to be…eager for him…a real woman.”
 
Carver entered her with force, pushed into
her depths, as she spread her legs wide for his thickness.
 
She was his to dominate.
 
He cared nothing about her pleasure.
 
She had cost him money by hiding, and this
was payback.
 
The hardened criminal had
not had a woman in years and he thrust into Mika as hard as he could, as if he
were trying to kill her.
 
She moaned
beneath him and he went harder, mistaking her moans of pleasure for groans of
pain.
 
When he looked up, her eyes were
closed.
 
“You deserve this, woman.”

“
Mmm
, yes I do.”

The
dense Carver ignored the remark and fucked her harder until he rose up and
pulled the slender legs to him, lifted Mika’s hips, and unleashed a gusher
inside of her.
 
He pushed her off of him
hard and fast, and she lay on the pile of blankets, her breasts heaving as she
caught her breath.
 
Carver stood over
Mika, his softening cock swinging over her, and ordered her to get up.

Mika
pulled on her jeans and held up the torn shirt.
 
“It’s torn.”

Carver
glared at her and she wrapped the torn garment around her, tying it at the
waist.

“Where’s
Jana?”

“Who?”

“Jana.
 
She’s one of the women you led here.”

“That so?
 
I never take the time to ask their names.”

“Can
I see her?”

Carver
slowly pulled on his jeans, displaying himself to Mika like a proud
peacock.
 
He took his time answering her,
thinking of the answers he wanted from her in exchange.
 
“How do you know Stein?”

“Stein?”

“Don’t
play dumb with me, woman.
 
You been
stayin
’ with him and his
friend.
 
Where they
hidin
’ out?”

Mika
opened her mouth to answer but she remained quiet.
 
Stein and
Milas
were as strange as this guy and maybe as dangerous.
 
“Oh, those two.
 
I snuck onto their ship but left before they
knew I had been there.”

Carver
didn’t believe her.
 
He didn’t believe
any woman.
 
It was a woman who had sent
him to prison, and that chip was firmly attached to his shoulder.
 
“Tell you what…you tell me where their ship
is and I will let you see the slut woman.”

“Jana
is not a slut!
 
Let me see her…now!”

“But
we were having such a great time.”

“Let
me see her!”

“Nah…not yet.”
 
He came toward her and Mika
screamed as loudly as she could.
 
The
sound echoed in the hollow cavern, and the two women being held in a different
part of the cave looked at each other in fear.
 
Whatever their captor was doing would certainly be their fate in a
matter of time.

Mika
ran from the dark dwelling and began fighting her way through the foliage
covered entrance.
 
Carver was right
behind her and she could feel his presence and then she felt his fingers on her
shoulder.
 
A thud made her jump and she
turned on instinct to see the big man fall face forward, having tripped on a
clump of mud.
 
Mika screamed and began to
tear feverishly at the twigs and branches until she could squeeze through.
 
Running as fast as she could through the
woods, not knowing if she was on the path to the shore, she tried not to
scream.
 
She dared not look back.
 
He could catch up with her easily.

Once
she reached the beach, Mika stopped before going down to the ship where she
hoped that Stein and
Milas
had not noticed her
missing.
 
She quickly turned to see if
she had been followed and noticing no evidence of it, she ran down the shore
and slowly stepped onto the boat.
 
She
listened for the steady snoring of
Milas
and she
breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the low timbre.
 
She tiptoed to where she could see him, and just
as she saw him she felt a big hand over her mouth.
 
When a strong arm grasped her waist, she kicked
the leg of her attacker only to have a strong leg wrap around both of
hers.
 
She tried to bite the hand that
held her, but she was carried to the lower level by her attacker.
 
Forced to look at the man who held her so
tightly that she could barely breathe, Mika’s eyes grew big as the dark eyes of
Stein met hers.
 
She mumbled something,
and Stein slowly took his hand from her mouth.

“Do
not scream.
 
I’m warning you.”

Mika
nodded as she stared at the big man.
 
Her
eyes went from his chest slowly downward to where his thick cock made a
definite outline in his jeans.
 
When she
met his eyes again, the smirk on his face made her angry.
 
“It’s a pity that we cannot always have what
we want, eh?”

“Huh?”

He
took her hand and folded it over the thick bulge.
 
“You want some of this?”

She
forced her hand away.
 
“No I don’t.”

“Ah,
lassie, you are lovely, and as much as I would love to fuck you,
Milas
and I do not share.”

Mika
rolled her eyes at Stein, but all he did was laugh.
 
“If you knew what was good for you, you would
be kissing my ass and begging me not to tell
Milas
‘bout what you been
doin
’.”

“I
haven’t done anything!”

The
heightened sense of Stein told him otherwise.
 
“I detect the scent of a man on you, and that scent does not belong to
my good friend sleeping on the deck of this ship.”

Mika’s
smile quickly faded and tears filled her eyes.
 
“Are you going to tell him?”

“Not
if you make it worth my time.”

“What
do you want?”

“Take
me to him.
 
He is hiding women, is he
not?”

“What
are you going to do to them?”

Stein’s
laughter was louder now and Mika feared he would wake
Milas
.
 
“
Milas
and I are
not the evil men you think we are.
 
Carver is the face of evil.”

“But
he makes the arrangements for the marriage ship,” Mika protested.

Stein’s
anger at the young woman’s stupidity was evident and he gripped her by the arms
and lifted her from where she sat and held her at eye level.
 
“There is no marriage boat, woman!
 
That man, Carver, is selling women.”

“No,
he isn’t.
 
Perhaps there is a fee for the
voyage.”

“Oh,
there’s a fee alright.
 
Human trafficking
is a money maker, and you, lassie, are a hot commodity.
 
You ever hear from any of the women who took
a trip on the ‘marriage boat’?
 
Ever meet
their ‘new husbands’?”

Mika
shivered.
 
Was it true?
 
The mothers cried for days when their
daughters left in the middle of the night, but they had told the younger women
that they cried because they were happy for their daughters and the wonderful
new lives they would have.
 
They spoke of
gentlemen and fancy dresses to be worn at balls and other lavish affairs.
 
Almost in a whisper, she admitted, “They were
never heard from again.”