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“We’re going to skip the formalities Ygritte,” Jordan strolled into the study and pushed Amelia’s chair back, “Why did you you do it??”
“Jordan I-” Amelia looked at him, frightened, “Preston said if I didn’t do it then-it would have been me instead,” she hung her head in shame.
“Hmm..” Jordan held his chin and pretended to be in deep thought, “so you gave up Lana instead..makes sense I guess,” he shrugged.
“What?!” her head snapped up.
“Preston is a crackhead and is blazed half the time..what’s your excuse for taking part in this Amelia,” his eyes were fire and ice all at once.
“He threatened me-” she cried out.
“But you made conscious decision to help him rape my wife didn’t you?!“Jordan shot back, “you even spiked her drink with a double dose of the drug!” I shouted, “why did you do that? Huh?!”
“I was scared!” she said as the tears pooled her eyes,
“Ahhh..I see..” Jordan stood up, ” are you scared Ygritte?” Jordan got up stared directly into her eyes.
“Y-e-ss..” she gulped and looked at the bodyguards that towered behind Jordan.
“Good,” Jordan said with satisfaction, “it’s good that you’re afraid,” he paced around her chair, “At least I’ve got the decency to plan this thing in front of you; and not behind your back like what you did to someone that considered you a friend,” he stopped in front of her, “Now I’m going to get one of these guys to lock you in a tiny bathroom and have his way with you? How about that? Sound familiar?”
“Don’t! Please! I’ll do anything!” She fell at Jordan’s feet and grovelled.
“Guys can I have a volunteer to take this lovely lady into the restroom and do what ever you feel like with her? Actually I want you to go as far as Preston did with my wife..or further maybe? Rick? Pete? You’re game?” Jordan asked.
“Let me at her JC. I think I will do a good job than Rick over here,” Pete motioned with his head.
“No, no, no. Please allow me JC? I will do a better job than Preston,” Rick said smugly.
“Okay Rick you’re our guy!” Jordan patted Rick on the back, “don’t worry Amelia I’ll just turn a blind eye just like you did and I hope, for your sake, there’s someone that cares enough to come and knock the door down-like I did,” Jordan stepped away from her, “Hey don’t forget to rough her up and spike her drink before-just like they did to my wife.”
“Waaiiitt! Don’t leave me! I’m sorry! Please! Preston made me do it-he-he threatened me!” Amelia wailed.
“Why didn’t you come to me?! You had a choice and you did the wrong thing Amelia! That makes you as bad as Preston!” Jordan yelled at her, his blue eyes blazing.
"Let me explain? Please?"
"Lana is a weeping, shivering mess! She was screaming all night! The doctor had to keep her sedated just so she could get some sleep." Jordan raked his hands through his hair. "Her body is black and blue-and-I have to look at that-and it's the worst feeling like ever!" He was torn, "and you did that to her Amelia..you did that.." he said overcome with emotion.
"I'm sorry," she sobbed, "I'm-soo-sorry!"
“Well apology not accepted. Enjoy your stay in prison,” he informed her before he left the room.
“Take her away Rick and don’t come out until she passes out just like Lana did.” Jones looked down at her with disgust.
“Jones! Please don’t do this!” she pleaded but Jones was having none of it.
“You saw it fit to do it to Lana so why should I feel sorry for you? Take her away,” Jones said.
“Noooo! Please!” Amelia screamed as Rick threw her over his shoulder; to carry out orders.
“How far do you want to take this Jordan?” Jones asked as they walked to the car.
“As far as Preston took liberties on my wife,” Jordan replied tersely, “I want her to experience everything that Lana went through. She should have a play by play version and we’ll see how she feels being in the same shoes.”
“So they’re not going to actually...?” Jones raised his eyebrow.
“No! I gave them strict instructions not to take it that far,” he reiterated.
“Okay,” Jones opened the door for Jordan and he jumped in.
“Please take me to the hospital? I need to check on Lana before I lose my mind,” Jordan sighed heavily, “the doctor has assured me that he didn’t..get very far.”
“What a relief!” Jones sagged on the driver’s seat.
“If he had-I was going to kill him with my bare hands,” Jordan clenched his fist.
“Not if I got to him first-with a bullet straight through his head,” Jones said with conviction.
“I think we need to leave this place for a while..to help take her mind of things.” Jordan said, “please make the arrangements?”
“Where are we going to this time?” Jones questioned, knowing he was part of the plan.
“Jamaica,” Jordan replied.
“Good morning baby,” Jordan sat on the hospital bed and held Lana’s hand. Her eyes fluttered open and she groaned.