Free Captives by Shaun Hutson Page B

Dexter in a sightless stare.
        The doctor looked down at the man's hands and saw that the fingers were drenched with blood, strips of flesh, some two inches long, stuck beneath the nails. He had used his fingernails like claws on his own face, gouged his own eye from its socket.
        Colston, standing in the doorway, was aware almost for the first time of the uncanny silence that reigned over the rest of the ward. It was as if the other occupants were in silent mourning.
        'The same as the others,' he said quietly.
        Dexter nodded and got to his feet, the expression on his face one not of sadness but of anger. He looked at Colston.
        'I want a report on my desk by the morning,' he said. Then he looked back at the shredded features of the man, blood beginning to congeal in the wounds. 'We have to know.'
        

SEVENTEEN
        
        He gripped the headboard and thrust harder into her, each motion of his hips accompanied by a grunt.
        Ray Plummer smiled down at her as he penetrated her, gritting his teeth in concentration, his efforts enlivened when he saw the look of pleasure on Carol Jackson's face.
        She gasped and raised her legs, hooking them around the small of his back, raising her buttocks to allow him deeper penetration. She began to rotate her hips gently, coaxing him towards the climax she knew was close.
         Come on, for Christ's sake get it over with.
        She moaned loudly, knowing that the sounds she made, coupled with the clenching of her vaginal muscles around his penis, would, as ever, bring him to climax quickly.
        He was sweating profusely; as she ran her fingers up and down his back she felt their tips sliding through a sheen of perspiration.
         Come on, Ray. You can't hold out much longer.
        'That feels so good,' she cooed expertly. 'Do it faster.'
        'Faster, slower,' he panted, trying to keep up his rhythm. 'Harder, softer. How do you want it?'
        'All those ways,' she breathed.
         Only just get a bloody move on and finish, will you?
        She reached over and began to squeeze his testicles, stroking them gently, breathing ever more deeply, her exaggerated show of pleasure becoming more pronounced.
        She felt him stiffen, felt his body tense.
        'Oh yes,' she gasped with relief, knowing the time had arrived.
        He thrust into her with one final, deep lunge and she felt his hot seed filling her, seeping from her vagina as he continued to pound away, his breath rasping in his throat.
        She reached up to stroke his hair but he pushed her hand away, content that she should run her fingers up and down his back.
         Get off me for Christ's sake.
        He remained on top of her, his breathing gradually slowing.
        'Jesus, that was good,' she gasped, her own breath coming in practised gasps.
        He touched her cheek with his fingers and smiled a smile of accomplishment before finally rolling off her and lying exhausted on the bed, wiping perspiration from his forehead. Immediately she reached for the tissues beside the bed and began mopping up the warm fluid seeping from between her legs.
        'Leave it,' he said breathlessly, watching as his semen trickled through her pubic hair.
        She rolled onto her side and began stroking his chest.
        'It's all right for you,' she said. 'You don't have to sleep in the wet patch.'
        He laughed humourlessly.
        'You should be used to it by now,' he muttered, holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger.
         I've done it to you enough times.
        She moved away from him slightly and laid her head on his chest, listening to his heart pounding, closing her eyes in relief that it was over for another night.
        'Felt good, didn't it?' he said, his tone self-con-gratulatory.
        'Yes,' she lied.
        She could feel his semen oozing uncomfortably over her thighs but she