Free Easy as One Two Three (Emma Frost) by Willow Rose Page B

the streets anymore. In every doorway they spotted figures, mostly women in short dresses. Eyes followed their every move from every building.
    "I'm not sure I feel comfortable here," Mads said.
    "Don't be so dull," Signe said and pulled his arm.
    Dark faces stared at them from corners and doorways. Dogs barked. The distant sound of music came from somewhere. Lights coming from the windows were dampened by heavy red curtains. Signe took one last turn into an alley with no outlet. Then she stopped.
    "This is it," she whispered her voice trembling with excitement. "This is just perfect."
    "This place?" Mads asked with horror in his voice. "What is it? Why are we here? Signe I really think we should be getting back."
    They weren't alone in the alley, they soon realized. From the corners and doorways on the sides, there were movements…there were people. Dark faces on well-built bodies were approaching them slowly.
    Mads froze. This place scared him. "Let's get out of here, Signe. Come. Let's go dancing at that club we went to last night. You had fun there, remember?"
    "No. We've been to every club in town. It's all just for the tourists. I want to experience the real Turkey…the raw and dangerous side to this country. Not just the plastic part made neat for us tourists, no…the dirty and disgusting part. The part that is hidden."
    "But…Signe. You know it isn't safe. The hotel owner specifically told us to stay far away from areas like this! Don't you remember? He told us to remember that Turkish men didn't have same respect for women as they do in Europe. That a blonde girl like you could easily get herself into trouble. These are not people you should mess with. Don't you remember the case of the nine year old Norwegian girl who was raped here?"
    Signe smiled as the men came closer. Mads didn't understand what she was up to. What was the idea with this? What was her plan? Then she threw her head back and took off the scarf to let her blonde hair fall down. She grabbed her coat and pulled it open, revealing her body dressed in nothing but a very small tight black mini dress with front openings showing her voluptuous breasts very clearly. Signe threw the coat at Mads, then moaned in enjoyment as the men approached her like wolves approaching prey.
    "Signe, please listen to me," Mads pleaded anxiously. He couldn't believe his eyes. What the hell what she doing? "We need to leave now. You don't realize what you're doing. You're drunk."
    But Signe didn't answer. Five men were now circling her, one pushed Mads to the side. Another grabbed Signe by the hair and pulled her close to him.
    "You wanna fuck, bad boy?" Signe asked.
    The nasty man smiled. "Yes. We fuck you little girl. We fuck you so bad you never walk again."
    Mads shrieked as another man grabbed Signe from behind and made her bend forward, then grabbed her dress and pulled it up. Another man slammed his fist into her face and she fell to the ground with a scream. Mads felt so helpless. These men were so much bigger than he. Why would Signe do this to herself? To them? Why? There was no way Mads could save her this time.
    "Little bitch," one of the men said, then pulled his pants down. "Now, you suck."
    The man who had hit her in her face grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up towards his crotch. Someone was behind her, trying to climb her. Mads started screaming.
    "HELP! Someone help us, please?"
    As the man in front of her tried to stuff his thing into her mouth, Signe opened her mouth and then screamed.
    "Now Mads! The coat! Check the pocket!"
    The pocket?
    Frantically, Mads grabbed the coat and pulled out a gun. He gasped when he saw it. Signe was screaming loudly now. The men were all over her, hitting her, and trying to rape her.
    "Do it, Mads!" she screamed. "Kill them! Save me!"
    Mads was sweating heavily, still staring at the weapon he was holding in his hand. He had shot rifles many times on his parent's estate. They went hunting every year on the first day