We
walked slowly, unwilling, it seemed, to reach the hotel too quickly.
Passing the park, he slowed, turned towards me and wrapped his
arms carefully around me, pressing me to him. The first embrace
with anyone, I've always felt like a gawky teenager and tonight
was no different. I leaned in to him, hearing his heartbeat racing
as I rested my ear against his chest. I was trembling, and was
sure he could feel my heart striving to outdo his. The trees leaned
down over the footpath here and I relaxed in their privacy, lifting
my head naturally up towards him, expecting the kiss. He was clumsy,
and smiled at himself, before bending down more confidently and
placing his mouth firmly on mine. It was wonderful, and I kissed
him back, wanting it to last. A car drove quietly past us, the
swish of its tires on the wet road nearly the only sound. When
it stopped nearby, Archer drew back, looking enquiringly towards
it.
"I'm
sorry Portia," he breathed.
"What
for?" I smiled up at him. "I didn't mind at all."
"No,"
he said gently, softly, and reached down to me again. This time
he was firmer, and when I tried to back away, he wouldn't let
go. Instead, he held me more tightly and pushed me towards the
car.
"What
are you doing?" I put every ounce of strength I could summon into
my voice. It was hoarse, and sounded strangely lonely in the silence
around us.
"I'm
sorry," he said again and he suddenly let go of me, heaving me
violently the last few feet towards the car.
Its
doors were open now and I landed, breathless, on my hands and
knees beside it. Two more men loomed out of the darkness of the
park and grabbed me, rough fingers dug into my arms and legs,
and I was shoved unceremoniously into the back seat. It was over
before I had a chance to take a breath, let alone even think about
calling for help. Still holding me, they slid themselves into
the car. Archer was already in the front seat. Then we were driving
through the deserted streets, light flashing rhythmically through
the car as we passed each lamp-post. I found myself thrust down
onto the floor, my face grinding into the carpet and someone's
boots placed firmly on my back. One of them grabbed my arms, throwing
me even further off balance, and twisted them up somewhere behind
me, holding my wrists together as I struggled uselessly. Something
was wrapped around my arms and I gradually lost feeling in them
to the tightness. I couldn't move, I was more uncomfortable than
I would have imagined possible, and bits of me were starting to
hurt viciously where I'd been scraped along the pavement and bumped
into the door of the car. To make it even worse, one of them leaned
down to me and pinched my ear so hard that I twisted without thinking,
trying to get away, effectively making it hurt even more. He hissed
at me that I should lie still and be quiet, or else, before letting
go.