Sweet Revenge Ch. 10

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"This just came for you sir." Hamed held the missive out on a silver tray.

William Sinclair anxiously reached for the letter and tore it open. "Thank you, Hamed." He quickly scanned its contents.

Lord Sinclair, I know you must be worried about Karina. I assure you that she is happy, well and safe, but I invite you to ascertain that to your own satisfaction. To that end, I once again offer you the services of my ship, the Sea Falcon, and her crew. They will be happy to provide transport for you and Elizabeth. Karina is anxious to see you both, and I look forward to the opportunity to finally meet you. I know I have a lot to answer for, but I hope for Karina's sake, we can put the past behind and move forward.

I hope you will accept my invitation. The Sea Falcon is scheduled to sail with the morning tide.

Sincerely, Lord Richard Bryant

There was a smaller note enclosed, and William opened it with shaking fingers. His eyes misted over as he read the words.

Dear Papa, I pray that you will accept Richard's invitation. I want so badly to see you. Please come. Love, Karina

William sat for a few moments, relieved to finally have some news of his daughter. Realizing that Hamed was waiting near the door, William quickly rose.

"Pack my bags, and have Mrs. White prepare Elizabeth's as well. We will be leaving for England in the morning."

The remainder of the day passed in frantic activity as William and Elizabeth prepared for their voyage. Elizabeth was just as eager as him to see Karina again, and the servants worked diligently to make sure all the bags were packed.

William made no effort to contact Stuart. He intended to get Karina's version of events before deciding how to deal with his son-in-law. When William boarded the Sea Falcon in the grey mists of early morning, he had no idea that Stuart Rawlins was already on board.

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Stuart woke when a bucket of cold, brackish water was tossed over his face. He sat up, sputtering and coughing. There was a throbbing ache at the back of his head, and he stared stupidly at the two seamen who faced him. He had a vague memory of them, but he couldn't quite remember how he had come to be here.

Realizing that he didn't know where he was, Stuart frowned and looked around. He was being held in a cell, and he was nearly certain he was on board a ship of some kind. The cell was only a few feet across in either direction. A lantern hung on a hook, spreading a weak glow of light over the seamen. They looked even more sinister with their faces largely in shadow.

"Who are you? Where have you taken me?"

The two seamen grinned, and George crossed his beefy arms over his chest. "Hello Gov'na. We were beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake up. I thought Mick had hit you a bit too hard."

That explained the excruciating pain he was feeling, and Stuart frowned. "What the hell is going on here? I demand to be released this instant!"

"You're not really in a position to demand anything, now are you?" Seeing apprehension flooding Stuart's features, Mick grinned. "Now, take off those fancy clothes you're wearing, and let's get down to business."

Stuart turned several shades more pale as he looked from one to the other. "Are you insane? I will not. Do you know who I am?"

Mick's grin faded, and he glared at Stuart. "Oh yes, we know exactly who you are." He pulled a pistol from the waistband and pointed it at Stuart. "Quit wasting time and take your clothes off, or I'll put a bullet through your skull."

Stuart blanched even further, and he quickly removed his clothes. He stood shivering and naked before the two men.

"That's better," George growled. "Now kneel on the bed, with your face up against the wall."

"What are you going to do?" Stuart asked.

"We're going to give you a taste of your own medicine, you piece of shit." Mick picked up Stuart's cravat and tore a piece off. He shoved it in Stuart's mouth and used the rest of the cloth to secure the gag. "That's better. Now, we won't have to listen to your whining while you take your punishment."

George removed his belt and snapped the loop of leather while Mick held the pistol to Stuart's head. "Let's see how you like being whipped."

George brought the belt down with the full strength of his arm, and Stuart screamed as the leather bit into his buttocks. He would have scrambled away, but the cocking sound of the pistol halted him. He stared up at Mick with terrorized eyes.

"That's right Gov'na. You move and I'm going to shoot you. Put your hands against the wall, and take what you've got coming."

Stuart moaned but complied, too frightened to do anything else. George brought the belt down again, this time across his back. The blows fell, and Stuart screamed with each biting lash of the leather. George didn't stop until Stuart's entire backside was crisscrossed with ugly, bleeding welts and Stuart had been reduced to sobbing behind his gag.

"That's better," George growled. "Now, let's see how you like being raped."

Stuart screamed incoherently behind his gag as the two seamen pushed him face down on the bed. They used rope to tie his hands to the head of the bed, and they spread his legs and tied them to the foot of the bed. George yanked Stuart's hair and forced him to face Mick, who was holding a wooden mop.

"You'll have to settle for a mop handle, because neither Mick or I am willing to shove our cock into a sack of shit like you."

He shoved Stuart's face into the bed and planted a knee in the small of his back. Stuart thrashed around, but George held his ass cheeks apart and Mick shoved the mop handle deep inside him. Stuart screamed in agony. Mick used the mop with vicious accuracy, administering the maximum amount of pain with each thrust. Stuart thrashed and fought, crying like a baby before he finally fainted. Mick gave one final shove and left the mop handle buried in Stuart's ass.

The two seamen stood up and surveyed their handiwork. Stuart lay unconscious with a bleeding, welted back, the mop handle still embedded deep inside him.

"That's just about what Sophie looked like when we found her," George growled. "Tied facedown to that bastard's desk, naked and bleeding after he had tortured her. He just left her like that and went to have his dinner."

"And that's just what we are going to do," Mick said nodding. "Come on."