Hush Now..

He pulled the rope tighter, making me cry out in pain. My head felt so heavy, my blood tricked down my forehead.1

I looked into the eyes of my kidnapper. They were dark grey, emotionless, swirling vortex's of evil. He grinned at me wickedly and leaning forward, licked my face. 2

"Hush now my pretty, daddy Gorgon will take care of you.." His voice was spoken almost in a whisper and sent shivers down my spine.3

I couldn't think clearly, my head was banging and I could feel my pulse beating in my throat. I swallowed back the tears.4

My kidnapper, Gorgon checked over the rope that bound my legs and then pulled tighter on the one tying my wrists together behind my back. I screamed in agony, his face showed no emotion as I fell into the darkness.5

I awoke feeling sick, tired and in pain. Glancing through bleary eyes; I found myself tied to a large tree. 6

Gorgon sat not far off; tending a fire with a large stick. I looked at my surroundings. It was night, the moon fairly high in the sky. It had been many hours since he had battered me with a golf club and tied me up in the back of a van.7

I groaned uncontrolably and he glanced back at me, the light of the fire reflecting maliciously in his eyes.8

I shuddered as he walked towards me. Stroking my hair, he brushed where the golf club had cracked my skull. I gulped down the pain, a sick feeling rushed over me. I started to retch.9

"Hush now....Gorgon will take care of you." 10

I watched as he left and then returned with what looked like a damp cloth. He pressed it against my head; a burning, unbearable pain was sent down my spine. I screamed loudly and tears rolled freely down my face.11

"What are you going to do with me.." I managed to cry. I could see in his eyes he was calculating an answer. His rough, worn hands stroked my face. 12

"Daddy Gorgon will take care of you. Daddy Gorgon won't let anyone hurt you."13

"But you're hurting me! Let me go..please...." I murmured desperatly. He frowned then, an expression I didn't think I could possibly see on his face. 14

He stood up and shook his head as if trying to shake away the thoughts that were running through his mind.15

"Tell daddy Gorgon you're name little one" I looked up at him unsure as whether to answer him or not. I took a chance.16

"Kimberly. Now will you let me go?" I pleaded with him, but the hulking figure merely turned around and walked back to the fire.17

"Penny lied to daddy Gorgon...Penny's a bad girl..now what should daddy Gorgon do?" 18

Shit. He knew my name. What the hell did this creep want? A wave of nausea came over me again, and I lent forward and threw up. 19

He rushed over to me; using the back of his sleeve, he wiped my mouth of the vomit. He sat down next to me and stared thoughtfully into my eyes.20

After what seemed hours of the pair of staring at each other. He finally spoke.21

"Daddy Gorgon is not pleased with his Penny. Penny is a bad girl who lies. Penny is a bad girl who drinks. Penny is a bad girl who has sinful intercourse with men. Should Penny have forgiveness?" He glared at me, daring me to answer.22

I was 18. It was legal for me to do all these things..but there he was judging me. That's when I realised. This was Father George; the catholic priest from St Mary's Church, only a mile away from my home. 23

Holy shit!24

I decided to play his game...25

"Yes daddy Gorgon, I beg your forgiveness. Penny won't be a bad girl, Penny was mislead by bad people." I was still fearful, but I felt in control. 26

A smug smile crossed his face. 27

"Good girl..hush now..all will be well.." Father George stood up and slumped towards the fire. 28

I began to think quickly. Groping behind me I could feel rough bark on the tree. I started to rub the rope, begging that it would fray. Meanwhile I kept my eyes fixed on the Father; questions running through my mind a thousand miles an hour. 29

Why was he doing this?30

Had he done it before?31

Did people know he was a psycho? 32

Father George sat with his back to me; prodding the fire, making the sparks fly in the air. 33

The rope broke. As quietly as I could; I pulled my arms round and down to my legs. I worked on the knot as fast as I could. Father George shuffled and I froze. I held my breath. 34

He stayed sitting with his back turned to me. The rope untied, I stood up, nausea sweeping over me again. I looked around and spied the white van not too far off. My escape. The only issue was the keys.35

He must have them on him; I decided. Only one thing to do. I spied a fallen branch, just small enough, but heavy enough to do some damage. 36

I held my breath as I walked silently towards him; branch tightly in my hands. Preparing myself for a struggle; I swung the branch hard on the back of his head. He fell flat against the woodland floor. 37

I bent down quickly and searched his pockets while he was momentarily stunned. Finding my prize; and a sudden burst of energy; I ran towards the van. 38

I could hear him swaggering behind me, calling me the she-devil herself, but I kept running.39

I bundled into the front seat and locked the doors. I thrusted the key into the ignition and stamped hard down on the clutch and accelerator; putting the gear into first. The van leapt into life. I switched on the lights and saw him before I could stop. 40

BANG!41

Bugger..I had hit a priest...possibly killed a priest..but he HAD kidnapped me right? He HAD hit me over the head with a golf club. I sat in the van, engine running.42

I had to know.43

I stepped out of the van, clinging to the golf club I had found on the front seat. I looked down at the discontorted figure.44

Shit. There was blood everywhere. His right arm was facing in a way it really shouldn't and his eyes were already glazed over. 45

I looked down at him and I stood without fear. 46

"Hush Now..."