Bengiman and Hays had cleaned themselves up and put their clothes back on. After downing a few glasses of whiskey they both felt a little less agitated. The two men spoke not a word between them until Bengiman commented how disgusted by what they had done together, as he had never raped a woman, let alone side by side with another man.
"Well," Hays said nonchalantly "I wouldn't call what we did rape."
"How's that?" Bengiman asked confused by his statement.
"She didn't resist, she just lay there, you know, when you rape someone, the thrill is in the resistance, the fight she puts up, feeling her body squirm underneath you, it's not even really about the sex." Hays explained.
Bengiman was shocked saying "Oh, is that so? Now Hays, just how many women have you raped" he asked with a furrowed brow.
Hays merely laughed and said "Now, that's between me and Jesus."
Bengiman shook his head in disgust as he poured out another glass of whiskey. He went and sat on the opposite side of the jet leaning his seat back so he could close his eyes and try to take a nap. Hays settled back in his seat over the wing as he gazed out to his right watching the storm clouds below and the bright sun setting far off in the west. Within the dark swirling clouds he could see bright flashes of lightning dancing off in the distance as the hurricane grew in intensity. Hays felt safe up here above the clouds and the chaos of the world below. He reclined his seat and closed the shade as the soothing sounds of the jet's engines lulled him to sleep. All was quiet and peaceful in the cabin and the two men got some much needed rest, as Melissa was correct, they were old and out of shape, both nearing fifty, and it took all the energy they had to violate her. And it was in this gentle stillness they were awakened by the sound of the pilot's voice coming over the intercom.
"We have entered Guatemala air space and will be setting down in about twenty minutes to refuel at a small airport. So please fasten your seat belts as we may experience some turbulence due to the storm over the Gulf."
Bengiman did as he was instructed but Hays stood up and went over and opened the hatch of the cargo hold shouting down at their captive "We have to land to refuel so keep quiet!"
Then from out of the darkness below; which smelled of blood and urine, came a voice that sounded as if it were out of the mouth of a tormented demon from Hell when Melissa screamed up at them "Why am I still alive!"
The sound of her frightful voice made Hays feel extremely uneasy, and Mr.Pruce sat there a numbness overcoming him, as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, all the color draining from his face. Hays slammed the hatch shut, locking it as he went and sat back down over the wing, fastening his seat belt as a strange fear welled up inside of him, he felt very uneasy as if he were being watched, as if a thousand eyes had been there with them the whole time, watching every move he made as he forced himself upon Melissa choking her, biting her arms, and breasts. Now the flippant comment he made about it being between him and Jesus seemed to be haunting his thoughts for now he felt terribly ashamed for what he had done out of his own hatred and indignation.
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