Chapter 43 "Relatives"

Ralph stood up wearily. He walked slowly out of the room. He leaned his shoulder against the wall to steady himself. Jenny came around the corner and dropped her pieces of paper on the floor. She ran to the porter and tried to support him.

"What happened?" asked the school slave.

"Not sure. Need Doctor." replied Ralph.

Jenny helped him to the Doctor's office. Nurse Luxe came running over and also helped the porter onto the table.

"What happened?" asked the Nurse.

"No idea. Found him in the hallway with blood running down his leg." said Jenny. The Nurse quickly unzipped Ralph's pants and pulled them down. She wiped away some of the blood. After a few seconds she let out a small breath. She turned to Jenny.

"It's okay. It's not major. It seems his pocket knife cut into the top of his thigh. It won't need stitches and the blood is already clotting."

Jenny forced a smile and secretly thought, 'Damn!'

John's eyes popped open. It was very dark except for a small light in the corner of the room. He rubbed the back of his head. He checked his hand. A small amount of dried blood was on his fingers. He tried to study his surroundings but could only make out the bench he was lieing on. It was in the corner of the room.

He stood up and winced as the blood rushed from his head causing more pain. He resolved that whoever had hit him was going to have a very bad day. He crepted over to the light. Hiding in the shadows he looked at his guard. It was the young girl who had let him into the building. After working out his options he stepped into the light. She looked up at him, and smiled.

"Feeling okay?" she asked. Her voice was squeaky but assured.

"Fine." said John in a gruff voice. He located a suitable box and sat down.

"Who are you?"

"Her name is not important." said a voice from the shadows. John didn't turn his head as the voice was right behind him. He didn't want to make any sudden moves until he knew the situation.

"Fine. What is your name then?" John replied to the mystery voice.

"Does it matter?" came the voice again.

"Does to me."

The figure stepped into view. John looked up and then slowly stood up. He smiled, turned to his left and swung his arm out in a backhand. The figure caught it easily but didn't respond with a punch of his own.

John looked at the man's hand. "Where is Ivy?"

The man removed his hand. "She's . busy."

John turned and squared his shoulders to the man. "She's a teacher, not a slave."

The man nodded and smiled. "I know. Brother."

Doctor Every watched as the Nurse put a new dressing onto Ralph's thigh.

"You're lucky Ralph, it could have been a lot worse." he said.

Ralph winced as the Nurse pulled off some sticky plaster. She inspected how much body hair it caught, rolled it up into a ball and tossed it into the bin.

"Ya telling me Doc. I need a knife like what John's got." replied Ralph.

The doctor shook his head. "John's knife will slice your leg right off. Just stick to what you've got. Okay?"

Ralph shrugged his shoulders and put his head back on the pillow.

"Okay Doc."

Mr Boggis continued to hold onto the phone receiver even after the other end had gone dead. Jenny walked into his office and could hear the buzzing noise from the phone. She looked at the headmaster who seemed to be in a state of shock. She took the phone and helped him sit down.

"Everything alright Sir?"

"Naaaa . naaaa . " replied the headmaster.

"Excuse me Sir?"

Mr Boggis snapped back to the present. He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.

"No child. Everything is not alright. Mr Gabriel, my business partner, has just got married."

Jenny quickly tried to work out the problem with the news but failed to understand. "Sir?"

Mr Boggis shook his head. "His wife is called Janice Gabriel. Her maiden name was Winterbottom."

Jenny said what was on Mr Boggis's mind. "Oh. Fuck!"

"Yes Slave. That is exactly the case. Leave me as I need to think."

Jenny walked out and closed the door. Mr Boggis sat down in his chair and put his hands on over his face.

Ever so quietly he said, "Oh Fuck!"

John's shoulders stiffened. He glared at the man. "I told you never to call me brother." he said sternly.

The man shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever. Come with me."

John followed the man out of the room. His guard followed behind him he noticed. He wasn't impressed as slaves shouldn't move until they were told. His mind raced through his memories of the man ahead of him. He was in fact his brother. But he knew there was something he had to do first before he'd admit to that fact.

After turning a few corners they came into a room. John saw Ivy in the corner. Tears were running down her cheeks. Her wrists were tied together above her head. She hung about ten centimeters from a pad of nails on the top and sides of a wooden horse. She looked up and saw John. Relief swept across her face.

John growled to his brother. "I told you, she's a teacher!"

His brother didn't say anything. John heard clicking. He looked up at the device holding the rope as it dropped Ivy onto the nails. Ivy tried to scream but nothing came out. The nails dug deep and left bloody marks along her thighs and cunt. Her tits were also full of large red spots.

"What have you done?" John growled again.

His brother stepped forward. "Just the usual when dealing with Ivy. We gave her some drugs to numb her mouth and tongue. We've injected small amounts of wasp venom into her tits and as you can see, she's nailed."

John turned to see his brother smiling at his silly attempt at a joke. His brother caught John's eyes.

"Okay okay, we'll let her go. But please know that this was her request, not our punishment."

The man made a chopping motion across his neck. A second later four young Chinese men came out from behind a doorway and started to release Ivy.

John watched on. His brother moved back beside him.

"She's a good one bro. She loves giving it and taking it. Good picking."

"I told you again. Do not call me brother." replied John.

"Can I help it if we're . aaggh!"

John punched his brother in the back of the kidneys. Then with a quickness that didn't seem possible in such a big man John was in front of his brother and quickly brought his knee up to connect with the man's chin. The man grunted and fell backwards to the floor. He didn't move.

John turned back. The four Chinese men were advancing, their fists raised into a fighting stance.

Against John's instincts he turned his back to the advancing foe. He checked the room for a weapon. The little girl who was his guard had disappeared. His eyes focused onto a steel pipe embedded deep in the wall. He grabbed the end and pulled. It budged slightly.

John heard a yell behind him and moved to the side to escape a foot as it slammed into the wall. John grabbed the heel and pushed it upwards. The foe fell onto his back. John was still holding onto his heel. He looked at the pipe and before the man could make a move to stop him he jammed the heel onto the pipe's end. The man screamed as the pipe exited the other side of his heel.

One down. John blocked a roundhouse kick but took a punch in the chest. He leaned to the side as he man took another kick and caught his leg. He pushed the calf of leg into his side and dropped an elbow onto the man's knee. A popping sound echoed through the room. The man fainted and fell to the floor.

John turned back to the last two men. "Want some?"

John smiled as the two men fled. "They're clever after all."

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