Just Once by L.M. Mountford

Author:L.M. Mountford
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Lord of Lust Publications
Published: 2021-12-14T00:00:00+00:00

When Faye awoke in the morning, to the bright new dawn, the first of a new year filled with possibilities, Terry was gone.

As a rule, never fuck with the Germans. Krauts weren’t known for their sense of humour.

Then again, rules were meant to be broken.

It took a lot for Terry to think he was in trouble, but when the first of his interrogators walked into the room, he knew he was well past that point. In fact, he was so far up shit creek, the water had dried up and he was slogging up fucked up way with a very clear dead end just ahead.

A dead-end in the shape of a huge, meaty fist arcing straight towards his...

Light exploded across his eyes. Pain split his skull and the manacles, leashing him to the floor-bolted chair, were all that kept his naked body from being thrown over the armrest as the fist slammed into the side of his head like a .50 BMG bullet.

It was a decent punch, short and fast. Pretty bloody fast for a bugger that size.

Then again, Terry couldn’t say he was surprised- the guy had the look. The look of a man well-schooled in violence, with a barely restrained savagery that made his eyes burn a baleful blue. Like a savage dog.

At well over 6-foot-tall, with a broad and muscular frame that bulged beneath his tight black t-shirt and a face like an anvil topped with a brush of sharp blonde hair, Terry could imagine this was just the sort of man dear old Heinrich Himmler had been picturing when he had outlined the requirements for joining his infamous SS.

Just the sort of man the Spooks would hire for a job like this.

Across from him, his inquisitors watched from behind the safety of the Dell XPS’s 15’ screen propped up on the steel table in the centre of the room.

Once they would have been required to sit in on this personally, but times had changed. The cold war was long over, and the miracles of modern technology ensured they could now ask him all the questions they wished from the safety of their conference room on the top floor.

God forbid the bastards risk getting blood on their dry clean-only suits.

There were five of them. Four men. One woman seated at the centre.

All of them were clean cut and dressed in immaculate grey business wear. So grey, the colour seemed to have seeped into their very skin. The typical bunch of German bureaucrats.

None of them spoke. Nor had they asked a question yet. They just watched, their faces blank and expressionless, regarding him with all the contempt they would a bug.

A cockroach they were about to crush.

“Ow...Such hospitality. I take it we’re skipping the tea and biscuits?” Terry groaned, working his jaw from right to left. It hurt like hell, but there were no bones broken, not yet anyway. “Isn’t this the part where you ask me my name?”

“We know who you are, Mr Walker.” The woman didn’t waste time with niceties.

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