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(Note: I am not the author, I am only the decoder.

There are two separate stories called "Blackmailed Wife".  I will be
reposting both of them, as BM1 and BM2.

If you are the author of this piece, I would like to get your name
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future
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                              BlkMldWf.zip - 17/17

                              The Blackmailed Wife
                                   Chapter 17

      Ann had prepared herself for the worst.  After receiving Dave's
cable
about arriving home in ten days, she had tried her best to convince
Julia that
she shouldn't be forced to attend anymore parties but she had insisted
she come
tonight anyway.  She had at last conceded that she and Max might give
the
photographs back to her.  Both of them had promised her, several months
ago,
that she could have them back when she had either worked off the
twenty-four
hours, or, when Dave came back.  She knew after the first few times with
Max
that she could never do it with that hateful clock.  In the several
months that
had passed since he first hung the pictures up, (and God only knows how
many
visits), she had only been able to use up a little over three hours.  He
always
found some reason for turning it off, despite all her agonizing efforts
to
please him or the many clients he allowed to use her.

      Ann had often wondered about these clients.  They always had
eastern
accents and looked almost like the characters out of old gangster
movies. Max
had some kind of dealings with them and she was certain it was not
legal.  He
wasn't making all of has money on that store.  It would have taken ten
of them
to support the way he lived.  At any rate, this was none of her
business.  Her
business was to get those pictures back tonight.

      The taxi let her off in front of the now familiar house and Ann
climbed
the steps dejectedly for what seemed like the millionth time.  She rang
the
bell and waited for Sidney's familiar face to answer.  No one came.  She
tried
again several times and could hear absolutely nothing from the inside of
the
house.  She felt a momentary sense of panic. Suppose they had decided
not to
see her again until after Dave arrived and then demanded she make some
excuse
to get her out here.  She had to get those pictures tonight.

      Ann walked around behind the house to the swimming pool in hope
the large
glass divider separating it from the living room might be open.  It was
closed
tight, and so were all the other smaller doors leading into the house
from the
back.  She would just have to wait until someone did come, she had to
talk to
one of them tonight.

      As she picked her way back around to the front of the house, Ann
was
suddenly frozen into immobility.  The most blood-curdling scream she had
ever
heard pierced the cool night air!  It seemed as though someone were
being
tortured horribly.  Ann wanted to run but she couldn't, her feet were
frozen to
the ground in fear.  Several dark figures stepped from the shadows
surrounding
the house and grabbed her.  She was dragged kicking, into the house and
up the
stairs into Max's playroom.

      Her eyes bulged and she had to place both hands over her stomach
tightly
to keep from vomiting at the horrifying sight that greeted her.

      Max was chained to the wall next to the racks, his arms and legs
stretched wide apart.  Carlos was standing in front of him holding a
glowing
hot poker several inches from his stomach.  Almost every inch of his
nude body
was covered with swollen black marks where the poker had seared into his
fat
flesh.  The room stank of burned flesh.  There was a pitiful pleading in
hit
eyes, not for salvation, but for death.  He showed no sign of
recognition when
Ann was brought in, his eyes remained immobile, staring straight ahead
as if
seeing nothing.

      Julia was shackled to the bed where Ann herself had undergone so
many
degrading experiences the last several months.  A Mexican was standing
over her
with the cat-o-nine-tails in his hand.  Her body was covered from her
face to
her ankles with nasty open gashes that had been inflicted by the
murderous
instrument.

      "Make them stop, Ann, please -- please -- please!" Julia whispered
through swollen lips.

      Ann jumped as Julia's pleas were cut short by the whistling smack
of the
multi-leathered whip biting deep into her bared breasts.  A low,
heart-rending
groan replaced the pleas.

      "Shut up slut," the Mexican spat at her.  He was obviously
enjoying the
torture and pain he was inflicting on the helpless girl.  The whip
snaked
through the air again, this time between her wide-spread thighs. Ann
choked
back the sickness that was building in her throat, as Julia faded into
unconsciousness.

      "Well, well what have we here?" Carlos said in an amused voice
when he
saw Ann standing in the doorway.  "Where did you find her, amigos?"

      "Outside, Senor Gomez," one of the men answered.  "She heard the
screams."

      "We should never have opened the door to let the smell from this
rotten
pig out.  I forgot about his lung power when he doesn't have his friends
around
to protect him."

      Ann suddenly fainted dead away, she could not take anymore of the
sight
of Max and Julia, or at least, what was left of them.

      She awoke several minutes later on the downstairs couch.  Carlos
was
holding her head and making her drink some raw-tasting brandy that
quickly
brought her to her senses.

      "Hello, Ann," he said in the thick accent she could still remember
from
Tijuana.  "I'm sorry you see that, I know it messy."

      "But why, Carlos, why?" Ann asked incredulously.  "How could you?"

      "Don't give sympathy, Ann, they not worth it.  They die for steal
money
from organization.  In this business, pay for thief is death.  I am
carry out
penalty."

      "You -- you mean you're going to kill them?" Ann almost whispered.

      "They already dead.  We burn house in four minutes.  I have to
leave you
in.  I have no choice, you a witness.  I kill butler for same."

      "Carlos, please don't," Ann begged with all her heart.  She had
noticed
the pictures were not over the bed when she was in the room and was
afraid one
of his men had them.  If he ever let them out in San Diego, the entire
base
would soon have copies.  She couldn't bear to come back and haunt Dave
from the
grave in that way.  "I promise I won't say anything.  Listen to me..."

      Ann quickly related the sordid story to him, telling him about
Dave and
what their plans were when he returned.  She poured her whole heart out
in her
last desperate attempt to salvage something from this awful mess.  She
knew her
chances were slim but it was the only thing she had left to hold onto --
Carlos
had to understand.

      "That like Schroeder," Carlos said.  "He tell me it to keep you
from tell
about organization -- what you know from store..."

      "No, it wasn't, I swear I know nothing!"  She was sobbing into her
hands
now, her voice out of control

      Carlos looked at her for what seemed an eternity.  She knew he was
deciding between what he should do and what he wanted to do.

      "Wait..." he finally spoke.  "I be back."

      He vaulted up the stairs and returned in a few seconds with the
manila
envelope.

      "You love husband lots, Ann, to suffer to get this pictures."  He
held up
the packet.

      "I do, Carlos, more than you can imagine.  All I want is the
chance to
prove it again."

      "All right," he said after studying her for another moment.  "I
let you
go!"

      "And -- and the pictures?" Ann asked, holding her breath.

      "I give to you... but keep one.  Keep honor among thieves when
hold some
security.  Your husband important to you as my life to me.  You go to
police it
mean -- my life -- it mean your husband too.  Is this fair between us?"

      "Oh, yes, yes it is!"  She knew, with all her heart, she could
trust
Carlos and that they both would be bearing terrible secrets about each
other.
So terrible that neither dared to do anything.  She leaped to her feet
and gave
him a warm kiss that she meant more than anything else she had ever
meant in
her life.

      Carlos opened the envelope and pulled out the pictures.  He shoved
through them rapidly, taking one and shoving it in his inside coat
pocket.

      "You and I," he smilingly admitted.  "I think much on that..."

      Ann found herself gniling back at him and deep within her she was
pleased
with the compliment though she never admitted it to herself again as
long as
she lived.

                                    The End

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