Some of the other guards that the military had changed up were starting to protest as Jackson stalked his way down the isle. Shavian watched as a few people tried to kick out at him and he slapped their legs out of the way as he stopped by at the last seat.
“Leave her alone Jackson! Aubrey didn’t do anything!” Roger yelled over the din.
Shavian’s and Roger’s eye met for just a second. “Are you totally serious right now?” she shouted, then gasped out in pain as her head was pressed into the headrest of her chair. Forced to look up onto Jackson’s dark angry eyes she’d lost her ability to find any snarky comment for him.
“That’s better, Red. Your attention on me.” His breath was sour and he was in need of a bath. Aubrey was whining and tugging at her cuffs trying to get away from the man. Shavian couldn’t blame her: he exuded nothing but danger from every pore. What had they been thinking by letting him stay in the festival and out of their sight?
“Now that you have it, you even sure you know what to do with it?” She almost got the line out, but her voice cracked on the last syllable. She felt helpless and scared witless. She felt her head whip sideways and she didn’t register the smack till warm pain started to radiate over her cheek.
“Watch it bitch, I’ll fuck you up good.” He leaned over her and his breath made her want to puke. “No Fipps now.
No too-stupid-to-talk cops around to keep me back.” He smacked her back the other way and her head bounced off the armor plating at the back of the hold. She tasted blood in her mouth. As hard as she pulled she couldn’t get her hands free of the cuffs. They did nothing more than dig ever more painfully into her wrists.
“That’s the big boy isn’t it? Picking on little girls like a bloody coward!” Rogers called over the growing ruckus. Jackson pulled Shavian back up by the hair, tears flowed freely. The first cheek he slapped felt puffy already.
“Say another word ya fat fuck, give me a reason,” Jackson said.
“I will kill you!”
Again he smacked her.
“Roger! Stop helping!” Shavian said licking at her split lip. Roger wanted to protest, but stopped when Jackson raised his hand.
“… … …, “Shavian mumbled.
“What was that, Red?” He was leaning over her again as if he was trying to hear what she was trying to say. She didn’t like him this closer to her, befouling her. She leaned her head back and mumbled again.
He was right on top of her, he might as well be sitting in her lap, and he pulled her head back by hair.
It’s always the hair with this guy!
She looked up into his sneer and tried to calm her nerves. She’d herd that people when pressed into these types of situations would have out of body experiences. That the bad things where happing to some girl that she was watching. Not her, she was to be stuck in this body for the duration.
“I think you just like me grinding on you, don’t you girl?”
“N…” she said softly.
“No, what?”
“No, I said,’nuts!’” She put all her might behind a hard thrust of her right knee, landing the driving thrust home into Jackson’s groin.