Richard jolted awake. Beside him lay the knife that had carved a hole in his leg. The pain was dull and aching but he could suffer through it. He had to get to the east side of the island. Jessica was in trouble and he didn't want to think how long it would take for Kyle Roberts to violate her in ways she never even imagined. He struggled to his feet, trying to ignore the pain. He reached down and grabbed the knife. "I'm coming, Jessica," he said several times while Kyle Roberts' cold voice replied. Waiting for you. "Don't touch her, you bastard." Richard hobbled toward the camp as fast as his injured leg would allow. * * * "I'd like to play a game, Jessica." Kyle said, approaching and winking his left eye. "I think you've realized by now that I enjoy sports." Thirteen college girls. "What I have in mind doesn't involve your mind. Are you curious?" "N—No." She shuddered. "Oh, that was absolutely perfect! That's the word I want you to moan for me." "J—Just let me go. Why can't Richard and I stay on the other side of the island and you can keep your—" "He had his side of the island," Roberts snapped, "and when he came upon you, my pretty one, he didn't share." "Maybe because he understands I'm not a slave, I'm not property." "All these years I've shared this island with him." Kyle reached out and grabbed her neck.
