THE DESPISED SON-IN-LAW

Chapter 8

James held Peter Causey by his collar and landed another punch to his already broken nose.

"This will teach you not to mess with women. They are the weaker vessel,  fragile, and are to be protected not manipulated or hurt!" He said granting him another punch.

Peter whimpered as James stood over him with an upper hand of power hitting him across the face. He could barely utter a word and so he settled for sounds instead. James allowed his eyes to scan the room for the camera that he had heard the other men talk about while he was outside before he began to fight them.

"Where is it? Where is it?!" James yelled at Peter Causey, but he had no idea what James was referring to.

"Where is the camera you intended on using to humiliate Sarah, where is the darn camera you fool!" He hit him across the face again, as Peter's hand rose shakily, he directed his forefinger towards the direction of the table behind James where he had placed the camera within a flower vase.

James got up off him and went to the flower vase. He reached into it and pulled out the little camera Peter Causey had hidden. Merely watching his torture of Sarah, how he licked her and groped her made his blood boil with demonic anger that made him want to slit Peter Causey's throat.

"Slitting your throat would be too easy a death for you " he murmured under his breath to Causey. He watched as Sarah struggled to break free from his grip, yet he held her down and continued his molestation.

James nodded his head slowly, as hot rage filled his eyes in teary forms. He went to the record folder to look for the video and found lots of other videos of victims he had successfully raped and caught on camera.

According to sources he had read before during the flying news about Peter Causey's rape cases, it had been said that he posted these videos on adult sites where rich men got off themselves watching young women being molested against their will.

He made a lot of money off these men and that was how he had stayed in business for so long. According to him, he boasted that those ladies wanted money, wanted his money. and at the end of the day, he paid them off from what he had gotten from the shoots.

So much money they could no longer testify of his hideous acts and molestations. Peter found Sarah's video and clicked delete. He went back to the recording screen and hit the red button which started the recording process.

"Now, it's time for you to smile at the camera Mr. Peter Causey." He said to Peter. But he began to beg, trying to scream but his throat could not release his voice a great deal. It stayed stuck within his throat as he struggled to keep his frame away from the vicious camera.

Yet, James kept going around him in circles catching every part of his already beaten-up body, from his broken nose to his bleeding arms, down to his ripped clothes.

"Says hi to the Camera, Peter Causey!" James kicked at him as he mocked him, rolling the camera around him. Causey tried to hide his face but James kept pushing him over with his leg.

He sat on him and used one hand to hold back his right hand while he caught every inch of his bruised face and laughed at him while mocking into the camera. He ensured that he got a very close look at his face.

As soon as he was done videoing him, he kicked him once again in his stomach and pushed him aside. The man on the floor who had fallen in with the room door made way for James to get one as coming around to consciousness. James picked up a piece of broken wood and hit him across the head and he fell back unconscious.

James rolled around and lifted Peter against the wall.

"Today is the last day you would ever in your life touch a woman, much less even try to mess her. You got that?! You will be sorry you messed with my wife." James said through clenched teeth.

"I didn't know she was married, I had no idea she was your wife, she didn't have a ring on and she has always retained her Father's name which is.....which is..." Peter Causey coughed out some blood and spat it on the floor.

"... which is strange for a married woman you know?" He croaked out.

"Whether we are married or not is no concern of yours, you have no right hurting them!" James kicked him in the groin and he yelled out in a whimpering state.

Voices filled the corridor that led to the room and before they knew it, they were surrounded by about twenty Security officers and the Chief security personnel of the Hotel.

"Yes! Yes! Ha-Ha! They are here finally" Peter boasted as James let him go. "You thought you were so strong right? James Bond! You would step in and disrupt me just like that? Do you bloody know who I am?!" The man yelled at James.

James continued to stare at him amused as he spoke, waiting for him to realize what was going on.

"Officer, take him away! He harassed a top guest here; I am a top guest here and this man harassed me! Beat my men up and beat me up!" Peter said looking at them through his swollen half-eyes.

The Chief security officer stared at James confused at the situation. He looked from James to the man on the floor, to Sarah who lay on the bed, relieved but weak with her half-torn clothes.

And then he took his gaze back to Peter who stood still with his swollen face, broken nose, bloodied clothes, and battered head. He shook his head at Peter and turned back to the scenario he was now standing in.

"Why are you shaking your head? Take him away!" Peter yelled, but when the officer turned to James, James cautioned him silently to keep quiet about what he knew.