‘Put that knife down there's a good girl.’
Georgina did as she was told, throwing her knife on the floor. Vinny approached her, appraised her.
Georgina stood there motionless not about to play his game.
She slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. She stripped off her shirt and then undid her jeans, stepping out of them.’
Vinny circled her, inspecting her, checking her out, dehumanising her. He had to admit she was a fine woman, her dark skin and toned body momentarily got him thinking. He banished those thoughts from his mind. He was a new man, not influenced by the temptations of the flesh.
‘Kneel down’ he said, his voice rasping the instructions. This time she did as she was told immediately, kneeling on the rough carpeted floor.
‘Vinny come on,’ Georgina was trying it on and was doing her best puppy eyes but Vinny really had made himself immune.
‘There’s no come on, you’re gonna die, and nothing you can do can save you.’ Vinnie smiled ‘But I like playing god and I'll decide when you breathe your last breath.’
Georgina bowed her head, she was too proud to beg and she wasn’t going to give the toerag the pleasure of seeing her fear or her tears.
‘Look at me’ Vinny wanted to see those tears but Georgina’s head stayed bowed. ‘Look at me.’ he said again.
Fragile and weak he may have been but he still carried the gravitas of the boss. To his side was a girl, looking as pale and as weak as the old man but more from fear than illness. Georgina looked up and saw her grandfather, she made to move towards him.
‘Stay where you are,’ Vinny barked. She did as she was told, waiting to see how things would unfold but suddenly feeling a lot better about life.
‘Vinny, Vinny, Vinny how did it come to this?’ His body may have been weak but his voice was strong and steady. Vinny shrugged wondering why the boss had bought the girl with him. ‘I trusted you, confided in you, and now look at us. Such a pity.’
Vinny looked down for a second, slightly ashamed but pulled himself together.
‘How can I trust you?’ Vinny growled.
‘You can’t, you won’t but you have to. You pull that trigger and you'll never have freedom, you’ll just be a dead man walking.’
‘I want her as well,’ Vinny nodded towards the girl by Father Christmas’s side. The old man looked at the pale girl.
‘I want her freedom, freedom from your clutches, from your pimps.’ Father Christmas smiled, that was exactly why he'd bought Eleanora with him. He knew Vinny better than Vinny knew himself.
‘Okay’ he said ‘she’s yours. Now Georgia put some clothes on.’
Georgina did as she as told, replacing the clothes as carefully as she’d removed them.