“So, asshole, this is how it works …..”
Tarzan had been roughly manhandled up. Dragged to face the wide-eyed terrified hostage. Forced to his knees. Pieters applied that stick to the man’s side. Tarzan tensed. The villager looked terrified. They’d both seen what that stick could do.
“You tell us what is going down. You tell us where your back-up is .. strength .. firepower ….”
A hard jab into the victim had him yelping out in fear. Terrified of the power that had got Tarzan sprawling over the floor. But Pieters hadn’t pressed the trigger. Tarzan understood. Just a warning .. for now. But all it took was a squeeze. He’d been deliberately treated to the punching power of a cattle prod. So he knew.
“Be an asshole .. keep pulling my dick …..”
The man-in-charge snarled. The stick was pressed into the villager’s side. Wide-eyed. Pleading with Tarzan for help.
“…. refuse to cooperate, asshole ……. THIS fucking savage gets it.”
Tarzan had feared as much .. as soon as he had entered the room. But there WAS no back-up. No firepower waiting in the jungle for a signal. Tarzan had stumbled on this set-up .. he’d acted on that secret message from the chief. Still Tarzan did not understand what these men were up to .. the reason for all this secrecy.
Why they were driven to extremes when he had turned up .. any answer eluded him. Like that vicious beating. Now threatening innocent lives. Tarzan had just be responding to the chief who wanted his menfolk back. But these men did not mess around. The hostages were in serious trouble. So was he. And he had nothing to say. No answers for them. There was no back-up.
“And when you’ve kept stumm .. when you’ve had this damned savage scream his last ….. plenty others to string up. Got myself another dozen savages. No skin off my nose. How many you gonna see tortured to death? Plenty more where this motherfucker came from.”
Pieters sneered down at Tarzan .. trapped on his knees. A pair of army thugs breathing down his neck.
“Be my guest. See the lot of them tortured out of their skins.”
Tarzan saw his quandary. They were using the villagers to make him talk. The exact men he had come to save. But Tarzan had nothing to say. These thugs had got it all wrong. But they were going to believe him …..?”
“How far you gonna go? See ‘em dead? Every single one of these stinking savages?”
Tarzan felt the snarl on the man’s lips smack him like a crushing blow to the head.
“On your head, motherfucker. Up-to-you. Tarzan.”