They’d been ordered to their knees. Tarzan chose from experience to go along with them. He’d save his defiance for when it counted. He was glad to see Cody follow suite. Worried that the young man was out of his depth. That he didn’t appreciate how far men like these would go.
He almost smiled to himself when Wanaga remained pig-headedly sitting down. Just for the sake of it, Tarzan thought. Gonna make his mark. Show them what he was made of.
So did they. With not the slightest hesitation, the guy in charge strode over, stabbed his prod into Wanaga’s chest and let rip. A charge so strong it threw Wanaga backwards. Even with the prod removed, he was bawling. Squirming. Writhing the pain out of his flesh.
Wanaga had to be helped back up off his back. Roughly hauling him up .. a few extra swipes to the back of his head to emphasise the point. Seated on his knees and haunches, he kept panting for breath. Hard, deep, rapid breaths.
Keep your nose clean, Tarzan wanted to say to Cody. See what these men are like? Don’t mess around. Don’t take well to insolence. Best save your strength. Play along. Until the right moment came.
One of the thugs had handed the guy-in-charge something that looked like a gun. He was stood behind Wanaga, holding his scalp in one hand.
“You’re gonna get it into your heads to run away …..”
He shoved Wanaga’s head forward. And shot something into the back of his neck. Wanaga yelled out. But the guy had already moved on.
“Gonna decide you’ve had enough, not taking any more of this crap …..”
One hand was jamming Cody’s chin to his chest. The other shot something into his neck. Cody too gave a shout.
Tarzan was eyeing the man suspiciously as he moved behind to him. But the guy took no notice. He twisted his grip in Tarzan’s hair, bent his head forward. And shot something painful into Tarzan’s neck.
“Word of advice ….. Running off. Waste of fucking time.”
The guy carried on as if he’d done nothing to his three captives.
“The boat you came on … soon be back out at sea.”
He’d handed his gun back to the thug.
“No other boats on this island. No way off.”
His gaze went along the line. From Tarzan over Cody to Wanaga. They were all tensing from the pain that had been injected into their necks.
“But in case you’re stupid enough ……?”
His gaze came to rest on Wanaga, the only one that had given him trouble so far.
“That thing in your neck is called a tracker …..”
He looked from Wanaga to Tarzan. Seeing if they understood the word.
“That means …. for the sake of you jungle-savages ……”
He held up a device and showed them the screen. Three distinct dots were blinking.
“Wherever you are …. This’ll find you. We’ll come running for you.”
“I’ll send the dogs for you. Nothing they like more than a manhunt after being cooped up all day.”
He winked at Tarzan.
“Like I said, arsehole. Go on. Give it a try. Make a run for it.”
He grinned. He gestured at the denseness of the jungle beyond.
“Be my guest. It’ll be fun. Brighten up my day.”
His gaze went markedly from one to the other.
“Get the point? Arsehole. Escaping. No. Fucking. Point.”