III
“Shh...” Cassandra insisted, covering Matt's mouth with a hand. He had fallen for her shortly after they'd been stranded, and since she had never had a boyfriend back on Earth, she finally decided to date Matt. Both of them had naughtily attempted to have sex in secret all over the ship, and were currently in one of the storage rooms.
Matt gestured, and they both hid behind a large crate as the door to the room opened. Jasna entered the room with a clipboard, humming to herself softly. She took inventory of the supplies along one wall.
Two agonizingly long minutes – according to Cassandra and Matt – passed when the door suddenly opened again.
Gordon strode in, shut the door, and then forced Jasna to bend face down over a box. She laughed, attempting to protest.
“It's only been an hour or so! I'm busy right now.”
“I don't think this will take long,” Gordon informed her as he pushed her pink skirt up onto her back. “Mmm, I see that you're not wearing any panties.”
Jasna gasped as he shoved himself inside her, and then giggled. “Well, you asked me not to. I had no idea that you wanted to surprise me like this.”
“I wasn't thinking about this until I saw you come in here,” Gordon explained, thrusting into her powerfully enough to make the sturdy wooden box creak in protest.
Jasna moaned, fumbling to get a hand between her legs.
“I love how you're always wet and ready to fuck!” Gordon told her.
“Ah!” Jasna chanted in response. She covered her face with her hands to muffle the sound.
Gordon grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged on it firmly. “I want to hear you scream!”
“Ah!” Jasna's chanting got louder and louder. She clenched her fists tightly as an orgasm drew near. “Harder!”
Gordon laughed. “Who said you got to finish so quickly?”
“You did!” Jasna reminded him. “You said this wouldn't take long.”
He chuckled. “I lied.” Withdrawing from her, he smacked her ass and ordered her to get on her back.
Jasna complied, holding her skirt out of the way so that he could see her.
“Look at that...” Gordon grinned, slipping a finger into her. “So wet! What do you want me to do now?”
“Fuck me!” Jasna commanded. “Pound into me until the box breaks!”
Gordon rammed into her, causing her to grunt. His balls slapped against her loudly as he did his best to break the box.
“Oh god!” Jasna exclaimed. “Yes!” She encouraged. Her body got tighter until she arched her back and tilted her head.”
“Remember, I want to hear it,” Gordon stated, his voice soft and throaty.
Jasna started squealing. It seemed to go on and on forever, but then she switched to panting. Gordon continued to pound into her, and miraculously, the box didn't break. It did make a god-awful racket though.
Twenty minutes later, Jasna got tight once more. Gordon was the one chanting “Uh!” now, and she knew that he was close as well.
Jasna started shaking, but this time her breathe deserted her and she couldn't make a sound.
“Uh! Uh! Jasna!” Gordon shouted and then roared with release.
They both panted heavily for a few moments, and then Jasna laughed. “I'm going to need another shower now!”
“Don't,” Gordon murmured, nipping her neck. “I want to be able to smell me on you.”
Jasna laughed causing her inner muscles to ripple around him, making him moan appreciatively. “You just want the other men to smell you on me and keep their distance.”
“You got that right!”
“Don't worry,” she murmured. “I've been keeping my promise these last two months.”
“Me too,” he whispered in her ear, then bit it lightly.
A moment passed in silence, and then Jasna tilted her head curiously. “What?”
“I think I love you,” Gordon confessed.
Jasna's mouth hung open in shock, and she had no idea what to say. After stuttering for a moment, she pushed him off her.
“I uh... I have to go to the bathroom,” she blurted, smoothed out her skirt, and then ran away.
“Good job Gordon,” he muttered derisively. “Scare her away why don't I?” He put himself back in his pants and left the room.
Cassandra and Matt breathed a sigh of relief that they hadn't been caught, naked, hiding in the storage room. Both blushed as red as they possibly could.
“Wow...” Cassandra whispered reverently. “They have some interesting sex!”
Matt nodded in agreement. “Let's go back to my room and have some more of our own.”
Later that night – from her perspective – Jasna lay in bed with her hands resting on her stomach. Gordon admired her naked body as he got undressed and then slipped into bed with her.
“Still queasy?” He asked.
“No... it's seems to have passed for good now,” Jasna replied.
Gordon kissed her tummy. “I was there for my brother when he and his wife were expecting. He used to worry about the strangest things! Then my niece was born and...”
“What?” Jasna wondered.
“My sister in law died in a car accident just two weeks later... Suddenly, my brother wanted to die. At first, I tried to be nice, but I never was good at controlling my temper. I got fed up and started shouting at him. Everyday, I'd get up, take care of his little girl, and yell at him to take a shower, get dressed, and do something! Eventually, he started listening...”
“Wow...” Jasna purred softly. “I would have never pegged you as the type to care for a baby.”
Gordon laughed. “I know, it does seem unlikely, but kids are easy to understand. They are motivated by one thing: They want what they want and they want it now! Babies don't care about anything but getting fed and playing peekaboo. It's adults that I find it hard to deal with...”
Jasna laughed. “Adults aren't any different! They want what they want and they want it now!”
“Maybe, but adults have largely figured out how to hide what they're thinking. They know how to keep what they want a secret. I hate that! How can anyone understand something that's hidden? I can't do that. With me, if I'm thinking it, I blurt it out for all to hear!”
“I've noticed!” Jasna laughed.
Gordon kissed Jasna stomach again. “At least I'm good at dealing with babies...”
*****
“We've only been on this ship six months, and already I'm going insane!” Lana announced in frustration.
“Cheer up,” Mary said as she entered the lounge. Once again, almost everyone was sitting around without much to do. “I have good news... We've all got letters from home!”
“What?” Chris wondered. “How is that possible?”
“They can send us signals, remember?” Mary rhetorized with a grin. “They decided to surprise us by having each one of our families record a message for us; like a video letter.”
This was met with a small cheer from all.
“I routed them to the viewscreen in the lounge. Who wants to go first?”
“I do,” Matt volunteered. His video was from his mom telling him how much she missed him and how even though they texted all the time, she was glad to be able to send him something so he wouldn't forget how she looked.
“I'm going to go grab my camera so that we can record messages to send back if we want!” Matt ran off excitedly.
Lana opted to go second. Her message was of her mom and all her brothers and sisters basically saying hi and wishing she was home.
“They look so good!” Lana exclaimed with watery eyes. “I'm so glad that the government decided to continue paying us until we get home! With my income, they're actually doing well...”
Gordon held Jasna as they sat together on a large comfy chair. He smiled with genuine happiness as he watched everyone almost cry from joy. His hand rested on the small bulge in Jasna's abdomen that announced she was about 4 months pregnant. He understood that she was already pregnant before they got together, but he considered this baby his, and life was good for him at the moment. Even if she wouldn't tell him she loved him...
This had become a taboo subject in their relationship. She avoided talking about it at all, so he decided to try to be patient and wait for her to come around. In the meantime, he still delighted in surprising her at random for a quickie or a marathon session. From what he remembered, it was only a matter of time before she'd grow too uncomfortable for such frequent sex, as his sister in law had.
“Play mine,” Gordon suggested with a pleasant smile.
Mary nodded – relieved that he was still behaving nicely as he had ever since hooking up with Jasna – and played his video. It was from his brother, and talked mostly about how Gordon's niece missed him. His brother then admitted that he somewhat missed Gordon too.
“Play yours,” Gordon insisted, squeezing Jasna affectionately.
“Oh boy,” Jasna muttered reluctantly.
Mary took this as permission to play the video and started it.
“Hi honey! I'm told that this video will get to you right before or right on our anniversary, so Happy Anniversary! 12 years is a long time, but it's just flown by!” He chuckled. “Except for these last few months. I've missed you more than I ever thought possible.”
“Hi mom!” Two little boys shouted exuberantly as the camera turned to them. “You're an astronaut! Take lots of pictures of space for us, and come home as soon as you can!”
Jasna held a hand to her mouth as tears poured down her cheeks. No one had ever seen Jasna cry before, and everyone gaped at her in astonishment. Gordon pushed her off his lap and stood to glare at her.
“You're married!” He spat angrily.
Jasna nodded. “I never said I wasn't,” she reminded him.
“But you never said you were either!”
“You never asked!” Jasna pointed out. Her sons had chattered on for a moment, but now the camera shifted again.
“Hi Jasna!” A woman greeted. “I know we've never actually met, but we've texted so much I feel like I know you. I'm taking good care of everyone while you're gone. I make sure your boys eat right and your husband isn't lonely. I'm so honored you let me be part of your family and look forward to meeting you when you return.”
Jasna's husband put an arm around the woman, and smiled at the camera. “Jessie does a good job, so don't worry about us. Just remember that we all love you and miss you and can't wait for you to come home.”
Jasna had involuntarily walked to the large screen, and now touched her husband's face with one hand. “I miss you too...” she whispered, her face still covered with wet streaks.
Gordon threw a water glass across the room, roared in rage as it shattered, and stomped out of the lounge.
“Sorry,” Jasna apologized. “I should've told you not to play my video...”
“It's not your fault,” Mary consoled her, putting an arm around her. “We all have loved ones at home, and I should've realized that some messages might contain private information.”
Jasna smiled and wiped her tears away. “Thanks.” Pulling out her cellphone, she texted her husband: Happy Anniversary! I just got your video and I literally cried. I miss you so much...
She sent that, and then typed a second message: Oh! And just so you know, you got me in trouble with Gordon. He's utterly pissed that I'm married, but I'm going to tell him 'tough! Take it or leave it!'
After she sent that message, she typed a third: Love you!
Almost everyone had started whispering about the shocking news, but Mary still had an arm around her. She saw all the texts Jasna sent.
“Your husband knows about Gordon?!” She asked incredulously.
“Of course he does!” Jasna exclaimed. “I tell him everything.”
“Everything?” Dana asked for clarification.
Jasna nodded with a grin. “I'll show you.” She searched her messages for a good example, and then handed her phone to Dana.
Then he pushed me onto the bed and rammed into me in that way I just love.
The reply was shown immediately afterwards, much like in a chat message. Did you bite him on the shoulder? You know how that drives me crazy!
No, but I did wrap my legs around him and command him to go deeper.
“Oh my God!” Dana burst out. Her face was redder than she thought possible. “This is downright pornographic!”
Jasna laughed. “Hey, if I can't get pornographic with my husband, than who can I get pornographic with?!”
Kayleigh read the message over Dana's shoulder. “Just when I think I've got you figured out, you manage to surprise me! Why don't you wear a wedding ring?”
Jasna laughed and took her phone back. “I do. It's just not a typical ring, see.” She held out her left hand to show off the small rectangular sapphire in a decorative gold band.
“Ohhhh...” Kayleigh mumbled, feeling stupid because of her many assumptions.
Jasna sighed. “I'd better go talk to Gordon. If I don't, who knows what he'll do?”
Mary nodded in agreement, gave her a hug, and then promised to talk to her more later if she wanted.
Jasna was somewhat surprised to find Gordon in her room. It was true that he had more or less moved in with her, but she thought that he'd be somewhere else in an attempt to be alone.
“You bitch!” He roared as he slapped her. “You've been playing me all along!”
“If you're just going to hit and yell at me, leave and don't come back!” Jasna commanded firmly.
Gordon swept her off her feet, and then dumped her on her bed. “I'm so fucking angry at you!”
Jasna was used to him initiating sex rather abruptly, so it was no surprise when he unzipped his pants and then took advantage of the fact that she wasn't wearing her bloomers or panties. She suppressed a smile; it seemed that he was going to fuck her until he had exhausted all his rage, and then he would be back to normal. All in all, this wasn't a bad way to finish an argument.
He pounded into her until his rage seemed to soften. brushing her hair away from her face, he kissed her tenderly. “Were you just playing with me? Do you feel anything at all for me?”
“I wasn't purposely playing with you. I think you're incredibly smart and sexy... You're surprisingly sensitive and loving... I like being with you and having you in my bed.” Jasna gave him a warm smile.
He seemed relieved to hear her say that and his thrusts became gentle. Each thrust was accompanied by a kiss and each kiss provoked another thrust. At least an hour passed like this, but then a thought occurred to Gordon.
“Do you love me? Will you divorce your husband for me?” He asked, his voice soft from passion and the certainty that she would say yes to both questions.
“I'm sorry... I do feel a type of love for you, but it's not what I feel for my husband. I'd never divorce him for any reason,” Jasna replied honestly in a way that she hoped would make it thoroughly clear to him. She didn't want him accusing her of playing with him ever again.
His expression darkened as his rage returned. “You fucking bitch!” He stopped thrusting completely. “You goddamn cunt!”
His hands wrapped around her throat and he squeezed harder than he would have if he was simply playing. “How dare you just throw my feelings in the trash like so much garbage!”
Jasna couldn't breathe, and she clawed at his hands in panic. Her feet wiggled frantically as if trying to kick him, but were mostly ineffective since her legs were wrapped around his waist. The universe slowly went dark as harsh noises escaped her.
“Oh God!” Gordon gasped, releasing her. “Jasna...” he murmured her name softly, reverently. “What am I doing?”
It was awkward with Jasna coughing and gasping for breath and Gordon still inside her, but he shifted until he held her in a hug. “I don't want to hurt you... I only want to care for you and the baby inside you! Please... Please choose me,” he begged, his voice telling her that he was close to crying.
She didn't feel particularly generous at the moment, but forced herself to return his embrace. “I'm really sorry...”
Growling, he released her abruptly and then withdrew from her. Pacing the room, he completely forgot to put his hardness back inside his pants and zip up. He pulled on his hair as he paced, and his continued growling got louder and louder.
Jasna figured that the wisest course of action was to sit up, arrange her skirt to fully cover her legs, and then try to soothe him. She purposely took calm breaths, and mentally projected serenity at him.
“Gordon...” she murmured softly.
“Don't! Just shut your mouth!” He shouted at the top of his lungs.
What else am I supposed to do? She tried again. “Gordon, please...”
“Shut up! Just shut up!” He screamed, leaping on the bed and smacking her across the mouth. “The only thing I want to hear from you is a promise to divorce him as soon as possible!”
Jasna finally snapped. “Get the hell out of my room!”
He punched her, knocking her onto her back again.
“Oh god, Jasna! I didn't mean that!” He started beating himself on the forehead. “Stupid stupid Gordon!”
Jasna was torn between ordering him to leave again and telling him to stop hitting himself. Suddenly, he jumped off the bed, found the presence of mind to unexpose his now limp penis, and ran from the room.
He had officially moved in a while back, so Jasna took a few moments to gather up all his belongings – folding anything breakable into his clothes – and then tossed them into the hallway outside her room. Normally, she never locked her door, but she did so now to make sure he wouldn't be waiting for her when she returned. Checking her bag to make sure she had her yarn and her hook, she stalked off in grim determination.
Shortly after their surprise trip to Jupiter, Matt had reconfigured the controls. They had originally been programmed to only accept the authority of the captain and crew already selected for the maiden voyage, but none of them were aboard. Therefore, in order to get certain things to work properly, the computer had to be hacked into – er convinced – that different people were in charge.
Lawrence was already more or less considered the captain by that point, so Matt made it official according to the ship. Mary was appointed second in charge, and Matt was given full clearance as a senior officer simply because he could handle the computer like no one else. He was technically fourth in the chain of command.
The most surprising thing of all, in her mind, was that Lawrence had suggested Jasna as the third in command. Even then, he had clearly recognized her somewhat purposely hidden natural talent at calming people and motivating them to do whatever was necessary. As a result, she was now one of only four people that had full access to the entire ship... including the armory...
Leave it to the military to completely prepare a ship for battle before it could even fly! It made no sense to Jasna, but they had. She entered her security code into the pad on the wall, walked through the now unlocked door to the armory, and then spent some time looking around. There was a variety of guns, most of which could do some serious damage in a fight, but that's not what she was after...
She simply wanted to scare Gordon away if he tried to get violent with her again. Finally deciding on a small handgun, she slipped it into her bag and left the armory. It was at least five minutes before she thought to check whether or not it was even loaded.
Looking around, she reassured herself that the corridor was empty, and then pulled the gun out of her bag. It was the type of gun that had a clip full of bullets – the military apparently thought that anything less was a waste of time. It took her a moment to figure out, but she finally managed to empty the unused bullets into her bag.
I don't want to actually shoot him, after all. I just want to be able to point the gun in his face and tell him to leave me the hell alone!
Tossing the gun back in her bag, she went to the bridge where she was pretty much guaranteed to be more or less alone. As she suspected, Matt was there playing with the computer. He simply loved reading through and analyzing the various programs, therefore, he volunteered to sit on the bridge more than anyone else.
She walked directly to the giant window – or whatever they were called on a ship – and admired the view for a few moments. This meant her back was to Matt, but that didn't stop him from saying hi.
“Good evening, Jasna.”
“I think it's the middle of the night now,” she remarked cheerfully.
He chuckled, and then looked at his watch. “Not quite but close enough. I think I'm actually going to head off to bed if you don't mind watching the bridge.”
Jasna shook her head. “Nah, I don't mind at all. Go spend some quality time with Cassandra, and tell her I wished you both pleasant dreams.”
Matt squeaked in surprise. “You know about me and Cassandra?”
“Of course I do,” Jasna replied with a soft laugh. “I can spot a lovey dovey look a mile away. I don't think anybody else has figured it out though, if you're trying to keep it a secret.”
Something about the way Jasna still stared out the window – and her slightly raspy voice – made Matt uneasy. “Jasna... Are you all right?”
“I'm fine,” Jasna assured him. “I'm just trying to figure out if any one of these stars I see is Earth.” She pointed to one of the brightest stars. “It's that one, right?”
“I think so,” Matt confirmed. “Good night.”
“Good night,” Jasna purred, and then waited for him to leave.
With a sigh, she tossed her bag on the captain's chair, and then felt her face. According to the throbbing, she was pretty sure that her lip was split and her eyebrow was puffy. A gentle examination proved her right. She sucked in a quietly sizzling breath to indicate that she felt the pain, but it wasn't so bad that she couldn't handle it.
Settling herself on the chair, she picked up her yarn and hook. The joy of the pattern relaxed her, and soon she was humming away. The tune was a lullaby, which eventually burst from her lips – the words adapted long ago after she'd had her second son.
“You are my sunshine, my darling sunshine. When you're not happy, my skies are gray...”
“You sound happy,” Lawrence stated pleasantly. “You and Gordon must have made up.”
“Meh, not so much. I think we decided to go our separate ways,” Jasna informed him.
He laughed. “Can't say I'm sorry to hear tha – Jesus Jasna! What happened to you?!”
Jasna had rather unbelievably forgotten about her puffy and probably bruised face, but Lawrence had obviously spotted it. She snorted a sarcastic laugh.
“What? This? This is nothing. Don't worry about me,” she insisted.
“It's not nothing!” Lawrence exclaimed fervently, using his hands to turn her head side to side to get a better look at her. “You look like you were mugged! You've even got bruises around your neck!”
“Lawrence, please be quiet,” Jasna begged softly. “I don't want you waking the entire ship. I may look terrible, but I'm fine. Really! You don't need to worry about me.”
“He needs to be held accountable,” Lawrence stated. “Nothing gives him the right to abuse you!”
Jasna sighed. “You're right, but I want to minimize the conflict not escalate it. I've already dealt with the problem, and I want to leave it at that. If this were a police station, I would officially refuse to press charges in exchange for his agreement to leave me alone.”
Lawrence took a breathe to cultivate some patience. “If he can do this to you, someone he claims to care for, then just think about what he'd do to someone else.”
Jasna shook her head. “No, I think he only did this because he has feelings for me. He wouldn't be hurting so much if he didn't care, and so everyone else should be safe.”
“I tell you what. We'll have a full meeting with everyone in attendance to discuss the situation and decide what to do about it. If most of us agree with you, then we'll drop the matter and move on. However, if it's agreed that something should be done, and we can figure out what to do, then I want you to abide by the group's decision.”
Jasna nodded silently. Even if she protested, there wouldn't really be anything she could do if the others insisted on punishing Gordon. The two passed the next several hours in companionable silence, except for the humming Jasna did while she crocheted.
Just as she finished the baby blanket she was working on – which she would probably take apart and remake a couple of times before the baby actually arrived – Edward arrived with a mug of coffee, which indicated that he had made a pot of it in the galley. Jasna honestly didn't understand it, but there was enough coffee beans to last them until the end of time!
“Morning,” he greeted them. “I've just come to drink my coffee and read the paper...” They were sent digital copies of the paper everyday to the delight of several people, and the businessman in him liked volunteering to sit on the bridge so he could be the first to read the paper each “day.” Edward faltered and gaped at Jasna, nearly dropping his coffee in the process. “What happened to you?!”
“Long story,” Lawrence responded in order to spare Jasna from having to repeat herself 30 separate times. “We're going to have a meeting about it later on, but it won't be until everyone is awake and probably not until we've all had something to eat. I'll send someone to come get you when it's time.”
“Be sure that you do!” Edward insisted, his dark expression indicating that he already had a pretty good idea of what had happened.
“Come with me to the galley?” Lawrence invited.
“I am pretty hungry,” Jasna admitted, getting to her feet.
“Good. This way, you can keep me company while I eat.”
Jasna giggled. “Or maybe it's the other way around. Maybe you'll be keeping me company while I eat!”
“Either way works for me!” Lawrence laughed.
The next two hours passed strangely. At times, it felt like time was crawling by while people looked at Jasna and started muttering to themselves. Then suddenly, it seemed like days stretched out in the space of minutes as the gathered people started planning a lynch mob. Jasna had to think quick and speak with as much wisdom as she could muster just to calm them down, and they hadn't even officially started the meeting yet!
They were waiting for Mary, Edward – whom Matt had ran to get – and Gordon. Kayleigh was also missing since she had decided to go see what was taking Mary so long considering that Mary was normally up at the crack of dawn, so to speak.
Jasna finally got the room to quiet down and wait until everyone was together so that she could tell them what had happened and what she wanted to do about it. People finished eating, but it was out of sheer habit rather than hunger. Not a single one could even remember what they ate after it was gone.
Edward and Matt walked into the room, and everyone held his or her breathe as they looked out the door to watch for Mary and Kayleigh. No one particularly cared if Gordon bothered showing up. A minute passed in near silence.
Suddenly Kayleigh ran into the room, her hands were both pressed to her mouth as tears poured from her eyes. She buried her face in Lana's bosom and sobbed as quietly as she could for a moment. Finally, she calmed down enough to speak. No one made a sound for fear that they would miss whatever it was she had to tell them.
“Mary...” Kayleigh forced herself to say, but it came out as a whisper. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Mary is dead... raped and beaten and strangled...” The words were a whisper again.
Shock rippled around the room as no one could quite wrap their minds around the terrible concept.
Jasna grabbed her bag and opened it. For one insane moment, everyone wondered how she could even consider crocheting at a time like this. Instead, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Gordon's number. As she waited for him to answer, she grabbed the gun, removed the empty clip, and started sliding bullets into it. Each clicked as they locked into place, click!
Surprisingly, Gordon answered the phone.
“Morning babe,” Jasna greeted him, click! “I want to apologize for last night. I realize that I am clearly at fault because I never even hinted that I was married.”
Click!
“Yeah?” Gordon asked. His voice sounded strange, as if he was emotionally raw. “That's true... and I'm sorry that I was so rotten to you.”
Jasna wondered if he was crying. Click!
“I'm so glad to hear that. I was afraid that you hated me now!” Click! Five should be more than plenty.“Why don't you meet me somewhere so we can make up? I'm in the galley; we can slip into one of the storage rooms for a bit of fun,” she suggested as she set her bag aside and got to her feet. “Where are you?”
“I don't know, just wandering aimlessly,” Gordon replied, his voice sounding firmer now.
Jasna walked out of the galley, slipping the now loaded gun into the back waistband of her skirt. “Well, how long will it take you to get to the storage room?”
“Actually, I'm almost to the lounge. It's completely empty. I guess everyone's in the galley eating.”
“Yeah, I saw just about everyone there before I left. You were gone and I realized how very badly I wanted to see you again. I'll come to the lounge, and maybe we can get a bit naughty before anyone else interrupts us,” she purred enticingly.
Jasna made no mention of the fact that people were following her. Some were utterly confused. Others shocked by her flirtiness, but some quickly understood that she was baiting him. As she approached the lounge, she gestured for the others to stay back a bit.
“I'm just about there,” Jasna warned, still purring a little, and then hung up her phone. She saw Gordon standing next to a window. His hair was still wet from a recent shower, and Jasna could see that his clothes were clean – the same one she had dumped onto the floor outside her room.
She held her arms out wide the moment he looked up at her. “I'm sorry I got so mad that I threw all your stuff into the hall.”
He held his arms out to her. “You're here now, that's all that matters.”
Jasna hugged him tightly, and then slipped one of her arms behind her back. People started peeking through the large open door to the lounge and saw her grasp the gun firmly in her hand and then softly press the nozzle to his ribcage.
“Did you kill Mary?” Jasna asked with a tone of compassion.
“I didn't mean to!” Gordon confessed with a sob. “I was just so angry...”
Jasna made a slit second decision. He was too dangerous to let just roam free on the ship, and potentially too dangerous to lock up for the next five years. He was mentally unbalanced and if he didn't cooperate, he could hurt a lot of people...
“I'm sorry,” she whispered, and then squeezed the trigger. It fired with a loud bang, the bullet entering him and exiting out his other side with a spray of blood.
Kayleigh and a couple other women screamed, not from fear or horror, but simply because they'd been startled by the suddenness of the noise.
Gordon didn't die instantly. Instead, he slumped to the ground, gasping and wheezing. “You... bitch... I loved you...”
Jasna had fallen to her knees as he slumped, and now cradled his head in her lap. Tears poured from her, and she sniffed to clear the excess snot from her nose. “I know... but you killed Mary. I have to protect everyone else...”
He choked on the blood coming out of his mouth, then coughed. “It hurts... make it stop.”
A small sob erupted from Jasna, but she nodded. Pressing the gun to his heart, she squeezed the trigger once more.
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