Jonathan Taylor - Meyer-Hofmann AG

Fight fire with fire. If you want a fight, Jarvis, you will get one. I have been fighting all my life, on one level or another. You will capitulate or learn to regret it. Your wife should be perfect leverage.

Arriving at the Starnberg house, Hofmann was greeted by an enthusiastic Lisa.

“Darling, darling, I am so glad you are home!” Launching herself at him, she threw her arms around his neck, before kissing him passionately.

Hofmann caught her and, getting into the spirit, spun her around like a child.

“I am so sorry, my sweetie, it could not be helped. But I am back now.”

“That’s fine, let’s forget about it. Come in, I want to show you what I have done with the house.”

She rushed off, with Hofmann just a few short steps behind her. He could feel Jarvis prickle within him. An involuntary voyeur, bound to watch whatever show Hofmann decided to present him with. Hofmann smiled widely, allowing Lisa to believe the gesture was aimed at her. Jarvis knows differently, he thought.

Leading him into the house, she made a beeline for the stairs, taking them two at a time.

“Come on, darling. I want to christen every room in the house,” she called provocatively.

Hofmann stared at her up the stairs. He had not taken time to appreciate his new bride’s good looks. Watching her slim waist disappear onto the first-floor landing, he had to stop himself from rubbing his hands together.

I will fuck her, unless you submit to me! he shouted into the deepest recesses of his mind. Hofmann was not sure if he would get an answer, but it didn’t take long. His feet gave way, and he crashed to his knees on the hard marble steps. Gritting his teeth against the sharp pain in his shins, he continued on up the stairs.

You can’t stop me, you know that, but you can make it easier for her .

This time it felt as if his heart had briefly stopped as his ribcage contracted, robbing him of air as a sharp pain shot down his left arm.

Pulling himself back upright, he followed the sounds from the bedroom. When he entered the room, he found Lisa naked, sitting on the end of the bed with nothing but a gold-coloured velvet cushion in her lap to cover her vanity.

“Hey, big boy. Remember what you have been missing?” She was holding the cushion so that one corner was between her legs whilst the opposite corner rested between her breasts, holding them up like a support bra.

Hofmann stumbled, catching his fall before colliding with her on the bed whilst doing his best to make it look intentional.

“Whoa, easy, Tiger, there’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere!” This is your last chance, Jarvis.

This time his lower back seized, and a spasm of pain shot down his left leg.

Shaking it off, he pulled the cushion out of Lisa’s hands and pushed her firmly backwards onto the bed. The roughness of his action made her bounce on the soft mattress, and she let out a small scream.

“Michael, be careful!”

Hofmann ripped at his clothes, pulling down his shorts and trousers in one go, as if every second counted, which he honestly believed it did. Jarvis would rather kill them both than allow Hofmann to have his way with his wife. Jumping onto her, he ignored her protests, and gripping both legs under the knees, he pressed them up and apart, tilting her up towards his angry penis before ramming the member into her vagina.

The shock did not stop the pain of the sudden insertion, and Lisa stared up at her husband in complete disbelief.

“Stop, stop, you’re hurting me. Michael, stop!”

Hofmann ignored her, battering her as hard he could, each thrust rewarded with a howl of pain, each thrust a warning to Jarvis. He could see the look of fear and confusion on Lisa’s face.

“No, no, Michael, please. You’re hurting me!”

Hofmann just smiled at her, and letting his grip slide down to her ankles, he expertly flipped her onto her stomach before taking her from behind.

“Michael, Michael, what are you doing?”

Reaching up to the bed head, Lisa grabbed the metal decoration and pulled herself up and free of him, twisting herself back onto her bottom to face him. When the impact came, Hofmann’s head jolted to the side, and pain flooded his right cheek. But this time, it wasn’t Jarvis. Lisa was obviously left-handed. She had slapped him across the face with all the force she could muster. The pain shot up the side of his head, and he felt himself losing control. Michael jumped from the bed, landing intentionally on his damaged shins, the pain firmly closing the door on a Hofmann return. Lisa, surprised at the effect her slap had, saw her opportunity to escape him and bolted for the on-suite bathroom.

Michael watched her go, grief and anguish filling his chest.

“Lisa!” he cried after her.

Slamming and locking the bathroom door behind herself, Lisa slumped down on the floor behind the door. Pulling her knees up under her chin, she hugged her legs in search of comfort. The cold bathroom floor added to the chills that were pulsing through her bones, her skin was crawling, and she was unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Michael has never treated me like that before, not in all the time we have known each other. What has happened to him? What kind of a monster has he become? She could hear him on the other side of the door, and she realised she was scared, scared of her own husband.

Michael was at a loss as to what he should do. Lisa had no idea what was going on.

How can I convince her that it was not me who assaulted her? That bastard Hofmann has just torn my world apart, hurting the thing I hold most dear.

He knelt on the floor in front of the bathroom door. He could not hear her, but he could almost feel her torment, despair, and desperation.

“Lisa, that wasn’t me!” he said desperately.

He waited, not expecting a response. The door creaked without him moving, and he knew she was close. She was listening.

“I am going to try to explain. It’s crazy, and you probably won’t believe me.”

Lisa was still sat against the door, shaking from a combination of shock and cold. Michael’s voice was in her ears, but she was unable to interpret what he was saying. She wanted to be anywhere but where she was. In that house, in that country, in that life.

“I love you, Lisa. I would never hurt you—that wasn’t me.”

“You bastard!” she screamed out.

He has just raped me, body and soul. I can never forgive him for that.

“It wasn’t me! I swear, it wasn’t me!”

Silence.

“Lisa, I am going to try to explain what has happened to me. What has just happened to you? Please, just give me the chance, just listen.”

Lisa was numb.

Whatever his excuse, it’s over. He has destroyed everything I cared about.

She didn’t answer him.

“You know how I said I had been drugged? It wasn’t a drug, it was a virus. The people at Meyer-Hofmann infected me with a virus. ” What is he talking about? What kind of a game is this? He doesn’t honestly think he can win me back with some fairy tale, does he?

“Darling, they changed me. They made me into somebody else.” Michael had no idea how to explain what had happened to him. Taking his head in his hands, he pulled at his hair, hoping for inspiration. “The Underground, the speech, that wasn’t me. You know it wasn’t!”

Lifting her head from her knees, she listened. He felt the door move on his back as her head leant back against it.

“They are Nazis, all of them, Reichard, Von Klitzing, everyone. My grandfather was one of them. That’s why I am here—why they lured us here with the job offer—they think they can bring him back through me.”