Without A Trace

Chapter 15 An Unexpected Visit

Chapter 15   An Unexpected Visit
 
 
Orlando slowly made his way across the lot to his trailer.  He’d been at work for a month now, and things were slowly returning to a normal routine for him.  He was back to detesting the elf ears and wig, and back to pulling pranks on his co-stars.  He had to smile to himself when he thought about the little present he’d left for Beanie in the make-up trailer.  The older British actor had been ribbing him for the last two weeks about the absence of the usual childish pranks he’d previously been subjected to.  Orli decided it was time to set things straight and just after finishing his scene, he slipped off to Sean’s trailer to tidy it up for his friend.  Tidying up required two twelve roll bags of toilet paper which he got from supply, a tube of Krazy Glue, courtesy of Dom, and a few nails.  His grin widened when he thought about Sean’s predictable reaction.  There was no doubt in his mind that he’d hear the cursing from inside his own trailer, which was clear across the compound from the older Brit’s.
 
So engrossed was he with his thoughts, Orlando didn’t notice the strange cigarette butt lying at the foot of his trailer steps. He briskly made his way up said steps and opened his trailer door.  Orli shivered against the sudden drastic change in temperature.  It had been unusually hot the last two weeks of filming and he’d finally broken down and got an air conditioner installed at Viggo’s persistent advice.  Without shutting the trailer door, he walked over to the sitting area and turned the climate control dial up on the window mount air conditioner until the compressor kicked out.
 
The trailer door clicking shut startled Orlando enough that he jumped slightly.  Without looking he spoke as he turned. “Geez, Vig! You scared me hal-“ he stopped short, mouth gaping in shock, brown eyes wide in terror.  He felt the blood drain from his face to pool in his feet and fought to keep from loosing consciousness. 
 
“Hey, little slut.” Len growled in greeting as he casually locked the door.
 
Orlando swallowed hard and cautiously backed away as Len started towards him. “H-how d-did you get in here?” he choked passed the lump in his panic restricted throat.
 
Len cocked his head to the side as his eyes swept over the lithe body in front of him. “Oh, I have my ways, lovely.” His tongue darted out between his teeth to create a grotesque attempt at a sneer. “My, you’re even more beautiful than I remember.” He shook his head as though amazed. “Gorgeous.”
 
Speechless, Orlando continued to back step until his shoulders brushed against the far wall of the trailer.  He froze then and watched in fear as Len advanced on him.
 
Len stopped mere inches in front of Orli, relishing the younger man’s obvious growing horror. “What’s the matter, whore? Got you speechless again?” he murmured lowly, his hot breath ghosting across Orlando’s face as he spoke. “I can fix that.”  He leaned forward, closing the minute distance between them, and gently pressed his lips to Orli’s in a tender kiss.
 
Orlando whimpered and violently jerked away. “Don’t.” he breathed meekly and dropped his gaze to the floor. He did not want to even look at the man standing in front of him.
 
Len grinned and placed a hand to the side of the actor’s face caressing softly. “Now, now.” He corrected in mock discipline. “Don’t get rude on me. That’s not the way to treat your guest.”
 
Orli trembled under the unwelcome touch and squeezed his eyes shut against his tears. “Please.” He begged quietly in an unsure voice. “Just go before I call security.”
 
“You won’t do that, Orlando.” Len stated in a threatening tone. “You try to call for help and I’m afraid I’ll have to silence you….” He informed flatly as he let his hand trail down Orlando’s cheek and come to rest on the youth’s neck. “any….” His hand flexed. “way….” He gripped Orli’s throat harshly. “I can.” He finished as he squeezed.
 
Orlando let out a strangled wheeze. His hands flew up and he clawed at Len’s wrists in a futile effort to break free.
 
Len jerked the young Brit forward by the throat, then slammed him back hard against the wall pinning him there and maintaining his hold.
 
Orli’s head hit the wall with a sickening thud and stars exploded behind his closed eyelids.  He slumped against the wall, momentarily stunned, his grip on Len’s wrists weakened.
 
“Don’t fight me, kid.” Len snarled between clenched teeth. He abruptly dipped in and caught Orlando’s mouth in a bruising kiss.
 
Orli struggled to regain his senses and as soon as his head cleared, he tried to break the lip lock.
 
Len held his struggling victim with very little effort and snickered sadistically as he forced his tongue between the resisting lips.
 
Orlando defiantly gritted his teeth to prevent the offending appendage from entering his mouth.
 
With a gruff snort of disapproval, Len tightened his grip on the young actor’s throat until he could feel the windpipe flatten under the pressure of his palm. He heard Orlando’s feeble cough and, with a grin of triumph, forced his tongue between the now slightly parted teeth.
 
Orlando’s heartbeat pounded painfully in his head and he froze, allowing Len’s tongue to worm it’s way passed his teeth and thoroughly explore his mouth.
 
Satisfied that the brunette had ceased fighting him, Len slightly eased his grip on Orli’s throat but made sure he kept his hold.
 
Orlando drew in a wavered breath and started to cough, his slight frame shaking with the strain of his heaves.
 
Len withdrew his tongue and with a gentle nip to the boy’s bottom lip, ended the kiss. He patiently waited for Orlando to finish coughing, so that he wouldn’t have to shout over the irritating noise, then spoke smoothly. “Well, that’s better. Isn’t it Orlando?”
 
With tears from choking misting his eyes, Orli looked up at his assailant in complete fear. “What do you want?” he pleaded quietly, his voice raspy from being strangled.
 
Steel grey eyes studied him lewdly. “Hmmm, what do I want?” Len mocked. He then let his eyes slowly trail downwards and come to rest on Orlando’s crotch.
 
Orlando paled visibly when he realized the larger man’s intentions. “No, please.” He whimpered and shook his head. “Oh, God, no. No, don’t do this to me again. Please?” With a sob he watched helplessly as Len cupped him firmly through his jeans, then gently fingered the outline of his length.
 
“I should have never let you go, little slut.” Len purred seductively as he shifted his hand to the zipper of Orli’s jeans. “I should have taken you with me.”
 
Orlando bristled and squeezed his eyes shut unable to watch when he felt his jeans being undone.
 
A sharp bang outside the trailer made both men freeze and look towards the door.
 
Len squeezed Orli’s throat hard again, cruelly cutting off the actor’s breath. “You expecting someone?” he snapped in a sharp yet quiet voice.
 
Orlando shook his head frantically.
 
“Mortensen?” Len demanded, squeezing harder.
 
Again Orlando shook his head.
 
“Better not lie to me, whore, or I’ll break your lovely neck.” Len warned, glaring at the young British man.
 
Orlando just looked at him, his dark eyes filled with complete fright.
 
“Keep quiet or else.” The large man hissed.
 
The brown haired actor nodded in response.
 
They stood quietly, listening intently to the noise coming from outside the trailer.  People walking about and talking could clearly be heard.  Finally, it died off and Len relaxed his hold on the Brit’s throat again. “Who’s out there?” he ordered sharply.
 
“I-I don’t k-now.” Orlando answered meekly.  He saw Len’s growing impatience and quickly added. “Probably the film crew picking up equipment.”
 
“It had better be.” Len growled. “Now, where were we?” he glanced down at Orlando’s partially open jeans and smirked. “Oh yeah.” He said in remembrance then grabbed hold of the low riders and violently jerked them along with Orli’s boxers, down out of his way.
 
Orlando trembled as the sudden cold air hit his exposed flesh. He yelped in protest and started as Len’s hand curled around his flaccid member, fondling.
 
“Relax, sweetheart.” Len droned in contentment as he started masturbating the youth. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten my touch already. How disappointing.”
 
Orlando forced a swallow passed his assaulter’s grip and tried to draw away from the touch but Len held him in check and to his horror, he felt his cock start to respond to the ministrations.
 
Len smiled in satisfaction at the results of his touch. “That’s so much better, isn’t it?” he gave the young Brit’s silken length a gentle but firm squeeze. “Lovely.”
 
Orlando bucked against Len’s manipulations and tried again to break away, but the larger man just gripped him tighter by the throat and pinned him harder against the wall.
Orlando started to cry despite himself. “I’m begging you.” He whimpered as tears streamed down his face. “Please let me go, don’t do this.”
 
“Be still, sweetie. Let nature take her course.” Len ordered firmly, ignoring his captive’s pleas. “The sooner you give me what I want, the sooner I will let go of you.”
 
For a few agonizing moments Orli obeyed and stilled his struggles but then the fear of being kidnapped again overwhelmed him and he sharply jerked sideways finally managing to break the hold his unsuspecting abuser had on his throat.  With his heart racing in his chest, the Brit swiftly brought his knee up and caught the man directly in the groin.
 
With a cry of pain, Len let go of Orlando completely and doubled over cupping his aching genitals gingerly with both hands. He froze there gasping to draw breath.
 
Orlando quickly hiked his jeans up and bolted for the only way out, desperate to escape.  He skidded to a stop right in front of the door and in blind panic, started fumbling the lock trying in vain to get it unlatched. He let out an anguished cry of frustration when his shaking hands wouldn’t obey his command.  With all his strength he started yanking on the doorknob and with each forceful heave, he could see the door bow and through the gap in the door jam, the daylight outside.  On the next forceful pull he heard the wood frame of the door jam give, cracking under the strain.  One more heave and the door would surely buckle and break free!  He was mustering more strength for his next try when a hand slammed down on his head, wound it’s way into his thick curls, and brusquely wrenched him back from the door.  Orli cried out in surprise as he was hauled backwards and tossed to the trailer bed on his back.  Before he had a chance to recover, Len was on top of him, pinning him down with his excessive weight.
 
“Like to fight do you?” Len huffed as he gathered the youth’s slender wrists in his hand. “Go ahead, fight me. I love it when you struggle, turns me on.” He confessed as he slammed the boys’ hands down hard against the bed above his head.
 
Orlando grunted, the breath forced out of him, as Len promptly sat down on him.  Once his wrists were braced to the bed, he froze and watched in silent terror as the man again jerked his jeans down exposing him.
 
Keeping Orlando significantly secured, Len undid his own pants with his free hand and skimmed them down to free his already erect member.  In one slick movement he then had Orlando’s jeans right off and his legs spread wide.  He lined his cock up with the exposed puckered entrance and thrust forward sheathing himself in the welcoming tight heat.
 
Orli screamed writhing in white hot agony, as Len drove his cock deeper into his victim’s resisting passage and rode him without restraint. 
 
“Oh yeah, so tight. Fight me slut, make it good for me.” Len growled.
 
Orlando groaned at the searing pain.
 
Len slapped his hand over the young man’s mouth in order to silence him. “Quiet!” he demanded. “We don’t need any unwanted attention.”
 
In order to avoid being hurt further, Orlando obeyed and lay still as Len raped him.  Outside, in the distance, voices again could be heard and the Brit tried to concentrate on that instead of the pain he was being forced to endure. He gasped into the palm cupped over his mouth and tears sprang to his eyes when the penetration became too agonizing for him to ignore, but he didn’t dare fight to get away.
 
“Should have taken you with me.” Len panted lowly as he shifted his stance and continued to thrust into the submissive body beneath him. “Such a good fuck. I missed your sweet ass.”
 
Orlando cringed under the insult then moaned bitterly when Len’s cock started to graze over his prostate repeatedly.
 
Pleased that he’d hit his mark, Len snapped his hips forward at the end of each stroke,  burying his cock balls deep every time. “Gonna make you come without touching you kid.” He promised gruffly as he continued his assault.
 
As his body started to betray him, Orlando began to sob audibly.  After what seemed like an eternity, but in all actuality was mere minutes, much to his relief he came, his seed spilling out onto the flat plain of his stomach.  His passage clenched down spasmodically on Len’s cock and the increased friction brought his rapist to completion as well.
 
Len came with a guttural groan, his semen flooding into the abraded and abused body beneath him. At his moment of climax, he leaned down and took the soft skin of Orlando’s throat in his teeth and bit down, hard.
 
Orlando yelped and stiffened when he felt his abuser’s teeth sink into his sensitive flesh.  He cried out again, when Len abruptly withdrew from his body, and laid perfectly still as the larger man got off him and let go of his wrists.  As soon as he was free, he rolled onto his side, curled up into a fetal position, and started to cry mournfully.
 
Len crawled from the bed and pulled his pants back up. “Get up, Orlando.” He commanded sharply as he redid his zipper. “Up! You’re coming with me!”
 
Orli looked up at him in tearful disbelief. “What?” he whimpered, making no effort to obey.
 
“I said, get your ass off that bed! You’re coming with me!”
 
Shaking his head in protest, Orlando shrunk away cringing as Len stepped over to him. “No, please don’t –“
 
“C’mon whore!” Len demanded. He reached down to take hold of the young actor but froze when he again heard voices outside. They were coming from the opposite side of the trailer this time. “Don’t you dare move and keep your mouth shut!” he threatened in a whisper as he made his way over to a nearby window. Pulling the curtain back slightly he peered out into the lot.  Half way across the compound he recognized Mortensen, who was headed directly for the trailer.  Muttering curses under his breath, Len quickly backed away from the window and turned back to his cowering victim. “Watch yourself kid.” He sneered. “I’ll be back for you later.”
 
Orli tearfully watched in silence as Len bolted from the trailer, letting the door slam shut behind him.  As soon as he was certain he was alone and Len wasn’t returning immediately, he let himself relax back on the bed, buried his face in the bedding, and cried hard, sobs violently racking his slight frame.
 
Not five minutes later there was a soft knock at the door. “Orlando? You in there?” Viggo’s voice filtered through the walls, somewhat muffled. There was a pause, then another knock. “Orlando?”
 
Viggo had just finished his last scene for the day about half an hour ago and before changing out of his Aragorn costume, decided to go to Orli’s trailer to see how his young lover was doing. Orli had finished his shoot shortly after noon and they had made arrangements to meet at Orlando’s trailer after Viggo was done his scenes so that they could go home together. The Dane was somewhat confused now as to why the young man was not answering his door.  Had Orlando fallen asleep?  Viggo knocked on the door for the third time and waited. Still no answer.  He strained to listen for any sounds coming from inside and, hearing nothing, concluded that the Brit must have indeed fallen asleep.  He grinned to himself as he thought about what they had been doing for the last three days.  Just over a month ago, Orlando and Viggo had made love for the first time since the young man’s kidnapping and although Orli had been extremely nervous, they’d managed and once that barrier had been broken, there was no looking back. They’d made love regularly since then, maybe not as frequent as before, but at least once a week.  That was until four nights ago.  After taking the phone off the hook, they’d spent most of the long weekend in bed together catching up for all the intimacy they’d missed out on over the course of the two and a half months that they hadn’t.  The American’s grin widened more when he came to the conclusion that he must have worn his lover out. So much for youth stamina.  He waited a few more minutes then decided that he would just go in and wake Orli up in a less than traditional manner.  A little sex would do wonders for releasing the tension they had both endured with the grueling pace they’d been forced to set during filming.
 
It wasn’t until Viggo actually stepped inside the trailer and closed the door that he was hit with the heady smell of sex.  He frowned. “Orli? Angel?” he called quietly as he scanned the main part of the trailer for signs of his love.  It was then he heard the muffled sobs coming from the back room.  The bedroom!  With his heart beating wildly in his chest, the Dane quickly made his way to the back of the trailer.  Once he entered the sleep area, he froze in shock at the image lying before him.
 
On top of the crumpled bedding lay Orlando curled protectively in a fetal position, jeans and boxer pulled right down but left hanging from one ankle.  Viggo’s eyes trailed down his lover’s exposed body to his thighs where bruises were already beginning to form.  There was blood and, what the Dane guessed to be semen staining the sheets just behind one round buttock of the youth.  Forcing his shock aside, Viggo quickly rushed over to the bed and sat down next to the tremulous form. “Baby?” he called softly as he placed a hand to the younger actor’s shoulder.  His heart sank when Orlando flinched under his touch. Viggo ignored the reaction, gripped the now hysterical brunette by the biceps, and forced him up into a sitting position.  Orli cried out loudly when his backside made contact with the mattress.
 
Orli’s sobs and trembles increased but other than that he didn’t acknowledge the American’s presence.
 
“What happened?!” Viggo demanded harshly, his rising panic clearly detectable in his voice. Orlando refused to answer or make eye contact with him.  The American then shook him sharply. “Orlando! What the hell is going on?”
 
Orlando whimpered, cringing against the thundering voice. “H-he c-a-me he-he-here.” Was all he managed to choke out between hitching breaths.  He continued to evade Viggo’s hard gaze.
 
“Who did?” the older man pressed in a blunt tone.  His heart skipped a beat when he thought of who Orli was referring to. Only a couple of people could put Orlando in the emotional state he was now in.  When the Brit still wouldn’t look at him, Viggo gripped him firmly by the jaw and forced him to make eye contact. “Who, Orlando?” he screamed, barely able to control his own trepidation.  Fear flooded through his very soul when the tear stained brown eyes looked up at him in sheer humiliation.
 
“Len…..” Orlando whimpered barely above a whisper. “He-he came back h-here t-to ge-t m-me. To take me w-w-with hi-m.”
 
“Oh my God.” Viggo breathed as he slightly loosened his grip on Orlando’s arms.  He closed his eyes and swallowed hard as he fought to control his rising fury.
 
The young Brit sensed his lover’s anger. “I-I’m s-sorry, V-ig. I didn’t l-lock the-the d-oor.’  He w-as wa-waiting for me.”
 
Viggo immediately pulled Orlando to him and embraced him in a secure hug. “It’s okay, angel. It’s not your fault.” He reassured as he started to rock him. “It’s all right now, I’m here.” He comforted.  He couldn’t fathom how the son of a bitch managed to sneak passed security without being detected. Was nowhere safe?
 
“H-he just l-left be-fore y-you got here.” Orlando forced out between sobs, then buried his face against Viggo’s chest.  “H-he tried t-to t-take me w-with him.”
 
“You’re safe now, angel. I’m here.” Viggo’s voice cracked under the threat of his own tears. He rested his head atop the riot of chestnut curls. “We’ll call the police. They’ll catch the bastard.”  Cold fear made his heart clench as he thought of his Orlando almost being taken from him again. “Are you hurt anywhere?”
 
Orlando shook his head bluntly in response.
 
The trailer phone rang and both men startled at the unexpected noise.
 
Viggo reluctantly disentangled himself from the younger man and quickly got to his feet. “I’ll be back in a minute.” he reassured Orli as he stepped over to the phone and snatched the portable from the base. “Yeah?”
 
“Viggo? Orlando with you?” It was Pete and his voice sounded strained and urgent.
 
“Yes he is. What’s going on?”
 
“Security just contacted me.” The director continued. “They caught some guy at the front gates.  He matches the description of one of the Orlando’s kidnappers. They’re holding him there until the police arrive.”
 
“I’m on my way.”  Viggo said with no hesitation and abruptly shut the phone off before Pete could protest.
 
Setting the phone down, Viggo turned to Orlando, who was looking at him questioningly through his tears.
 
“I’ll be back in a few minutes.” The Dane explained. He didn’t want to elaborate on the phone conversation in case it turned out to be a false alarm. “Lock the door behind me and don’t answer it for anyone unless it’s me.” He expressed sharply. “Understand?”
 
Orli nodded and watched as Viggo headed for the door. 
 
Viggo stopped when he discovered the younger actor wasn’t making any effort to get up from the bed to do as he’d been told.  “Lock it now!” the handsome Dane commanded.  He wanted his lover safe just in case this whole capture turned out to be a diversion to draw attention away from Orli.  He waited patiently as the slim young man slowly got up from the bed, did up his jeans and gingerly stepped over to him.
 
Viggo placed his hand to Orlando’s cheek caressing tenderly as he spoke. “I want you safe, Orli. Lock the door and don’t answer it under any circumstances unless you know it’s me. All right?” he instructed as he lightly brushed the last remnants of the youth’s tears from his face.
 
Orlando nodded and dropped his gaze to the floor.
 
Viggo shifted his hand under the brunette’s chin and guided his head back up so he could make eye contact with him. “I love you, angel.” he murmured, then dipped down and caught Orli’s mouth in a compassionate quick kiss.
 
Orlando tentatively responded to the soft lips brushing against his.
 
Viggo then broke away. “Lock the door?” he repeated. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?”
 
Orlando nodded and once Viggo left the trailer, he quickly locked the door.  Suddenly feeling very insecure, he stood in the middle of the floor for a few minutes quaking, his arms wrapped protectively around himself.  He looked nervously about the trailer and then with a shuddered deep sigh, walked over to the sitting room and sat down in one of the chairs.  He drew his long legs up onto the cushion and curled up to wait for his older lover to return.
 
 
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Looking every bit like the future King of Men, Viggo strode through the compound towards the main gates.  Feeling every bit like a vulnerable and helpless human being, Viggo’s heart raced as he anticipated what he’d find there.  Could they be so lucky as to have caught one of the sick bastards after all this time?  As he rounded the bend in the path that led from the trailer compound, the main gates came into view.  His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword and tightened when he saw the large crowd gathered there.  He broke into a run when he saw four New Zealand police cruisers pull up just outside the locked gates.  As he neared the outer edge of the crowd, he clearly caught sight of Pete who was talking to two of the hired security guards, one of whom was locking hand cuffs on a very tall, overweight, and somewhat unkept man.  Keeping his eyes pinned on that man, Viggo worked his way through the droves of people, his heart pounding and his rage escalating.  As soon as he approached Pete, the director gripped him by the arm and tried to draw him to a halt. “They caught him outside the trailer compound.  He was following the fence line back here.  Apparently…”
 
Viggo didn’t register a word the director was saying.  Instead, he wrenched his arm free of Pete’s grip, quickly stepped forward to where the guards were restraining their prisoner, and glowered at the man before him, pure hatred burning in his blue-grey eyes.
 
The large man straightened under the Dane’s steely stare and returned Viggo’g glare with a rotten toothed grin.  “So I finally meet the man who’s got that pretty little slut so hot and bothered.” He said casually and tilted his head cockily to the side as his eyes swept over the form in front of him.  “Don’t rightly see what he sees in you. Lest you got a lot more between your legs to offer him than any other man has.”
 
As soon as the man spoke, Viggo recognized the voice.  “Len.” He seethed, finally getting the privilege of placing a visual to the much hated voice.  He didn’t respond to the kidnapper’s last comment, but his anger turned to sheer loathing and his temper was reaching critical levels.
 
Len ran his tongue over his teeth. “Can sure see what you see in that cockney whore, though. So vocal in bed, quite the little performer. Really knows how to turn a man on. I just love hearing him moan when I……”
 
Viggo instantly saw red as Len antagonized him with his shrewd comments.  Before he knew he was even doing it, the American raised his arm, drew it back, curled his hand into a tight fist, then plowed the rapist squarely in the mouth.  Pain exploded through his hand but he ignored it as complacency flooded over him in very pleasant waves.  He felt Len’s jaw give under the impact of his fist and he smiled when he heard the sickening snap of bone breaking.
 
Len screamed in agony, his mouth flooding with blood.  He staggered back from the force of the blow and started to sink to his knees.
 
“I will see you rot in hell for what you did to Orlando, you sick son of a bitch!” Viggo spat the promise through clenched teeth.  He prepared to hit Len again as the security guard hauled the prisoner back to his feet.
 
Len threw his head back, cackling, blood mixed with spittle ran down his chin and dripped onto his shirt, staining the white material crimson.
 
With a growl, Viggo lunged forward, grabbed Len by the biceps and jerked him free of the guard’s grip. He swung the man around, pulling him away from the guards in the process, and glowered at him panting.
 
Len quickly composed himself and looked at Viggo, grinning sadistically. “Oh, to feel that sweet young body buck under me.” He purred smoothly, his broken jaw jutting at an awkward angle as he spoke. “Quivering as I bring him off. So, so sweet.”
 
“You sick bastard!” Viggo bellowed and pulled his arm back, ready to swing.  Just as he was about to let his fist fly a second time, a police officer was beside him in moments, gripping his wrist tightly in order to stop him. “Mr. Mortensen. I strongly advise you to let this man go or I’ll have to charge you with assault.”
 
Viggo swung around and looked at the officer in disbelief. “Charge me with assault?!”  Since when did the law protect the criminal? “This bastard raped Orlando Bloom. Again. And you want to charge me?” he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
 
The police officer put his hand out, palm open in an attempt to calm the Dane. “Please, Mr. Mortensen.  I understand your…..”
 
“You understand?!” Viggo ranted, not letting the law man finish. “How the hell could you possibly understa…..”
 
“Mr. Mortensen.” The policeman addressed firmly now. “The law is the law. I suggest you take a moment to calm yourself. Let the police deal with this.”
 
“Oh, I’ll let the police deal with it.” Viggo hissed. He looked over to where Len was standing, watched as the security guard gingerly wiped the blood from the kidnapper’s misaligned jaw.  In another fit of rage, Viggo sprang forward, slamming into Len’s body with enough force to drive the man to the ground with him on top.  Before giving the rapist or himself time to recover, Viggo started pummeling him with his fist, holding Len’s head steady for each punch with a hand tightly wound in the dirty blond hair. “Teach you to hurt innocent people, you fucking bastard!” the Dane roared as he repeatedly struck him in the face with a tightly clenched fist.
 
Dazed, Len tried to bring his handcuffed hands up to shield himself from the blows, but Viggo easily elbowed them out of the way.  Finally, giving up on the punches, Viggo viciously yanked Len’s head up from the ground and with all his strength, slammed it back down hard against the gravel.
 
Len let out a grunt as his head made impact with an audible thud.  His cuffed hands fell limply to the earth and he lay there, barely moving.
 
In moments of the attack, three officers quickly made their way over to where Viggo was beating the prisoner.  They tried in vain to pull the large American off the kidnapper but Viggo easily shrugged them off.  Now that Len lay barely conscious, Viggo relaxed somewhat and two of the officers hauled him off the lifeless body but not before the Dane managed to aim a well placed kick to Len’s crotch.   He watched in satisfaction as the kidnapper weakly curled in on himself. “Rot you son of a bitch!” he growled as he was hauled completely to his feet.
 
One of the two policemen roughly swung Viggo around to face him. “Mr. Mortensen!” he huffed from his brief struggle to pull the American from the prisoner. “If you do not get control of yourself I will handcuff you, charge you with assault, and personally escort you down to the station and lock you up.”
 
Viggo fought to surpress a smart remark and watched, rather pleased, as the other two officers literally carried Len off to one of the patrol cars.  He smiled when he heard one of them radio for an ambulance.
 
Pete made his way through the crowd and quickly stepped over to Viggo, put his hand on the actor’s shoulder, and gently drew him off to the side to speak to him in private. “Viggo. I understand your anger. I’d like to kill the bastard myself but you won’t be doing Orlando any good if you end up behind bars.” He warned in a whisper.
 
“That fucker just raped Orli again!” Viggo exclaimed, pointing in the direction the police had taken Len, his voice shaking as he fought to control his tears.  He wiped the perspiration off his forehead with his arm.
 
“What?!” The director gasped in complete shock.
 
“That son of a bich just came from Orli’s trailer!” The Dane cried as the tears now coursed down his cheeks. “He attacked Orli! He came back specifically to take Olrando with him.”
 
“Where’s Orlando now?” Pete asked numbly. “Is he okay?”
 
Viggo shook his head. “Of course he’s not okay.” He snapped. “I left him alone to come down here! I told him to keep the door locked until I got back, and not to open it for anyone else.”
 
“I think we’d better go there now.” Pete pressed urgently. He was hurt by the blunt response Viggo had just given him, but under the current circumstances he chose to ignore it. “I just talked to one of the officers.  The search party they have out along the North ridge found the kidnapper’s van about ten minutes away from here.  There’s no sign of the second rapist.”
 
Viggo paled, concern for his young lover rising instantly. “I told Orlando not to open the door for anyone.”
 
“All the more reason to go.” Pete stated. “Those trailer doors are pretty flimsy.  If someone’s determined enough to get in, that small lock isn’t going to detour them.”
 
They both were about to leave when another officer on scene approached them. “Excuse me, gentlemen. I’m Sergeant Sequenza of the victim’s crime unit.” He introduced himself and offered his hand.
 
Pete accepted the extended hand and shook it. “I’m Peter Jackson.”
 
Viggo was next to shake hands with the officer. “Viggo Mortensen.” He muttered as he fought to control his anxiety. He desperately wanted to get back to Orlando immediately.
 
When Sequenza finished the introduction, he took a small writing pad out of his shirt pocket and flipped it open. “I understand the man we have in custody……” he searched his pad for a moment. “…..Mr. Len Cohen, is responsible for the kidnapping and rape of Mr. Bloom, three months ago?”
 
“Yes.” Viggo replied. “He and another man took Orlando when his car broke down on a secluded road.  They had him at some cottage for four days. After I delivered the ransom money, they dumped him off in an abandoned farm yard about half an hour’s drive out of town.”
 
The Sergeant started to write rapidly in the little pad.  When he finished, he looked at Viggo. “Now, today I understand that Mr. Cohen…”
 
“Mr. Cohen raped Orlando again. Today.” Viggo interrupted, his fury mounting at the thought despite his efforts to control it. “He also attempted to kidnap him.”
 
Both Pete and Viggo saw the shock ghost across Sequenza’s face but the officer quickly quelled it and continued to pen things down on paper. “Where is Mr. Bloom now?” he inquired as he finished his notes.
 
“I left him in his trailer. I’m going back there as soon as you’re done with us here.” Viggo said anxiously. He’d already left his lover alone long enough and knew Orli would be needing him.
 
“What about the second kidnapper?” Pete asked. “I understand you have a patrol out searching the area?”
 
Sequenza turned to Pete. “We found a black van parked in the woods about ten minutes from here but there’s been no word on finding Mr. Cohen’s partner. We have the track dogs out and we’re combing the area thoroughly.  If he’s out there we’ll find him.” he assured the concerned men. “You’re going to Mr. Bloom’s trailer now?”
 
Viggo nodded as he ran his hand through his hair. “I’ve left him alone too long already.”
 
The Sergeant snapped his pad shut. “All right then.  I’m going to finish up here then I’ll come down and get a statement from Mr. Bloom.” He explained as he shoved the pad back into his shirt pocket.
 
Viggo sighed and gave Pete an unsure glance, then looked to Sequenza again. “Is that really necessary right now?” he asked, then elaborated further when the officer frowned in response. “I mean, he’s pretty shook up. I’m not too sure how much he’s willing to talk.”
 
The policeman sighed heavily. “In order to press charges for this second assault, Mr. Mortensen, I’m going to have to get a statement from him.” he pointed out.
 
Viggo opened his mouth to protest but Pete swiftly placed a hand to his shoulder in silent reprimand. “We’ll go talk to Orlando, tell him you’re coming.” He told the Sergeant. “When you’re ready to come down, one of the security guards will bring you to his trailer.”
 
“Good enough.” Sequenza stated, wrapping up the conversation. “I just have to touch base with the station and I’ll be right down.”
 
“We’ll be ready.” Pete replied.  He waited until the officer was well out of earshot before speaking to his leading actor. “You can’t protect Orlando against everything, Viggo. He has to start talking now. There’s going to be a trial not too far in the near future and he’s going to have to testify.  If he folds up at this point, there’s no way those sons of bitches will be convicted for any significant amount of time.”
 
“They already have more than enough evidence from his abduction, why subject him to more?” Viggo demanded. Pete hadn’t been at the hospital three and a half months ago. Pete wasn’t the one Orlando clung to in pure mortification and humiliation after being given a complete rape exam.  And Pete definitely did not see how Orli sat quietly for the ride home after, refusing to respond to Viggo’s gentle encouragements to not give up hope, that his rapists would be caught.  Tears welled up in the American’s eyes as he remembered hearing Orlando’s heartbreaking sobs that night, echoing through the quiet house. He remembered how powerless he felt, unable to help his love with the pain.  Over the course of the following months with help from counseling, the Bloom family, and friends, Orlando had started to re-emerge. Disappearing was the quiet, withdrawn, timid, and constantly pensive, youth.  Reappearing was the talkative, flamboyant, affectionate, young man. What happened today would drive Orli right back to where he was three months ago, and this time Viggo wasn’t too sure there’d be any way to retrieve him.
 
Viggo sighed and dropped his head into the palm of his now bruising hand.  It had been hard enough before, to reach Orlando, to work through the emotional anguish and insecurities the kidnapping and rapes had left in it’s wake.  It was going to be almost impossible to deal with after today.  The Dane let out a shuddered deep breath and ran his index finger and thumb over the bridge of his nose repeatedly.  Orlando was virtually unresponsive when he’d found him in the trailer.
 
Pete’s hand patting his shoulder drew Viggo out of his thoughts.  He looked at the director questioningly, the tiredness more than visible on his face.
 
“Are you all right?” Pete asked sincerely concerned.
 
“I’m fine.” Viggo muttered. “I’d better get back to Orli. I’ve already been gone way too long as it is.  He needs me.”
 
The New Zealand director could sense Viggo was holding back on what was truly worrying him but wasn’t going to confront him about it. “I’ll come with you.” He offered. “Just in case you need help.”
 
Viggo nodded and let his hand fall loosely to his side. “You’re welcome to come, Pete, but I’m not too sure how Orlando’s going to react to any one of us.”
 
“If he gets too agitated, I’ll leave.” Pete gave Viggo’s shoulder a gentle squeeze then started back towards the trailer compound. “C’mon.” he called back over his shoulder.
 
Viggo hesitated, intently watching the shorter stout man walk briskly down the path.  He wasn’t too sure this was a very good idea.  He could almost guarantee his love would immediately withdraw into his protective shell once Pete and Sequenza descended on him.  He let out another deep sigh, shifted the sword on his hip and slowly started after the director.  There was always hope, he guessed.  Maybe things would be different this time, because this time Orlando was going to have to talk.