"Shut the hell up, bitch!"
"I swear to god, Jack, I will tell everyone, and I'll leave!"
"No you won't! I won't let you!"
"You don't control me anymore! You can't!"
"Yes I can. Watch." Jack took a double-sided blade out of his pocket and held it at the girl's throat. "Now shut up or I'll kill you." He pressed the point of the knife into her throat even more. "Not such a wise-ass anymore, are you?" A drop of blood fell to the floor, and the girl looked up at Jack, her swollen eyes full of fear, and dried, black blood smeared over her face.
"Don't do this Jack, please! Don't do this!"
"Oh I will, and you'll enjoy it!" Another drop of blood. "And I'll kill your sorry ass if you get even close to telling those people that you work with again." He started to remove his pants with his free hand, undoing his belt first. His eyes darted over to the dresser and he spotted a gun. Edging over to it he dropped his knife and grabbed the pistol. He dropped it down on her head. Her knees buckled and she found the world fading out.
***
8 months ago. . .
***
"So, who's the guy?" Nick asked, laughing slightly at the pink tinge that arrived on Sara's cheeks. She stuttered a bit, and then whacked him lightly on the shoulder.
"Nobody. What are you talking about?"
"Yep. Ok. Anyone I know?"
"What the hell!? How do you know? Are you physic of something?"
"A magician never shares his secrets."
"Neither does a gentleman, so spill."
"I'm hurt. Deeply hurt." He staggered around, clutching his heart, before straitening and bowing to the giggling Sara. "So really, who is he?"
"No. I don't want anybody making a big deal out of it."
"Awww, how sweet! Poor, naïve Sara thinking I'm one to spread the office gossip. Come on, you can tell me!"
"Fine. His name is Jack."
***
4 months later.
***
"It's the middle of summer in Vegas. Why are you wearing long sleeves?" Nick inquired.
"I was cold this morning?" Sara suggested.
"Sara."
"Nick, please. Don't do this. It's nothing, really." He opened his mouth to argue but a look in her eyes told him not to.
***
Present.
***
'Sprawled on the mattress naked.' Jack thought. 'Do not threaten me, or this is what happened.' Sara's eyes fluttered as far open as they'd go, which was about half way. She shivered, and said as loudly as she could muster, "You are so screwed." He leapt up, and took a syringe from the side table and injected its contents into her. He took off his pants and crawled on top of her.
"Don't ever fuck with me, or this is what will happen." And he jammed herself into her. She was awake, but paralysed temporarily. More tears sprung to her eyes. She'd done enough crying; too much, in fact. Jack got up and took his knife from the floor.
"You're not telling anyone." He said, and slashed at her chest. Her eyes widened and she gasped as Jack left. Bleeding on the bed, she felt the sedative wear off and she groped around the drawer of the bed side table and found a pen and some paper.
'I'm sorry.' She wrote, 'I didn't want it to turn out like this. Jack hurt me, and I want you to know that. He stabbed me, and I have to say I'm not too sad about it. No more abuse. I'm kind of disappointed though. You were supposed to find out. You're investigators, aren't you? Bye Grissom, Catherine, Warrick. Sorry Greg, I couldn't take it. You and Nick were the only two that actually questioned me. Confronted me about it. Maybe one day. . .' And she fell asleep, eternally.
"Bye, Sara. I'll miss you." He kissed her on her forehead gently. "We all will."
******
Epilogue? No? Ok. Feedback would be good.
"I swear to god, Jack, I will tell everyone, and I'll leave!"
"No you won't! I won't let you!"
"You don't control me anymore! You can't!"
"Yes I can. Watch." Jack took a double-sided blade out of his pocket and held it at the girl's throat. "Now shut up or I'll kill you." He pressed the point of the knife into her throat even more. "Not such a wise-ass anymore, are you?" A drop of blood fell to the floor, and the girl looked up at Jack, her swollen eyes full of fear, and dried, black blood smeared over her face.
"Don't do this Jack, please! Don't do this!"
"Oh I will, and you'll enjoy it!" Another drop of blood. "And I'll kill your sorry ass if you get even close to telling those people that you work with again." He started to remove his pants with his free hand, undoing his belt first. His eyes darted over to the dresser and he spotted a gun. Edging over to it he dropped his knife and grabbed the pistol. He dropped it down on her head. Her knees buckled and she found the world fading out.
***
8 months ago. . .
***
"So, who's the guy?" Nick asked, laughing slightly at the pink tinge that arrived on Sara's cheeks. She stuttered a bit, and then whacked him lightly on the shoulder.
"Nobody. What are you talking about?"
"Yep. Ok. Anyone I know?"
"What the hell!? How do you know? Are you physic of something?"
"A magician never shares his secrets."
"Neither does a gentleman, so spill."
"I'm hurt. Deeply hurt." He staggered around, clutching his heart, before straitening and bowing to the giggling Sara. "So really, who is he?"
"No. I don't want anybody making a big deal out of it."
"Awww, how sweet! Poor, naïve Sara thinking I'm one to spread the office gossip. Come on, you can tell me!"
"Fine. His name is Jack."
***
4 months later.
***
"It's the middle of summer in Vegas. Why are you wearing long sleeves?" Nick inquired.
"I was cold this morning?" Sara suggested.
"Sara."
"Nick, please. Don't do this. It's nothing, really." He opened his mouth to argue but a look in her eyes told him not to.
***
Present.
***
'Sprawled on the mattress naked.' Jack thought. 'Do not threaten me, or this is what happened.' Sara's eyes fluttered as far open as they'd go, which was about half way. She shivered, and said as loudly as she could muster, "You are so screwed." He leapt up, and took a syringe from the side table and injected its contents into her. He took off his pants and crawled on top of her.
"Don't ever fuck with me, or this is what will happen." And he jammed herself into her. She was awake, but paralysed temporarily. More tears sprung to her eyes. She'd done enough crying; too much, in fact. Jack got up and took his knife from the floor.
"You're not telling anyone." He said, and slashed at her chest. Her eyes widened and she gasped as Jack left. Bleeding on the bed, she felt the sedative wear off and she groped around the drawer of the bed side table and found a pen and some paper.
'I'm sorry.' She wrote, 'I didn't want it to turn out like this. Jack hurt me, and I want you to know that. He stabbed me, and I have to say I'm not too sad about it. No more abuse. I'm kind of disappointed though. You were supposed to find out. You're investigators, aren't you? Bye Grissom, Catherine, Warrick. Sorry Greg, I couldn't take it. You and Nick were the only two that actually questioned me. Confronted me about it. Maybe one day. . .' And she fell asleep, eternally.
"Bye, Sara. I'll miss you." He kissed her on her forehead gently. "We all will."
******
Epilogue? No? Ok. Feedback would be good.