Author's Note:
This was a tad short, and I'm sorry about that!
There are also mildly icky things in this fic, such as child molestation (eew!). If that bothers you, please do not read this. It's not graphic or anything, but just warning you so I don't get a hundred flames saying 'OMJ THAT WAS SO GROSS UR SICK'.
Please let me know if this is worth continuing, or if I should just trash it. If I DO continue, there will be torture and violence and other nasties in the next chapters, which would explain the summary.
Thank you!
My wrists ached as from being chained to the wall for so long, and I was aware of a dull throbbing in the back of my head. Being locked in a room made entirely of concrete with no sources of ventilation in ninety-seven degree July weather was making this no easier.
Sweat ran down my back, dampening my black shirt and making my clothes stick to my body in the most unpleasant manner. All my possessions had been taken away, including my tracking device, which left me with no hopes of rescue for a long, long time. Being trapped for more than seven hours was nothing – I learned to endure such conditions through extensive training, and it would have been easy to just stay chained to the wall for quite a while, were it not for the constant worry for my brothers gnawing at the back of my mind. Nick was the first to be captured. Kevin and I split up in hopes of recovering him, but both of us were caught and separated. I had been knocked out with some sort of blunt object, and woke up in this state, with no idea where my siblings were, or what our captors were doing to them.
I sighed and closed my eyes. The room was so dark, that it wouldn't have mattered whether or not they were opened or closed; either way, I could not see anything. This mission was to recover a briefcase of money, worth billions of dollars. The criminals had held up a US Embassy in Nigeria, taken the money, and somehow transported it back to the United States, which is where we come in – to get it back. But something went and now here I was.
I mentally kicked myself for being so stupid. If I had been more careful when making the calculations, neither Kevin, Nick, nor I, would be in this situation. All I could do now was to pray that my brothers were alright. I had faith we would pull through, we always did. This wasn't the first time we had been held hostage. A few months ago, we were kidnapped, and we made it out within a day; the worst wound out of the three of us was merely a cut on Kevin's shoulder. We were entertained around the headquarters for quite a while; recounting the tale with only a teeny bit of exaggeration for our fellow spies as they stared in silent admiration. Except, the only differences from our last experience were that we were separated and that we had no means of communication with the outside world.
My eyes snapped open at the sound of a click. The door swung open, and pale light flooded into the room. I squinted, my pupils still adjusting to the sudden change. When I was again able to see clearly, I made out the form of a wide, heavy man dragging in an awfully familiar person. My heart skipped a beat. It was Nick!
The fat man pulled Nick in and slammed the door shut behind him. Again, we were enveloped my complete darkness, until a small click was heard, and a single light bulb in the ceiling was lit.
"Good afternoon, Joseph," the man said in a pleasant voice, holding a blindfolded and gagged Nick's tightly bound hands behind his back. "I hope you're feeling well today?"
"Never been better," I replied breezily, tugging on the chains that restrained me.
I supposed Nick recognized my voice, for as soon as I spoke, he started squirming about, his gag swallowing and muffling his desperate voice. I remained calm, determined to keep my cool, but my heart was screaming at me to do something, to get Nick away from the obese, foul-smelling man.
"Good to hear." The man casually threw Nick to the floor with a thud. A thick Spanish accent was evident in his voice. "My name is Raoul. I'll be keeping you two fine gentlemen company this afternoon."
Nick struggled to his knees, and was kindly rewarded for his efforts with a swift kick to the gut. I took a deep breath, willing myself not to lose my temper as my brother doubled over in pain, whimpering pitifully.
"What do you want?" I asked coldly, not letting my voice waver.
"Oh, nothing much, really," he said, planting a foot on Nick's chest, pinning him to the ground. Nick tried valiantly to get up, but Raoul's shiny, leather-shod foot held him firmly in place.
"Get to the point."
"No need to be impatient," he chuckled softly, clearly amused. "Just a tiny bit of information. Won't take you long at all to answer. Just a few numbers from your mouth will suffice, and you and your brothers will be free to go."
"Numbers?" My mind was blank. I expected him to demand that I reveal the location of our confidential files or something. Why the hell was he asking me for numbers, of all things?
"Smart boy," he said encouragingly. "Now go on. Spit it out."
"I don't know what you're blathering about," I said dumbly – which was the truth.
"Don't be shy, now, Joseph!" Raoul exclaimed, sounding like a kindergarten teacher fawning over her five-year-old students. His voice was so friendly, that I was actually surprised when he kneeled down and began pressing his sausage-sized thumb into Nick's throat. Nick began to choke and gasp for air, flailing about helplessly against his restraints.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Raoul continued, applying more and more pressure with each passing second. "The numbers on the lock."
"What lock?" I demanded, more confused than ever before.
"Really, Joseph, you are so exasperating." He jerked his thumb away from Nick's throat, and Nick pulled in a long, raspy breath, taking in as much oxygen as he could with one breath.
"I don't want to hurt your brother anymore," Raoul said, sighing with mock sadness. "He is such a pretty little one."
"I swear, I have no idea –"
"The lock on the briefcase, Joseph," he interrupted, "The lock on the briefcase with the money. We've tried everything we could to break it, but I guess the only thing that'll work is entering the password."
There was a lock on the briefcase? I thought.
"Come on, now. Just three, tiny little three-digit numbers is all I'm asking for." he smiled widely at me and then returned his gaze to Nick. "Have you seen your brother's face, Joseph?"
"Of course I have," I answered, puzzled.
"No, I mean, have you ever REALLY seen it?" Raoul's questioned, tenderly caressing Nick's cheek, "How simply beautiful it is?"
I narrowed my eyes in what I hoped to be a menacing glare. "What the hell are you trying to get at?" I demanded.
"Oh, nothing, nothing…" his hand began to glide down lower, and his hand brushed against my brother's chest. Nick, who had fallen silent, tensed up under Raoul's touch.
My breath hitched in my throat as I slowly began to realize what he was doing. "Get your hands off of him," I commanded, trying to sound assertive, though I was quivering uncontrollably on the inside.
"What are the numbers?" he repeated, his fingers traveling lower and pinching Nick's ass. Nick let out a small whimper and began to tremble as Raoul began to stroke the inside of his thigh as one would stroke a small kitten.
"I don't know," I growled, hoping my voice wouldn't betray how nervous I felt.
"Well, I think you do." He emitted a high-pitched giggle as I shuddered.
"Get. Your. Hands. Off." Anger bubbled in my stomach as his hand got dangerously close to the place where if he dared to touch, I would promise him a slow, painful death.
"I wonder," he said off-handedly, "What it would be like for me to simply dispose of you, Joseph. I'd be more than happy to use your brother instead; he's much prettier anyway… I'm sure he'd be much more willing to provide me with the information I need. Imagine, Joseph, your innocent little fifteen-year-old brother, still a virgin… imagine what I could do to him… imagine him struggling and crying as I -"
My calm façade exploded. "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!" I screamed, struggling and rattling against the chains.
"No one will be stopping me," he said, laughing quietly, a venomous, disgusting laugh.
"YOU SICK FUCK!" I felt a sudden burst of strength and ripped one hand free from a shackle, leaving behind bloody scraps of skin.
Raoul's face hardened, his sickeningly sweet voice immediately changing into cold stone, his eyes still fixed hungrily on Nick, "I swear to God, Joseph, if you don't tell me the password right now, I will rape your brother and rip him to pieces, you got that?"
I ignored him, jerking my other hand free with a bit more ease. I wondered for a brief second why I hadn't been able to pull free earlier. Raoul, being the thick-skulled shithead he was, didn't even notice that I had freed myself of my restraints. I didn't have any more time to think as he swiftly pulled Nick's shirt off and jerked him upwards by the hair, causing him to let out a cry of pain.
A roar of fury tore from my throat, and I ripped the hidden knife I had sewn into my shirt out, springing forward and driving the blade deep into Raoul's throat.
Raoul opened his mouth to let out a terrible shriek, but no sound came out, and he fell over, dead, onto the floor.
Without even glancing back, I hurried to Nick and untied his wrists first, then undoing his gag and blindfold. The blindfold was soaked with tears, as fresh ones flowed freely from his eyes.
"You okay, Nickie?" I asked, gently lifting his chin up to check his face for any damage.
He threw his arms around me, letting out strangled, choked sobs.
"It's okay," I said reassuringly as he cried into my shoulder, wrapping my arms comfortingly around his waist. "It's okay, Nickie. It's all okay."