I own no one but my own people

"Wake up... Hank, please wake up! Hank!"

Voight groaned as a woman's voice floated through the dark fog. A sharp pain that started in his head radiated through his entire body. There was a trail of dried blood starting at his forehead and going down his cheek.

He was laying on something soft but hard, something that felt oddly familiar... He wanted nothing more than to just fall back asleep and ignore the woman crying his name out.

"Hank, please wake up," the woman begged again, this time more clearly. With his head clearer, although not by much, he realized who the voice belonged to as well as the fact that whatever he was laying on was moving underneath him.

Voight slowly opened his eyes and what he saw when he did was the last thing he expected to see;

Erin Lindsay laying underneath him looking terrified.

"What the fuck?" he gasped as his senses came rushing back all at once. Voight tried to sit up and it was only then did he realized that his hands were cuffed to a rusted metal bed frame as was hers. In less time than that he realized that not only was he handcuffed on top of her, he realized neither of them had on single shred of clothing.

"Where are we?" he asked noticing that while both of their legs were cuffed to the foot board Voight had much more room to maneuver while Erin's were spread eagle and she couldn't close them even half an inch. He lifted his body up as much as he could, supporting himself on his elbows and knees so he wasn't laying on top of her. "What the hell's going on?"

"I don't know," she answered, trying her best to keep the fear from her voice and failing miserably. "I woke up and you were on top of me... I have no idea where we are."

Voight glanced around the room they were in, trying to make some sense of their predicament. The were in a dank cool basement with only one door leading out. There was a comfortable looking lounge chair pointed directly at the bed that they were cuffed to...

"It's Walker," said Erin, her voice trembling and making Voight turn his attention back to her. "It has to be. He must have thought you and me... Oh God what he made those people do to each other..."

"Hey hey hey, I won't do that to you," he assured her in as much of an authoritative tone as he could manage. "I won't hurt you, and he damn sure isn't going to either."

His words did little to comfort Erin who was biting her lip in a desperate attempt to keep her tears from falling. She turned her face away from him, clenching her eyes shut as a tear managed to escape and fall down her cheek, breaking Voights heart as it did.

"Erin, please," he began softly before the sound of locks untumbling made both of them look towards the door, their hearts pounding against one another.

Greg Walker pushed open the heavy door and walked in, aiming a video camera at the bed where the two officers laid.

"Let her go and let her go NOW!" Voight bellowed not wasting any time as he pulled against the cuffs to try to get to the man that had put them in this predicament.

"Oh we're already angry aren't we?" Greg asked in a sickly sweet tone as he kept the camera on them. His pond green eyes were shining with excitement and his blonde hair was slicked back while a smug grin made his was his pretty boy face "That's good... Keep that up."

Voight struggled against the cuffs again, glaring at the man with a look that made other criminals terrified where they stood but all it made Walker do was chuckle as he took a seat in the recliner. "Let her go or I swear to God I'll kill you," Voight told him, meaning every word.

"Kinda hard to kill someone when you're cuffed to a bed isn't it?"

"What do you want?" Erin demanded, struggling to keep the fear from her voice.

Walker smiled a rather unnerving grin at her as he bent over and picked up a long metal fire poker that neither one realized was there before. "What I want... is for you two lovebirds to put on a show for me..."

"We're not a couple, she's my daughter you sick fuck!" Voight spat at him.

A slow sadistic grin grew on Walkers face at he processed this new information, leering at Erin as he did so. "Well then... I guess the term 'daddy' is about to take on a whole new meaning for you isn't it?"

I know it was short but it's just the prologue. Back story as to how they wound up here is coming, I promise.