A/N Warning this is a definite M although it is quite light at that start, it will progress. There might be physical, mental and sexual violence, and I'm not sure how explicit this story will become. You have been warned. This chapter is just Tosh and John, each chapter will involve a different member being captured to create the whole. You'll see...
Tosh woke with a start, it had been one of those disconcerting sleeps, where you blink and hours have passed. The trouble was Tosh couldn't remember going to sleep, last she knew she had been walking home in the rain. The sore part on the back of her head explained a lot. Tosh took in her predicament, her arms were bound so tight that it hurt, and she knew it wasn't just rope around her wrists.
For the first time she noticed there was something over her head, obscuring both her hearing and vision. She didn't like this one bit. She guessed she was probably unclothed, because she was cold and could feel no fabric against her skin. Her heart started palpitating, as realisation struck her. Please God, don't let it be him.
"Oh good you're awake." John clapped, making Tosh jump, giving him confirmation of his last sentence if he needed it. Tosh's heart rate continued to increase, the fact she couldn't see anything, causing fear to rush through her.
The bag was removed from her head, in one swift movement. She squinted; her eyes took their time to become used to the harshness of the naked bulb, hanging above her. He was kneeling in front of her looking down over her. She felt self-conscious, disgusted that he had removed her clothes, taken away her privacy. All she could see was that the room was of a reasonable size. The light was eerie and the many shadows it cast were off putting. She didn't attempt to move, not yet.
"John." She acknowledged his presence. He looked the same as when she had last seen him, however he also looked far more menacing. Maybe it was the fact he was leaning over her, and she was far more vulnerable. "Why?" Her throat was dry she noticed, dehydrated or a panic reaction, she wondered. Her analytical mind sieved through the reasons detaching herself from the problem, like only she could.
"Jack hurt me Tosh, crushed my very being and now I'm going to return that pain tenfold." He stated simply there was no point dressing anything up where Toshiko was concerned, he knew that. Toshiko nodded dumbly; she had already come to that conclusion. Now she knew exactly what John was going to do and terror prickled under her skin. He stared down at her trying to read her eyes.
"The others?" surely it was not too late for them too?
"You catch on quickly, a shame to waste such a brain." He paused adding to the effect of the next three words. "You are alone." Tosh tried to convince her pupils not to dilate in fear, but it was too late John saw the pain his last sentence had caused, he smirked.
"Okay." She just managed to keep herself from stuttering but her voice still betrayed her anxiety.
"How sweet, scared already and I haven't done anything yet?" Toshiko just nodded, with her imagination the fact that all the possibilities still remained was worst. "Hmm." she didn't like the sound of that, what was he deciding? She wondered how long he'd been planning this. He'd taken his time finding the perfect location that was evident.
"Can I do anything to stop it? Make it better for myself?" There wasn't any real horror in her voice, just slight apprehension. It was going to happen; she'd already resigned herself to that. Now she was hoping for factors she could control. John considered the questions it was obvious they had thrown him off guard. She expected him to reply with a simple no.
"Do exactly as you're told, no fuss no fight. I will make sure it comes quicker, or will make the pain less." He nodded to himself, as if he needed assurance that was the right thing to say. She just looked at him, now she could decide how to play it. He walked away to a bag-she hadn't noticed before-in the corner. "Stand up." She clambered to her feet, it took a minute until she was stable leaning against the wall. He shoved the bag on the ground a couple of feet in front of her, and smirking walked towards her. "And now the fun begins."
She shivered involuntarily, making him laugh callously. He shoved her against the wall, causing a gasp to exit her lips. His legs pinned her to the wall, making escape impossible and forcing the barbed twine restraints to dig into her wrists and back. She could feel the blood flowing. Slowly he moved his hands up her body, resting on her breasts, which he lightly traced figure of eights on. He pressed his lips to hers and she stiffened. "Now, now Tosh, remember what I said." She relaxed but only slightly, just to show she wouldn't make this difficult. "Kiss me." He demanded. Again his lips came down on hers, he forced her mouth open with his tongue, and she gave in with little effort. Their tongues collided and he ensured the kiss was intense.
He pulled back removing his jacket, jeans and pants, as Tosh watched in dismay. He began to kiss her violently again. Then he took Tosh's leg and placed it onto his hip, she could feel is hand between his legs warming up. He pushed into her, shoving himself in and out of her fragile body. He was pounding her against the wall and she made an effort not to whimper. It wasn't the pain that bothered her, it was the principal of what he was doing that made tears spring to her eyes. She wanted Owen more than before.
What would he think of her not even putting up a fight? She couldn't do that, she had a feisty spirit and she decided now was a good time to let it out, damn the consequences. She unhooked her leg and with all her strength raised a knee, breaking a gap between them she managed to slam it into John's stomach. He stumbled backwards from the impact, almost losing his balance, but just regaining control of himself. "Ow fuck! You stupid whore!" John spat, causing Toshiko to smile in spite of his anger. He stormed back towards her hand lifted, open palmed he slapped her across the face, so hard she was sure it would bruise. John but a hand around her neck and pushed her back up against the wall, lifting her from the floor. "Apologise." He commanded.
"Go to hell." She felt a surge of adrenalin pumping through her. John's hand tightened, causing her to gasp for air. She looked at him nothing but infuriation in her dark brown eyes. He held his grip firm, creating a stale mate. Soon she was suffocating her face turning blue, the area around her neck throbbing. Her heart beating so fast she could hear it in her ears and she was almost positive he could feel it. "Last chance Tosh, apologise." She opened her mouth, tried to convince the words to come out, but they merely formed silently. Her eyes at this point portrayed her alarm, and begged him to loosen just a little. The message didn't get through. With all her resolve she managed to whisper the words.
"I'm sorry." At first she thought he hadn't heard causing her already struggling heart to beat faster. Eventually, however he let go and dropped her to the floor, leaving her a wheezing mess. She couldn't even clutch at her burning throat because of the restraints, and it worried her how much strength it took to manage a sitting position.
"Shall we try that again then Tosh?" He advanced on her in a predatory manner she'd had less than a minute to regain control of her breathing. She was hauled up and pushed against the wall again, within seconds he had entered her, more furiously than before conveying his rage. She suffered in silence, praying for this whole nightmare to be over yet knowing it had only just begun. He finished and pushed her aside like a rag doll. That's all Tosh was to him something to play with, something so insignificant it wouldn't matter about the pain caused to it.
He strolled nonchalantly to the bag, he'd tossed aside earlier, without much rummaging he pulled out a knife. Next thing Toshiko knew he was lying over her randomly slashing at her body. Each wound inflicted caused a squeal of pain all she could see was red, her stomach, face, legs, arms, chest. She knew these were just surface wounds though, a taste of what was to come. These wouldn't scar, just create pain in the here and now. But, John would want lasting wounds mentally and physically.
There was no sympathy in his eyes as he changed from using a weapon to just brute force, slamming her against walls, kicking and punching until every bone in Toshiko's body felt like it was going to snap. Then he left her whimpering on the floor. Snapping the light off and locking the door, confined to just a black box. He rubbed his hands together eagerly, she was just the warm up.