Disclaimer: don't own
Notes: Flashbacks and memories in italics. Dreams in underline.
Warnings: graphic torture, rape etc
George closed his eyes. He should have seen it coming. Of course it made perfect sense seeing as he had spent his entire life trying to help people, cure people with mental diseases; now he found himself kidnapped, beaten, tortured, and raped by a group of sexual sadists. No good deed goes unpunished, right? It made sense in the worst way, being attacked by the kind of people he once treated.
He had been badly beaten; raped multiple times, he was dehydrated and he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten. There was a crack in the wall that let in a hint of sunlight: if that was any indicator, it would mean he'd last eaten three days ago, and he'd been here for two weeks. Two weeks he had been waiting for the detectives he worked with, hanging on to the hope that they would rescue him.
He remembered when he was captured.
"The people you're looking for are the perfect examples of sadists," he'd told them. "They adore the idea of others being in pain, and they torture their victims before killing and dumping them. It is quite possible that they tortured them into insanity and made the victims beg before they killed them."
Elliot Stabler shook his head sadly. "So how do we catch these guys, doc?"
"In addition to being sadists, they're narcissists. Give them media coverage; play up what a difficult time we're having with them."
The detective nodded and went back to work. George, having received a call from Bellevue that a patient needed him, left.
It was dark outside, and he shivered at the chill from the air. He walked towards the subway, trying to hurry.
Suddenly he a man who'd been near him pointed a gun against George's head.
"Move and you're dead."
He was forced into a van, he was stripped and held in place while the men- he guessed there were 5 including the one driving- took turns raping him. It had been agonizing, and they had laughed at him cries of pain.
The van stopped and he looked around hopefully, thinking of running, but it was hopeless. One of them held a cloth to his face and he tried not to inhale but it was a hopeless struggle. His vision went black.
He shivered violently. He was on the floor, naked, and the room had no kind of heating. Yet another thing to add to his list of ways he could be killed in the next few days. He'd made a list, at first trying to figure out what he had to do to survive, but now… now he wasn't sure why. He shifted slightly, but regretted it the instant the agonizing pain went through his body. Tears streamed down his face. "If they don't find me soon, I'm going to lose it," he thought desperately.