Chapter Two

Red John kicked Lisbon onto her side so that she was facing him and then leaning down close to her face he whispered "wake up sweetheart" as if he were her loving husband or father. Jane only wondered what he has said to his wife or to his daughter before he had slashed them and left them to bleed out. Jane's heart leapt into his throat and he was compelled to writhe and struggle to break free and protect Lisbon from impending torture, but he could not move. The choke in his mouth restricted his breathing and he swallowed repeatedly trying to accommodate it.

As Lisbon slowly woke, Red John watched the terror in Jane's eyes and his desperate attempts to free himself, which in all reality were in vain. He stroked her face with his hand and angled her body so that Jane could see what he was doing. "Don't worry," he said to her kindly and he shushed her like a baby. He ran his fingers down her neck and then slowly down into her cleavage, stroking the skin and then tenderly running them across one of her breasts. Lisbon's body tensed and she thrashed until she composed her self enough to endure his touch. Jane wanted to turn away but felt as though he would be abandoning Lisbon to do so. As he cast his eyes up to the ceiling, Red John strode heavily across the room and, not saying anything, grasped him by the hair and focused his attention on Lisbon as she lay wide eyed and without recourse on the floor, vulnerable to her captor.

Using his foot, Red John kicked her once more onto her back so that her bound hands were beneath her body and grabbing a knife from the table he stepped toward her. Lisbon opened her mouth to scream but Red John grabbed her by the hair and then, holding the knife to her throat he applied a rag to her mouth containing some form of sedative. Pushing her onto her back once more, he ran the blade down the entire length of her torso slicing through clothing. As Lisbon became drowsy she lost muscle tension and was unable to fight back. Red John dragged her into the dim light before Jane, severed the rope binding her legs and spread them allowing them to fall lifelessly to the sides. Lisbon was awake but so woozy that she was unable to fight back.

Rage brimming inside him, Jane struggled to break free but again, the choke in his mouth prevented him from calling out, swallowing or breathing and his arm and ankle bindings became increasingly restrictive as he struggled. The bindings shrunk around his limbs and he became more and more frantic thinking about his wife, thinking that Red John had violated her as he was now violating Lisbon, thinking that he had caused this, that he had protected neither his wife nor his child and he was unable to help Lisbon now.

Red John knelt between her outstretched legs and ran his palms back and forth across her thighs. He paused at her groin lingering in the warmth of the creases where her legs joined her body, before moving them slowly to her abdomen and then to her breasts and across her face. Lisbon gasped as he rested his hands on her upper thighs and then once again he grasped her pelvis and possessively hauled her toward him. "No" she moaned as he pulled her clothing from her and pushed two fingers into her. With the other hand, he continued to hold tight to her pelvis. Slowly he moved in and out intending to pleasure her provoking intense revoltion, not only at him, but also at herself for gaining sexual gratification at the hands of her tormentor. Lisbon, still too groggy to fight, moaned in anguish. Slowly her head rolled back and forth uncontrollably on the dirt floor. Not allowing her to release, he removed his fingers and her hips fell to the ground in frustration.

As the sedative wore off, Lisbon attempted to turn herself over, to climb up onto her knees. Red John strode aggressively across the room, grabbed his knife and kicked her, once again, onto her side. Placing the blade at her neck with one hand, he undid the zipper to his pants and without dropping them shoved himself inside her. She gasped and struggled momentarily but as the knife cut into her neck she submitted to him. He didn't move, rather he stayed half on top silently invading her. It was worse than if he had violently raped her. The unmoving mass enveloping her was far more mortifying than mere sexual assault. It was an expression of dominance with no other function and it dug a pit of devastation in her bowels. For a long time he did not move, rather, he bore down placing his full weight upon her, pressing further and further into her.

Tears streamed down Jane's face and into his open mouth. He struggled so hard that his mouth was bleeding from both sides and his wrist and ankle bindings cut deep into his flesh. As he struggled Red John rose in time with Jane's aggressive outbursts. When Jane would thrash in anger, Red John thrust violently and aggressively into Lisbon, pushing her up against the earthen wall causing her to cry out in pain. Her arms were still bound behind her and she struggled, as if she were drowning, to gain some form of traction. Slowly she came to climax; her mouth gasped for air and she convulsed. Red John thrust violently in and out of her repetitively until Jane stopped moving. Hanging his head in defeat, Jane slumped down. His body drained of energy he hung there, his head still duct taped to the board above him forcing him to watch as he raped her. Eventually when Jane ceased responding Red John covered her mouth with sedative once again and left them encaged in the dark while he receded up their stairs.