Jack awoke his feet cuffed to something. He tried to move his hands, but they were restrained behind his back and he felt the tape over his mouth and saw the bandana over his eyes. He was on a cement floor he knew that much and he felt the pain in his head. It felt as if he had drank way to much recently and he had the hangover of all hangovers. He lifted his head towards the noise he heard as if he would be able to see what was happening.

"I see you are awake. Sorry about the way my men treated you, but we were warned about how good you were." The man said looking at the man on the floor. "What did Robert Perrin tell you?" The man asked walking over to Jack and pulling the tape off his mouth.

"Who is Robert Perrin?" Jack answered knowing who it was but not sure who he was to this man.

"The man who visited you today, and followed you yesterday away from his house." The man said loosing his patience with the man on the floor.

"Nothing." Jack said not really wanting to get into the specifics with a complete stranger who just abducted him.

The man kicked him harshly in his open rib cage. He looked at the man on the ground who just grunted when his foot connected. "You aren't going to talk to me are you?" He said smiling at the man who lay on the floor defenseless. "Fine." Jack felt someone grab his tapped feet off the ground and tie a rope around them. He felt himself hoisted off the ground and than he dangled by his ankles upside down.

"I'd let me go before I get really pissed." Jack said coldly.

"Too bad. I need answers to my questions." The man said trying to find something to use. Finding nothing he said, "I got to make a run to the store you just hang here I'll be back soon." He left the room.

Jack wasn't sure how long he was gone, it seemed like awhile and his head was already pounding worse from the blood flowing down to his head. He tried to move himself free, but it was impossible his hands were not going to break the tape, and his feet were secured to tight with the rope. His legs burned from holding most of his weight. He stopped struggling when the door opened.

"To bad you can't see all the great toys I just got." The man said playing with a pair of pliers. "Hold his mouth open." The man said to someone else in the room. Jack felt the hands push into his mouth pulling his jaw open making him gag. He felt the cold metal go inside his mouth and gagged worse. He tried to break way, but couldn't. He felt the pliers tighten around one of his back teeth and his body tensed as the man began to squeeze them tighter and pull on them. Jack held back his scream of pain as the tooth came loose and than out of his mouth. His mouth filled with blood almost chocking him.

The man said, "Now that wasn't too bad. Here wash it down." He grabbed a bottle of gasonline off the table and the other man still had Jack's mouth open. He poured the gas into Jack's mouth and Jack gagged as soon as it touched and than he moved around in pain from the gasoline hitting the open wound in his mouth. He spit it out swallowing a little. The gas burning his mouth.

"Fine we'll leave your mouth alone we do want you to be able to talk. Maybe if we burn you alive it'll work."

Jack felt the gasoline flow from his feet down his body. He felt small beads of it trickle down his back, and the smell entered his nostrils threatening to make him get sick from the taste in his mouth than the smell. He heard the lighter flick open and thought maybe this wasn't worth it. He finally said, "he's my father." Not wanting to be burned alive he had smelt the burned body smell and saw people who were burnt to a crisp come out of the fires. He had even heard about one man who had been burned by a another person and lived to tell about it while Jack was in rehab. He didn't want to feel that.

"Interesting." The man said, "Why hasn't he talked to you before?"

"He left me when I was two. I know nothing about him." Jack said spitting more blood out of his mouth.

"I'm not so sure I believe you."

"I don't know how to prove it to you." Jack said not wanting to get burned alive.

"Good enough. Let him down. Put him in the chair and get the web cam in here. We'll get this all sorted out." The man said looking at Jack noticing some similarities between the retired senator and retired ambassador to Kosovo.

Jack felt himself being lowered and than being picked up. His hands were freed from behind his back, but a gun was pressed firmly against his head. Unable to see he just walked where they led him to. When he was ordered to sit he sat not knowing where he was or who he was dealing with. They wanted something with Robert, and he must know something they don't want anyone knowing, from the questions they were asking him. It hit him just how much he didn't know about the man and how much trouble that might just get him into. He was brought back to reality when he heard men working on hooking stuff up and the familiar sound of Microsoft Windows opening. One of his hands was jerked and placed flat on to the table and held down by a strong wrist.

"Do you have everything ready?" The familiar voiced asked someone.

"Yes sir. We are live."

"Good." The man took Jack's cell phone and made a phone call. The person answered the phone a few seconds later.

"Hello" Robert Perrin said noticing Jack's name on his caller id wondering if Jack had contacted him to talk finally.

"I have something of yours." The voice said over the phone.

"Who?" Play dumb as if you don't know who he is, Robert thought to himself.

"Oh you know how. Log on to your computer. I'll email you a link to a live video feed."

Robert went to his Dell laptop and logged on to his Microsoft outlook express. He got the familiar beep to let him know he had a new message. He opened it and clicked on the url that lead him to a live web broadcast. He saw Jack sitting in a chair with a blindfold over his eyes, and a gun to his head. The camera moved down to show someone holding his wrist to the table. Robert watched as the man on the phone grabbed one of Jack's fingers and started to pull it out. He heard the pop over the phone, and the pained groan come from Jack as the finger popped out of place. He watched as the man pushed the finger in the air and than back as far as it would go until another loud crack filled the air as the bone snapped. Jack screamed in pain this time not being able to stifle it as his dislocated finger was also broken.

Robert said nothing as the man twisted the finger a little more.

"So do you know who we have now?"

"Haven't a clue I never meant him before in my life."

"That's funny because you were at his apartment today. And he was at your house or outside it the other day." The man said coolly into the phone. He moved on to another finger doing the same thing as before and getting the same results.

Robert studied the rest of Jack he seemed to be intact except for the blood that seemed to run down the side of his head, and some out of his mouth. He tried to block out the pained cry that came over the phone after another bone snapped. He heard the man order, "Tape his hands to the chair. It seems pop here doesn't care much about sonny boy so we'll do this quickly."

The men followed their orders and taped Jack's wrist to the arm of the chair. The man who broke two of Jack's fingers walked over and pulled his shirt up over his head. He saw all the scars on Jack's torso and the bruise that was forming where he had kicked him.

Robert saw the same thing and was almost in shock by the scars that riddled his son's torso. He had been through this before. He watched as the man on the phone held a knife in front of the camera and than to Jack's chest sticking it in and then pulling it down the length of his chest not so deep that it would kill Jack, but be painful enough and cause a nice blood flow. He did it a few more times and than let Jack rest. Jack held in the cries of pain the best he could and was now breathing heavily through his mouth gasping for air to help block the pain.

Robert heard the man taunt, "I don't think daddy cares much Jacky boy."

Jack said through clinched to as to now show the pain he was in, "I could have told you that."

The man chuckled at it and moved one of his broken fingers quickly. "I didn't ask though."

Jack's face screwed in pain, but he held the scream in he wasn't going to let them hear him scream. He didn't know how much more he could take of this, and there was nothing he could to do to stop it, so he would just have to go through it the best he could. He tried to use his anger at his father to help fuel him. Anger was a good thing to run on. It did take a lot of energy to hate, but when hate is all you have left that little extra energy is nothing compared to the alternative. Hate wasn't that bad it was the best fuel around it could out last everything, therefore you out lasted everything.

Robert watched and said nothing he was affected seeing this happen to his estranged son, but at the same time it didn't hit home because it was his estranged son, not his real son. He still could hold on to the fact that this was not someone close to him. He knew nothing of the man besides what his file said. He rationalized to himself, he had been through it before that was clear. He turned his thoughts back to the screen to see a man cut Jack free from the chair. Robert thought to himself, 'are they letting him go?'

He saw the man push Jack's face into the desk and Jack's right arm being lifted behind his back. He watched as the arm was pulled so far up Jack's back that any further something was going to snap. He saw on the camera as the man speaking to him put the phone towards Jack's shoulder and shook his head. Robert put his hand over his mouth as he heard the sound of bone snapping over the phone, and the painful scream out of Jack. He gagged almost throwing up at the sound of the bone popping out of place in Jack's shoulder. He didn't know what to say or do.

Jack was unable to stifle this scream. His shouldered screamed in pain and he felt tears come to his eyes from the pain he was in. He was glad he was still blindfolded so they couldn't see the tears. He felt himself yanked off the desk and pushed roughly back into the chair. Before he could react the man sent a knife down through his leg into the chair. Jack screamed this time in pain. He tried to move his right arm and only caused more pain.

A woman was then pushed into the room and she saw the man in the chair and gasped. She didn't know him, but she could tell he was in bad shape, worse than she was use to seeing. She looked at the other men and cried out, "What do you want with me?"

Robert heard her voice over the phone and froze, his blood ran cold, and he knew who it was automatically.

The woman felt the hands tighten on her and she almost screamed as they were squeezing to tight. She saw the man in the chair and watched in horror as someone pulled the knife out of his leg and wiped it off on the mans pant legs.

"So Robert what's the deal now that we have something that is precious to you?" The man asked over the phone.

"If you touch one hair on her head I'll kill you." Robert said into the phone his anger overtaking him.

"One hair you said?" The man walked over to the woman and yanked two hairs out of her head. "That was two. Don't worry we aren't done with Jacky boy just yet. Really got to see how cold hearted you can be."

With that Jack was yanked out of the chair and his hands pulled in front of him. Jack felt his knees give as more pain went through him as his arms were yanked in front of him. The man let him fall to the floor but kept a hold of his hands. He grabbed a rope from one of the other men and tied Jack's wrist together. He handed the rope to someone else who ran the rope through a beam in the ceiling. Jack was hoisted up and he growled in pain as his arm was pulled up and closed his eyes under the blindfold trying to block the pain out of having weight on his dislocated shoulder. He tried to stay still because when he moved it hurt worse.

One of the men repositioned the camera so it was focused on Jack hanging. Blood dripping out of Jacks leg and his chest Robert noticed. He watched as a man approached the view of the camera with a baseball bat. Robert couldn't believe what they were going to do. He watched them strike Jack in the back, he heard the scream over the phone, and than he saw it again. The man moved to the front connecting with Jack's rib cage and Robert was sure there were a few broken bones there. The man stopped when Jack's head lulled forward and his body went slack.

Robert heard the man say, "I think he's passed out?"

"Leave him for now. Well call back Robert. You think about it we'll move on to precious next." The man closed the phone and he watched them cut Jack down and than leave the room. He watched as his daughter rushed over to the unknown man and moved the blindfold back.

Cindy felt for a pulse finding one in his neck. She gently moved him onto his back so she could look at the cuts on his chest and keep his hands in front and pressure off them. She pressed gently on his ribs to see if they were broken and she almost screamed as he jolted awake and growled.

"Sorry." She said looking at the man.

"You got to get out of here." Jack knew who she was. He had watched her leave Roberts house the other day.

"So do you." She said wanting to leave, but she couldn't' live with herself if she let this man behind.

"On the desk there's a knife grab it." Jack croaked feeling that the woman was not going to leave. She must have inherited her mothers genes, Jack thought bitterly to himself.

Cindy ran to the desk found the knife and walked back over.

Robert watched still as his daughter cut Jack's hands free and helped him to his feet. He saw Jack look around the room still holding the rope. He walked over to the desk and bent down. He ran outside to his car knowing they would need someone to pick them up. He called the man back on Jack's phone, "I'll make a deal. I'll give you your money. Where are you?"

The man said, "Don't bring anyone with you or your daughter is dead."

"I know. I'll give you your money. Just tell me where you are so I can pick her and Jack both up." The man gave him the address and warned him again to come alone.

Cindy couldn't believe the man was walking around, limping without falling to the ground in pain. She knew he had been through stuff like this by the scars, but that was a lot of pain for one person to deal with. She watched him tie the rope and than pull it with his left hand. He looked at her and the weakness in his eyes, he said, "I need your help we need to pull this towards the window."

Cindy walked over and too the rope from Jack and pulled it to the window. When she was done she was tired, but she knew what he was going to do. Jack opened the window and threw the rope out. "Go down the rope." Jack said looking from the window to the door knowing they would be back any moment.

"Are you coming?" S he asked looking at him as if he couldn't.

"Yes go." He said harshly he lowered his voice and in a nice tone said, "I'll be right behind you."

She grabbed the rope and pushed herself out the window looking up at him she started to climb down. She was halfway down when he joined her. He heard the men coming and knew he had very little time. With his left hand he lowered himself his broken finger screaming out in pain, but he figured it was worse than his shoulder.

Jack looked up he was about six feet off the ground when he heard the man scream out the window at him. Jack was helpless to do anything when the man took aim and fired. The bullet tore through Jack's shoulder and he felt his hand let go and he fell towards the ground. When he hit everything went black.