A/N: I know that this chapter is a bit sketchy, especially with the questions her captors ask her, but it will all be explained in the next few chapters. Be patient with me, I've started a new job and a new college course, so I've been pretty busy. I promise to get more chapters done on this story as they come to me, though it shouldn't be hard, I love CSI Miami and writing about it comes natural to me, it just takes a while to get time to write, lol. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the storyline up to this point.
Jessica started to wake up not long after her kidnappers took her into the warehouse, Clavo's role was to abduct her and bring her here. The rest of the plans were to be carried out by the two men that were left at the location. Her head was aching and she felt sick to her stomach, trying to sit up, but finding that her hands and feet were bound by what felt like rope. She opened her eyes but only saw darkness, feeling her stomach lurch, she rolled as much as she could to get to her knees before throwing up.
One of her kidnappers heard her and walked over, chuckling low in his throat, "Looks like the bitch finally woke up." It was a voice she didn't recognize at all, but she didn't say anything at all, intent on keeping her mouth shut. She felt a hand grab her neck and she nearly jumped, but managed to keep from it, the hand tightening around her throat.
Closing her eyes again, she fought to breathe against the hand around her neck, gasping and choking to get air into her lungs. The men laughed as she tried to breathe, taking pleasure in her current state of suffering. One of them leaned close to her face, causing her to try and move back from it, only to have the hand on her throat tighten even more, making her world spin. "So, tell me, C.S.I. Chase, does the Lieutenant make you scream when he does you?"
The mention of Horatio made her tense up, these men knew too much about her past with him, and it was something she didn't like at all. When she didn't supply an answer, the hand left her throat, allowing her to drag air into her lungs, coughing violently as she tried to recover. She wasn't prepared when a fist hit her jaw and knocked her back with force, tasting blood in her mouth from the force of it. "You'll answer when we ask you something, you stupid whore!"
Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them away from behind her blindfold, not even thinking of cooperating with these men. Getting back to her knees, she spit blood from her mouth, but didn't move again other than that. A hand grabbed her hair and jerked her off of whatever she'd been sitting on, dragging her across the floor and over to what sounded like chains. Fear welled up inside her and she closed her eyes, praying that Horatio would come and rescue her soon.
She felt herself being lifted to her feet by her hair, not making a sound as the ropes on her hands were cut and quickly replaced with handcuffs. The sting of metal biting into her wrists made her tense up, they had purposely made the cuffs tight around her wrists to inflict more pain. Her arms were above her head now, leaving her body open to any attack they wanted to exact on her.
"Turn her around, if she won't talk, we'll make her scream instead." One of them said before she felt tension pull at her arms. The second man was pulling the chains to suspend her in the air, the biting of the cuffs only becoming more intense now, breaking skin and making small streams of blood trickle down her arms. She was turned around and then felt her shirt get ripped off of her body, exposing her softly tanned skin.
What she was not prepared for was the loud crack and the sudden pain that flared out across her back, making her gasp in pain. Her captors laughed and struck again, causing more pain this time, tears starting to slip down her cheeks. The whip struck her over and over again, cutting into her soft flesh and leaving deep wounds all over her back and shoulders. Blood flowed freely from the wounds, but she didn't make a sound no matter how badly it hurt.
"Alright, that's enough. Ask her again." For the moment, the whipping stopped and she dragged in a shuddering breath. One of the men leaned close to her ear, "You won't answer our questions, but you'll answer this one. Does Lieutenant Caine make you cum when he takes you? Think before you answer, bitch, or we'll kill him." Her heart nearly stopped at the very thought of losing Horatio, it was a fear that she never wanted to live through.
Jessica swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly being dry from the fear she was feeling right now, "You can't kill him, he's too smart for you punks, he'll kill you first." As soon as the words left her mouth, she almost regretted them, feeling one of them punch her in the stomach. It didn't stop with the first wave of pain, she was hit four more times before the man backed off again. She would be bruised after that, badly if the pain was any indication.
"Go find Caine and shoot him, make him suffer before you kill him." The sound of footsteps leaving the area made her jerk her head up, despite the pain. "No! Stop it, don't kill him! I'll do anything, just don't kill Horatio!" She cried as she closed her eyes, thinking about the man she loved and how much it hurt her to think they would actually kill him. The footsteps stopped and came back toward her, making relief flood over her, for now Horatio was still safe.
A laugh came from beside her left ear and she tensed up at the sound of it, "Now that we understand each other, you'll tell us all about your time with Lieutenant Caine." Her heart ached for him, but all she could do was hold on until he found her, and she knew that he would do that. "I haven't been with Horatio, or any man since he left New York four years ago." Another punch hit her stomach and she coughed violently from the force of it, knowing that at least one rib was broken now.
"When I want to know a timeline, I'll ask for one! Now answer the question!" The man yelled at her before slamming her back up against the wall. Pain radiated from her whole body when she was shoved against the wall, gritting her teeth from it. "Yes, damnit, he makes me cum when he makes love to me!" Jessica cried as more tears cascaded down her cheeks from her pain. "You need to drop him and find someone worth having, who can really make you scream."
Fear and anger battled inside her, and this time the anger won out, "Horatio Caine is the only man who is man enough to make me scream his name in pleasure. You're nothing compared to him, you hear me, nothing!" Pain erupted from her left leg and she heard a sickening pop, her mouth had earned her a broken leg. It was in that moment that she came to realize that this was about more than just Horatio, something was deeper here.
These men wouldn't just inflict pain on her because she knew Horatio, something about this was deeply personal. She didn't know what was going on, or who these men were, but she had to keep them centered on her so that they left Horatio alone. The chain was loosened and one of them caught her before tossing her onto what felt like a bed. "The next time you decide to say something like that, I'll show you just how much of a man I am."
