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Dedication: To many of my friend's that inspire and sometimes push me to write…THANK YOU ALL!
Warnings: This one may be a bit dark at times and some scenes of torture lie ahead…The views of this story are in no way reflected by the author!
No Turning Back
Chapter Ten
Hutch took a step towards Rigsby, placing himself between him and Billy protectively.
"I asked him to wake me up this morning, I didn't want to oversleep." Hutch lied, thinking quickly on his feet.
"Kiles wants to see you Cummings." Montag noted as he eyed the two suspiciously.
Hutch almost didn't recognize the fact that Montag was talking to him, the name sounding so foreign.
Rigsby looked at Billy, "Go fetch us some coffee and sweet rolls, bring them to the office!" Billy just stared up at him, seemingly afraid to move, "Now!" he shouted as the child jumped to and ran out the door slamming it behind him.
Both Montag and Rigsby laughed at his reaction as Hutch joined in, sickened by the way they got their thrills. Rigsby looked back at the tall blond, "Let's get you back to Jason, he misses you." He taunted as the three of them left Hutch's modest room.
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Jason sat behind his desk, leaning back in his high back leather chair. Everything else inside the camp was modest and humble, except for his office that boasted the finer things in life, including the chair and solid oak desk, both of his finely chiseled, muscular legs up in the corner of his hard wood desk. He lay back in the chair, one arm behind his head, as his other hand twirled and rolled a Cuban cigar between his lips and over his tongue.
A knock on the door, three successive raps, followed by two short ones, made Jason drop his jean clad legs to the floor and sit up, leaning with both arms on the desk in front of him, "C'me in." he commanded.
Hutch, Montag and Rigsby entered the room, in that order. Hutch stood to the right side of the desk as the other two filed in behind him.
"So tell me Kent, how do you like what you've seen so far?" Kiles asked as he took a long drag from his cigar.
"Nice little operation you got goin' here, but I'd like to see more of it." Hutch pushed as he took a seat across from the arrogant man.
Kiles let out a roar of laughter, followed by his other two lackeys as they all apparently shared some inside joke.
"Now just slow down there Superman, you got a lot of due paying to do before you get in on the whole operation…" Kiles explained, "…after all, how do we know we can trust you? We really don't know anything 'bout you 'cept you like to kick the shit out of Jews."
"Look," Hutch exclaimed, in his most serious of tones, "I am sick and tired of watching everyone around me get ahead, while I work twice as hard to stay in the same place." He growled, his brow furrowing, deepening the crease between his eyes. "I want nothing more then to watch the likes of my brother-in-law fail miserably. But I'll be damned if I am going to sit back, here among the likes of you, and allow you to make me feel inferior, you seem to mistake the fact that I am one of you, and I won't be treated like one of them!" Hutch's heart began to race, his nerves starting to grow edgy as he worried about pushing the envelope too far.
The three men exchanged appreciative glances as Kiles spoke, "Looks like my boys were right on the mark about you…you're gonna fit in just fine here Kent." Kiles gave his mark of approval before a knock on the door interrupted them again.
"Come in!" Kiles shouted irritated by the interruption.
The door opened and a man entered, his face covered in sweat and he was slightly out of breath. "12687 is ready for conditioning." The man announced as he left, closing the door.
Kiles rose from his seat, "I've got work to do," he explained as he looked at Montag, "Make sure Mr. Cummings here is comfortable, see to it he gets anything he needs." He instructed as he moved towards the door.
"What I'd really like is to come with you and see the rest of the show." He requested, causing Kiles to consider granting his permission.
"Sorry Kent, maybe next time, right now, I have a lot of work to do, besides, I'm still not so sure your ready for this." He stated as he pulled the door opened and left the room, Rigsby following him obediently.
Montag and Hutch were left in the room alone as the tall blond looked around, searching the room, "Listen, you gotta phone I could use…if I don't call in to work, my boss is gonna put out a missing persons on me." Hutch joked as he anxiously awaited an answer.
"Sure, over there…on Kiles desk, but be careful what you say, remember I'm gonna be right here listening to you." Montag warned the blond, making sure that he know he was still not completely trusted.
Hutch stood and rounded the desk, picking up the receiver and dialing the station, hoping Dobey was in his office, only getting one shot at dialing his direct line.
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Kiles entered the room; Starsky had been secured to a wooden chair and placed right in the middle, his hands bound tightly behind him. His face was drawn and weary, the shades of purple and burgundy bruising that began to cover his entire body pleased the sadistic man enough to bring a smile to his face.
"Good work." He commented on his men's handling of the prisoner.
Starsky lifted his heavy head, his muscles screaming at even the slightest of movements, his body crying to rest. He was aware of Jason's presence in the room, but as of yet, could not see him.
"Name!" Jason shouted, his voice dark and ominous.
Starsky struggled for his brain to comprehend and process what was being asked of him, he apparently didn't do it fast enough as he felt a hit to his side, gasping in agony as his already battered body protested the attack.
"I said NAME!!!" Jason yelled again as Starsky's breathing increased, panic starting to set in.
He new the answer, he knew what Jason was asking; he couldn't process it and get it from his brain and out of his mouth.
Another hit from the other side, struck him right beneath his ribs as he felt the contents of his stomach rise and burst out from his mouth, vomiting all over the floor in front of him, coughing as gasping trying to get it all out.
A handful of his hair was grasped as his head was snapped back, Jason's hot breath against his cheek as Starsky swallowed hard, trying to compose himself. "Name." Jason hissed into his ear quietly.
"1…1…26….8…7," Starsky stuttered as his voice grew weak and strained, "Sir…" he gasped as his head was thrown forward, his chin hitting his chest.
"Atta boy…" Jason said approvingly, "You're gonna learn your place here real fast." He stated as he circled Starsky's chair, listening to the brunet groan and struggle to breathe, he knew he was tired, knew he needed food and rest, he also knew that he had intended neither for the curly haired Jew.
"Now listen up, from here on out…I am either Master or Sir, you will not look me in the eyes no matter what, you will keep your head down, looking at your own repulsive body, under no circumstances are you to look at anyone else, you have no rights, no respect, no worth here. You will be stripped of everything you ever were, inside and out…only here, will you learn your true place in this world, your true lot in life. Some people were meant to lead, others to serve…do you know which one you are, 12687?" Jason approached Starsky from the front, bending in half, his face level to Starsky's as the detective avoid any eye contact, focusing on his own bare, bruised knee as it shook uncontrollably.
"Sssserve." Starsky answered, his lip quivering, his mind wandering to his partner. Where was Hutch? Didn't he know how much he needed him? Didn't he know what they were making him do? Was he okay, maybe he was hurt too…? Starsky felt a back hand to the side of his head.
"You stupid fuck! You forgot to say Sir!" Jason screamed, the sting of his knuckles throbbing against Starsky's cheek.
"Sir….!" Starsky shouted quickly and obediently, "I…I'm sorry, Sir!" His voice was shaking as he choked on every word.
The room swam as Starsky fought to remain conscious, he struggled to listen and follow the directions he was being given.
"Now, I want you to repeat after me…" Jason sat on the edge of a table, that was just out of Starsky's reach.
Starsky's head remained bent, his chin on his chest, his eyes focused as much as possible on the ground beneath his feet, he listened intently, knowing that whatever Jason instructed him to do or say, he was going to have to go along with it if he was going to survive this, he had to make it through this and get out of his current predicament, he had to find Hutch and make sure he was okay.
"I am here to serve…" Jason orated.
"I…I'm here t…to serve…" Starsky repeated thinking to himself that it wasn't so bad, it sure was easier then getting beaten.
"I am paying for the sins of my fathers, of my brothers…"
"I am paying…for the sins…of my fathers…and brothers…"
Jason rose and walked towards the brunet as Starsky began to shake in fear and anticipation of what was to come.
"I am nothing…" Jason said in a low hiss.
"I…am nothing." Starsky's voice quaked.
"I am a Jew…"
Starsky swallowed hard, fighting back the urge to fight and scream…a part of him feeling so alone and broken, he was afraid. Afraid he would never see his blond partner again…
"I am a Jew…"
The commotion in the room stirred Starsky's senses as he saw many feet scurrying about, and things happening in the room, just when he felt like he would make it through this session, he felt his body being touched and felt, before he knew it, he felt the sharp sting of something slicing into his back, several times, across his shoulders…he screamed out, unable to stop the reaction from the surges of pain that shot across his back, and shoulders, he felt his neck and jaw being grabbed by several strong hands as he spat and fought against them…Suddenly the room began to fade, and the blanket of darkness consumed him once again.
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Hutch clutched the phone, cupping the mouthpiece in his right palm, away from Montag as he waited for Dobey, or someone to pick up.
He was relieved and frightened at the same time when he heard the rotund man's voice bellow from the other end, "Dobey, what is it?" The voice growled.
"Ca…er, Harold, is me, Kent…Kent Cummings." Hutch prayed that his Captain recognized his voice.
"Who?
Hutch's heart sank, "Listen, I just wanted to tell you, I'm not coming in." He continued with high anticipations.
"Hutchinson, is that you?"
The tall blond sighed in relief. "That's right, you heard me and I don't think I'll be back either!" he fumed.
"What the Sam hell are you talking about? And where in the hell are you?"
"Let's just say that I was getting tired of they way I've been treated in that department, and I want out!" Hutch spat.
"Listen Hutchinson, I don't know who you think you are, but if you and your partner don't get your sorry behind…"
"I don't think you heard me right, there is no way I'm coming back to that place, you got me?"
Dobey's voice became soft and concerned, "Listen son, are you in some kind of trouble?"
"That's exactly what I said!" Hutch answered, thrilled that Dobey caught on.
"Is Starsky with you?"
"Yes, yes it's true. I want outta there." Hutch finished as he noted Montag pacing and eyeing him nervously.
"Where are you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about Harold!" Hutch looked over at Montag, "Look, I got to be going now, I just wanted you know not to be expecting me anytime soon."
"Hutch, we'll find you…I promise!" Dobey blurted out.
"See to it that you do!" The blond said angrily as he slammed the phone down into its cradle, looking back up at Montag as the door flew open and a terrified Billy ran into the room.
To Be Continued…