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When the guy had Rachel at his home he asked...

"Are you hungry child?"

"Yes. I'm starving. You have a beautiful home. Why are you interested in helping me?" Rachel asked.

"Eat first child. Then we will talk." Placing the food on the table Rachel reached for it and swallowed it down. "Chew my child. It's not going anywhere." he said.

Slowly down, Rachel reached for the glass of milk. Drinking it down, she helped herself to a slice of the chocolate cake. Once she had had her fill, she wiped her mouth and said...

"So why are you interested in helping me?" Rachel asked for a second time.

"Peter is my son. My name is Michael Gerald. I was married to his mother before I killed her. This is a very long story. Let me start at the begining. I met Peters mother at an singles bar. It was suppose to be a simple one night stand, but I ended up falling for her more then I thought was possible. On the side she was seeing my partner named Peters behind my back. Later... after I found out about it, she told me the child she was carrying wasn't mine. But you see... I wasn't stupid. I watched and counted the days. On the day she was in labor I paid the OBGYN to do a blood test on the child. When the test came back positive, I knew she had lied to me, leaving me no choice but to kill her...

You see with her out of the way, I figured I could get my hands on my son and sell him to a couple for 750,000 dollars. I had it all planned out, but then that damn partner of mine, came in and snatched the boy before I had a chance to take him. Putting him in foster care, I knew there was no way I'd ever get him out of there, On that day I lost everything, and the couple demanded their prepayment back. This left me with nothing. I've never forgiven Peters for that, or that little spawn."

"Why not just kidnap him? Peter was set to a home that was worse then mine. He was sexually abused every night by a drunk foster father, while the foster mother watched. He was beaten and everything. So Peter has had nothing, he would have went with you just to get away," said Rachel.

"Why would I do that? He was too old by then. No young parents are going to want a child. They all want babies. So I kept an eye on my son, watching, waiting to see why Peters was always so interested in him. A few years later I found out why. Peters used my son to hide something for him. You see... Peter wears a tattoo on his back. He was taken to a tattoo parlor by a friend my partner had hired, luring the kid to believe that it was cool, and would help him get into a gang."

"Oh god... the Lowgraders. I remember that gang. Peter and I hung out with them everynight. This cop owned them too?" asked Rachel.

"We did, as I said Peters, myself, and another cop were corrupt for years. Anyway... He had the guy design a picture of a map. A map that leads to five million dollars in drug money and drugs. You see... we all took money and dope from drug dealers in exchange for us to turn a blind eye. We had this little operation going for three years. Then one night the money and drugs disappeared, leaving us three officers involved in the scam, to blame each other. While Peters watched, he allowed the two of us, to off each other. But Peters made one fatal mistake. He forgot to make sure we were both dead. Anyway... he hid the money and layed low for a while. Keeping his nose clean, waiting for the right time to dig it up. For fifteen years I've been watching Peters, the last five while he was in jail. I had plans to bring them both here and kill them, but you ruined that for me by shooting Peters. So now... now you owe me."

" Wow, that's some story. But I can't help you, I'm not a killer." said Rachel.

"You are a very smart girl, aren't you?"

"I've been told that I am." she said as she reached for another slice of cake. Slamming her fingers on the table, she screamed.

"Number one... you don't tell me no. Number two... you now work for me whether you like it or not. You will torture two people for me before you can have Peter, understand?"

"Just who the hell do I have too torture?" she asked with tears as he continued to grind her fingers into the table.

"Two detectives. Danny Messer, Donald Flack. If not for them I would have had Peter five years ago, while Officer Peters served his time. Instead they had to get involved and take Peter under their wing not even realizing my partner was corrupt all along, leaving me with nothing. Now I want that money, and nothing is going to stop me."

Releasing her fingers she pulled them close to her chest.

"Now I will ask you once more. Do we have a deal?"

"Oowwwww..." she cried out. "But I don't know how you expect me to get those detectives here."

"That's the easy part. You will lure Messer first. You will give him a story that your boyfriend sliced up your face and you need his help arresting him. Knowing Messer like I do from watching him over the years. He'll call Don to meet him here for back-up. "

"They know who I am. I can't even go out on the street, I'm wanted, remember?" said Rachel.

"Trust me Rachel. By the time I'm done redecorating your face. No one will recognize you. For everyone will be to sickened to even look at you."

"You're fuckin' crazy. No fuckin' way are you cutting up my face." Trying to get up from the table she felt the dizziness hit her before the world went black.

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When Rachel woke later that night, she noticed she was strapped to a bed. Freaking at the thought of being raped again, she screamed. Hearing the door open, she watched as he neared her side.

"Stop that screaming Rachel, I'm not going to rape you. I have no interest in you for that."

"My face, need to feel my face." she cried.

"Your face is fine, Rachel. I haven't sliced you yet. It's too soon child. We have too wait till Don is better. Afterall... he can't be running after Danny with sutures now, can he? It's better to have him healed first. That way when you torture him, you can poke at his wound. That should be fun for you, watching him grip and scream as you dig the knife in deep."

"But that's not me. I didn't mean to shoot that detective. I only wanted my revenge on Peter. Everything went wrong though. I can't kill or torture them, I'm sorry." Rachel cried.

"We can do this one of two ways. Either you do as you're told and help me, or I send you back to your god awful facility." he said.

Turning her head away, Rachel realized she no choice.

"Good girl, I thought you'd see it that way. Now I'm going to unstrap you, you will have freedom to move around this room. The shackles stay on. I'll leave you lots of non parishable food and snacks, okay? I'll be back in a couple days. I have a few things to get ready for our guests.

Watching him leave out the door, Rachel realized she had exactly 48hrs to escape, before she would be scared for life.

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After his shift, Danny stopped by to check on Peter. Finding him studing for his final, Danny headed home to see Donnie. He had been in his thoughts since this afternoon, leaving Danny with a taste for more. Unlocking the door, he noticed how quiet the apartment was. Taking off his shoes, he walked into the bedroom and found Don sound asleep on his back.

Admiring his muscled body, Danny felt his shaft constrict against his jeans. Never had he had an urge this bad to love someone. Never did he concider himself or Don to be more then friends. Though now they had crossed that line, Danny knew they would fill each others lives with love. Nearing the bed Danny ran his fingers down Don's chest, watching as his flesh surfaced for more.

Climbing between his legs, Danny layed his head on Don's stomach, feeling his deep even breathing as his lover slept. Wondering if he was daring enough to attempt what he was about to do. Inhaling deep, he lower his hands, reaching for Don's shaft through his boxers opening. Storking him with his fingers, Danny watched as Don's shaft grew in length, thickening with his sperm, as Danny continued to stroke.

Seeing Don move his head to the side, followed by a small moan, Danny slipped his shaft free and slid his tongue deep down the length from head to sacs. Slowly waking, Don seen what Danny was doing.

"Danno... oh christ. Damn Danno... hell that's hot." as Don bucked up to meet his mouth, letting Danny know without words to take him deep. Sliding his lips down his shaft, Danny felt the a small gag reflex surface. But after a few more strokes, Danny went wild on Don. No longer gentle as he held him to the back of his throat and suckled. Bringing his hands into play, Danny gripped his sacs as his one finger slid into Don's anal area. Lost now in his friends passionate strokes, licks, pets, Don exploded his orgasm deep into Danny's mouth with a " Oh Christ..."

Swallowing his orgasm, Danny sensually removed his lips, looking into Don's eyes, Danny could see his passion shinning through his soul. Pointing his finger, Don motioned for Danny to come to his arms. Moving himself up upon him, Don turned them with care, being careful not to pull his sutures.

"My turn to taste and touch you like you did to me. So if I do something wrong, or if I tend to bite, forgive me, man, as this is my first experience with a man too."

Lowering himself down Danny's chest, Don licked long, deep strokes across his tight abs, till he reached the head of his shaft. Never had Don felt anything so exciting as another mans shaft, God it made him hard again, just knowing what Danny was about to feel. Taking the tip of his tongue, Don touched it to the head of Danny's shaft, watching as his body bucked from their bed.

"Easy Danno, grip the pillows, it helps." said Don before wrapping his lips around Danny's thick long shaft and taking him deep. as he became lost in the flavour and taste of his lover.

"Donnie... I'm gonna release man. Damn Donnie... oh God, yeah..." as his orgasm filled his partners mouth. Feeling the warmth, Don swallowed before giving Danny one last stroke before releasing his shaft. Carefully making his way back up, he pulled Danny back into his chest. Stroking his fingers up and down his arm, Danny said...

"Did you ever imagine it would be this good, Donnie?"

"No way Danno. But I can say this much. Making love to you, is going to the greatest experience of both our lives."

With silence now filling their bedroom, Danny felt the tiredness of the long day take him. As his eyes closed, he whispered...

"Love ya Donnie."

tbc...

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