Hello fellow Psych FFnetters! Hmm that sounded weird. Anyway, I would just like to apologize for the late update. Lacrosse tryouts were ridiculous. Hopefully now that it's getting to be a set schedule again I can actually update on time. (I seem to be failing at that a lot lately :/

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Warning: This chapter does get a bit graphic, so if you're squeamish... Proceed with caution...

Lassiter tapped his fingers against his leg impatiently, waiting for what to do next. Gus sat in the corner with a controlled look on his face, probably trying not to freak out too much. The whole not being able to do anything was really getting old.

The Chief finally looked up from her computer screen. "I notified all of the police stations in the towns that they could have been brought to by now. He couldn't have gotten far, even if he didn't stop driving they would barely have made it across the state border. I gave them the description of the car along with pictures of Detective O'Hara and Mr. Spencer."

Lassiter let out a labored sigh.

Gus got up out of his seat. "Well, what are we going to do now? Just sit here and wait?" he asked, voicing Lassiter's thoughts. "I can't do nothing knowing that they are probably going through hell right now, or they might not even…" He trailed off, unable to finish.

"Unfortunately that's all we can do." She answered regretfully. "We've already been over the files multiple times, Loremer is missing, and the van hasn't been located. The best thing to do now is go home and try to get some sleep." She rubbed her hand across her forehead. None of them had gotten any sleep for the past two days.

"Come on Guster, I'll drive you home." Lassiter said with a new note of tiredness to his voice that he finally succumbed to.

A bit surprised by Lassiter's unusual gesture, he answered "Sure." He turned to the Chief. "Shouldn't you be getting some sleep too? You've been awake just as long as we have."

The hallway was cold and clammy. The feeling of following willingly, being so uncertain of what's going to happen next, was sickening. All Shawn knew, was that he would do anything to keep Juliet from getting hurt again. He could barely stomach what had already happened, not to mention anything could happen next.

Juliet shivered a little in his arms, and he could feel her hot tears soaking through his shirt. Taking advantage of the fact that Anaconda's back was turned, Shawn bent his head down and kissed her head. She turned her head away from its place against his chest and looked up at him. Her eyes were glassy from the sheen of tears coating them.

Neither one of them could say anything for fear of Anaconda hearing them, but they didn't need to. The look that they shared was enough to communicate what they were feeling. Fear, guilt, uncertainty. She tucked her head back into his chest, willing everything around them to disappear, hoping that when she looked again, they wouldn't be stuck here, probably about to die.

She sound of the door hitting the wall made her jump.

"Get in, hurry up." Anaconda commanded. As soon as Shawn had stepped into the room, Anaconda shut and locked the door.

The knot in Shawn's stomach tightened at the sight of what was surely meant for them. There was a pair of hand cuffs hanging from the ceiling over in the corner, and in the center of the room there was a rusty metal table with nothing on it but leather straps that hung from its sides. Pushed off to the side against a wall, there was another table with various objects on it, and above the table was a rack on the wall adorned with some very sharp looking tools.

Juliet tensed against him, and he pulled her a little closer, trying to reassure her as much as he could, despite how much he was freaking out on the inside.

"Put her down."

Shawn cringed at the cold voice behind him, taking a couple steps and leaning down to set her against the wall as gently as he could. He looked at Juliet, reluctantly standing up and turning to face Anaconda.

"Now Shawn, I'm afraid you won't be so lucky." He took a step toward him, and Juliet watched, horrified, from her spot on the floor.

Shawn instinctively took a step back, hitting the handcuffs that were hanging behind him. The chain links emitted a metallic sound as they clinked against each other.

"Oh you read my mind." He said. "Put your hands out." He reached over to take the handcuffs and put them on Shawn, clearly not afraid to make them too tight. He yanked on another chain, drawing Shawn's hand roughly above his head, and pulling harder, he succeeded in hoisting him off the ground. After securing the chain, he took a step back to admire his work.

He shoved Shawn, making him sway, to see that it would hold.

Shawn hung there, trying to keep himself calm, indifferent.

Anaconda turned and walked over to the table against the wall. While his back was turned, Shawn tried to pull against the chains, seeing if there was any way out of them. Juliet was trying to slowly inch her way toward him against the wall, grimacing in pain as a certain movement aggravated her ankle.

"This should do." Anaconda said, and strode back to Shawn, holding the item behind his back.

He hung there, his stomach in knots waiting to see what was coming next.

"If this guy kills me, there's no way to get Jules out and she'll die too. F***. I'm really starting to hate this guy."

"Alright." He said, revealing the item behind his back. Shawn realized with a nauseous feeling that the item Anaconda held was a small saw with a handle on one end.

"Sh*******t." At this point, there was no sugarcoating it. Shawn was scared. And that was an understatement.

It took Juliet all of her willpower to stay where she was and keep her mouth shut, knowing full well that saying something would only result in worse circumstances than they were in now.

"Ready Shawn?" Anaconda taunted. "Oh! I almost forgot!" He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small knife. He placed it at the collar of Shawn's shirt, and yanked it all the way down, slicing the fabric and leaving his chest exposed.

Juliet, unable to keep herself from at least trying to help any longer, resumed her crawl to try to get closer.

His heart rate accelerated to a dangerous pace.

As Anaconda was about to place the saw against his chest, he didn't know what to do. The only thing that he knew was that it would not be pleasant to have that thing ripping through his skin.

"Wait!" Shawn shouted. But Anaconda didn't listen. He pressed the saw against Shawn's chest, but before he could move it, Juliet yelled "Stop! Please, don't hurt him!"

Without missing a beat, Anaconda shoved Juliet over with his foot, drawing a whimper from her as she hit the ground. She looked up dazedly, and saw that she was directly underneath Shawn.

Before either of them had a chance to say anything, Anaconda had replaced the Saw and this time he began to drag it across Shawn's chest.

The agony was unbearable. Shawn cried out as his flesh was being torn apart, and then he felt the metal scratch against one of his ribs. Blood rushed out of the gashes, and dripped down onto Juliet underneath him.

She coughed and spluttered as droplets fell into her mouth. And even through that she could feel the tears cascading her face. She winced at the irony taste and the hot feel. Her stomach turning, she tried to roll over to sit herself up, but Anaconda kicked her, causing her to curl up, gasping for air.

With one last stroke and another scream of pain from Shawn, Anaconda turned and walked over to put the saw back on the table. He strode back over to them only to drag Juliet back against the wall and chain her up. He turned to them, smiling. "Your reaction was even better than I had hoped for, Shawn!" Then he walked out of the room, locking the door behind him.

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