Caution: Fasten your seatbelts, the story's about to get a little dark for the time being. If you're offended by depictions of sexual assault then this chapter may not be for you. You've been warned, so no complaining if you choose to read anyway. Aside from that, as always, reviews are welcome and much appreciated. Thanks for reading.
"What are we doing with this bitch?" one of the Eden security officers asked from the backseat of the SUV, as he and his counterpart in the seat next to him removed their gas masks.
"We have our orders. We're bringing her in for questioning," the other man replied, both of them referring to the prisoner tied up in the cargo space directly behind them.
Sarah laid bound and gagged, still reeling from the tear gas.
"And what if she doesn't wanna talk?"
"Remember that new shit they told us about that's supposed to scare the piss out of somebody?"
"The drug chems division's been working on that brings out all your subconscious fears or whatever?"
The men spoke too low for Sarah to make out much of what they were saying, not that it would've been easy even if they had been shouting as she struggled to regain control of her senses.
"Yeah. We got some waiting back at the warehouse. Technically we're not even supposed to know about it, but when the bosses got word from Issac that we were about to get burglarized I guess they figured it might be a good opportunity to test it out."
"Now I guess it makes sense they wanted us to take one of them alive."
"Yeah, they're probably not gonna be happy the other guy got away, but at least we'll get to watch this one squeal if this stuff really works."
"That should be interesting. Hear that, bitch?" the man asked, speaking loud enough this time for Sarah to hear. "We're gonna have some fun with you."
The driver remained silent, but adjusted his rear view mirror to take a quick look at Sarah as he smiled ominously.
...
It was just after midnight that Derek made it back to his truck that he and Sarah had driven there in. He'd hung up with John after assuring him that he was going to be fine. As for Sarah, as much as he hated to admit it, Derek knew the only real chance they had at getting her back was Cameron. He could only hope the cyborg would reach her in time before they did God knows what with her. Having been informed by John that Cameron had already departed, he dialed her cell number. He held the phone to his ear with his shoulder as it rang while he fumbled for the first aid kit under the driver's seat of the truck.
"Hello?" Cameron answered.
"John said you were on your way."
"I'm on my way to rescue Sarah. Thanks for letting her get kidnapped."
"Right, so you gonna come out here and make one of these guys talk or what?" Derek growled, but doing his best to ignore the jab. He had bigger concerns at the moment.
"No. I'm already tracking Sarah's current location."
"How the hell are you doing that?"
"I planted a beacon in her right shoe last night, you have one in yours too."
"What? Why didn't you tell us you did that?!" Derek asked as he reflexively looked down at his boot.
"I did it in the event of these or similar circumstances. Informing you and Sarah about it wasn't necessary since neither of you are allowing me to adequately participate in the mission," she scolded. "John's orders were to..."
"Alright, alright! Now's not the time for a fucking lecture, just... get Sarah back in one piece, ok?! And call me or John when you do."
"I will. Do you require medical attention?"
"No, I think the bleeding's already stopped, I'll get it cleaned up and have John help me with the stitches when I get back." Derek replied as he popped open the medical kit and reached for the gauze.
"Goodbye," was all Cameron responded with just before she hung up.
...
Sarah, still bound and gagged, squinted under the bright flourescent lights of the small warehouse as the three men forcefully dragged her to a desk chair in the middle of the room. Two of the men held her down as a third tied another rope around her waist to secure her to the chair.
Satisfied she wasn't going anywhere, one of the men knelt down and undid the gag from Sarah's mouth. Her eyes had finally stopped burning from the gas, but she had to blink a few times to clear her vision and let her pupils adjust to the lighting enough to get a good look at the man's face. He appared to be late-40s to early-50s age-wise, and the other two were probably 40 at the oldest.
"Name's Frank. This is Joe and Tom," the man said, introducing the three of them while faking a smile that Sarah easily saw right through. "What's yours?"
"Eat shit," she hissed. Based on their apparent ages and the fact that Frank had been the one to initiate convseration with her, Sarah assumed he was the one in charge here.
Irritated by her response, Frank whipped out his pistol from the holster around his waist and pointed it at Sarah's head.
"Let's try this. If you simply tell us why you decided to break into our facility, and where we can find that friend of yours who got away, I'll spare you the pain and misery of having to... extract information from you by force," Frank explained as he grinned sadistically.
"Why? To stop you from blowing up the fucking world," Sarah answered.
Frank couldn't help but laugh. He assumed the woman was either insane or trying to give answers that made no sense. He pointed the gun away from Sarah as he turned to the other two men who began to chuckle as well. "And what makes you think we want to do that?"
Sarah smirked. "Do you even know what your company does or are you just a bunch of meathead thugs? Who the hell's in charge of your organization?"
Angered, Frank backhanded Sarah across the face.
"You're not the one asking questions here!" he shouted as Sarah tensed from the stinging in her cheek.
"Search her," he commanded the other two. They'd already confiscated Sarah's weapons back at the Eden facility, but Frank wanted to be sure they hadn't missed anything else that might give them an idea about the woman's intentions. They searched the pockets of her cargo pants and found her pair of miniature binoculars and the flash drive that contained John's virus.
Tom handed the two items over to Frank, who looked over the flash drive briefly.
"What's on here?" Frank demanded.
"Just a few Red Hot Chili Peppers albums. My friend is a big fan, you know, the one you let escape," Sarah answered defiantly.
Frank's patience was wearing thin. "Enough games. What do you know about Issac?"
Sarah's brow furrowed. She seemed to recall something about an Issac from the documents on Brad Curtis' laptop, but couldn't remember details.
"The bartender from the Love Boat?" she asked, playing dumb.
Frank smirked. "Fine. You think this is a joke? Have it your way. Hang on to these for now," he instructed, handing the drive along with the binoculars off to Joe, "We'll get the drive analyzed later."
Joe stuffed the items into his pockets for the time being.
"Get the drug," Frank then instructed Tom.
"Heh. Sodium Pentothal?" Sarah asked smugly.
"Oh no, this is something much worse," Frank said, his sadistic grin returning. "You sure you don't want to tell us who you are or who you're working with?"
"I've got nothing left to say to you."
Frank turned and shouted to Tom, who'd stepped into an adjacent room, "Get the laptop set up to record. This will technically be the first human trial. They'll want to see this."
Tom reappeared a minute later with a briefcase and a laptop. He set the laptop down on a table a few feet away from Sarah and activated the webcam. He then opened the briefcase to reveal three syringes full of a brownish yellow liquid.
Sarah watched nervously as Frank retrieved one of the syringes, flicked it and pressed down until a few drops of the drug squirted out.
Frank then forcefully grabbed Sarah's arm as she squrimed in the chair and injected the drug.
"Let's see what this stuff really does," Joe said, watching intently for the woman's reaction.
"Now the fun begins," Frank said in a tone that sent a chill down Sarah's spine.
It was only a minute or two later that Sarah suddenly became overcome with feelings of anxiety that rippled through her body in what felt like waves.
"What do you think, boys?" Frank asked the other two men as he noticed the woman beginning to react to the drug. "Wanna have some fun with our new little whore?"
Tom and Joe laughed as Frank stepped in to untie Sarah from the chair. Feeling inexplicably terrified, Sarah attempted to run, but her legs still being bound, only caused herself to collapse to the cement floor.
"Going somewhere?" Joe taunted her.
Sarah writhed on the floor for a moment before she realized the fearful sensations must be the effect of the drug. She closed her eyes tightly shut but it didn't seem to help. Thoughts of nuclear fire, John's death, and cancer echoed in her head like the soundtrack from a bad horror movie was stuck on repeat and someone had cranked the volume up to 11.
"So you ready to talk?" Frank asked before kicking her in the ribs.
Sarah groaned but said nothing.
"Well it doesn't matter now anyway. I'm not interested in hearing from you anymore. I think we'll just entertain ourselves a little before we dispose of you. Make yourselves useful and restrain her." Frank commanded the other two.
The other two men grabbed Sarah's arms and legs and held her to the floor. Sarah began to tremble, the fear from the situation augmented tenfold from the drug.
"Let's see what we're really dealing with here," Frank announced as he positioned himself above Sarah's head, kneeling down and reaching for the edge of her black shirt.
Sarah reflexively headbutted him, causing him to fall backward.
"Augh! You fucking bitch!" Frank shouted, rubbing his throbbing forehead.
He smacked Sarah hard on the cheek again before more forcibly and quickly grabbing her shirt and pulling it up and over her head. The long sleeves got caught on the ropes binding Sarah's arms, preventing it from coming all the way off, but still leaving her torso exposed.
"Well I can't say that's the most impressive rack I've ever seen," Joe remarked as he continued to hold Sarah's legs down against the floor.
"Don't mind if I do then," Frank announced, pulling out a knife from a holster around his waist and cutting Sarah's bra straps.
"You motherfuckers!" Sarah hissed as she squirmed in vain, still extra terrified from the drug, as if the situation wasn't bad enough.
Frank tossed Sarah's torn bra aside and began groping her bare breasts.
"Don't look so disappointed," he said to his cohorts. "You'll both get a turn after I'm finished. Now let's get the rest of her clothes off!"
Joe held Sarah by her ankles while Tom held her arms above her head. Frank then slid down to undo her belt before sliding her pants down to just above the rope binding her legs.
Sarah began to hyperventilate, shivering as the villainous Frank leaned over her, taunting his prey.
"Hey boss," Tom interjected, noticing the large beads of sweat on the woman's forehead, and her face becoming very red in addition to the rest of her body's reactions. "I think she's really starting to freak out from that shit, what if we give her a heart attack or something? I thought we were supposed to be interrogating her?"
"You heard her. She won't talk. Besides, if she still doesn't want to after this I don't think anything will work. They'll just make us kill her anyway. You need to learn how to take advantage of a situation," Frank replied before grabbing Sarah's panties and sliding them down.
"Well at least she shaves," Joe commented with a twisted smile on his face. "You sure you wanna be recording this though?"
"Why not?" Frank replied. "You know the sick bastards we work for. They'll probably get off on this shit. Besides, I think they'll be pleased to know their new concoction seems to work just fine. She looks freaked out enough to me! Although... not the messiest form of torture, but I can fix that."
"Don't, please just don't..." Sarah begged.
"And now gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for!" Frank announced gleefully, ignoring the tortured woman's plea.
Frank smirked again as he began to undo his own belt before a shrill tone begun to emanate from the laptop on the table. The three men turned their heads to notice the words INTRUDER ALERT displayed on the screen in a large font.
"What's going on?" Joe asked.
"Issac's trying to warn us. Go check outside real quick, both of you. I'll keep an eye on her," Frank commanded just before a loud bang suddenly erupted.
The three men turned their heads to notice a fresh dent, facing inward, had appeared in the side door of the warehouse. Two more bangs echoed before the door suddenly burst off the hinges and what looked to be a petite teenage girl with long brown hair stood in its place only a few feet from the rest of them.
"Hey baby, you come to join the party?" Frank asked the newcomer.
"Bring her over here!" he shouted to Joe and Tom. They released Sarah and had begun moving in to subdue Cameron, but before they'd even gotten their weapons out of their holsters, Cameron, having seen Sarah and the condition she was in, drew her own pistol so blindingly fast, neither of them probably even saw the shots coming. Cameron's targeting system, aiming for maximum lethality, pulled off the two headshots in just 0.4 seconds.
"Shit!" Frank exclaimed as his two counterparts' limp bodies collapsed to the ground. Being too close to Sarah for Cameron to safely take him out, he quickly grabbed the woman, pulling her to her feet and making sure he'd continue to have this advantage. Holding Sarah in front of him as a human shield, he aimed his gun at Cameron and warned her, "That's enough! Don't come any closer!"
Ignoring him, Cameron quickly moved forward, taking two shots in the chest, but remaining unfazed.
Even in her desperate state, Sarah's instincts kicked in and, taking advantage of Frank's surprise at Cameron being unharmed by the bullets, bit into his arm, causing him to cry out in pain and release her. Sarah fell back onto the floor, and Cameron immediately shot Frank in the leg. The man stumbled forward, stunned long enough for Cameron to move in and and grab his gun.
Tossing the weapon aside, the terminator grabbed him by the neck, causing him to grasp Cameron's arm as he struggled for air. Cameron looked down at Sarah, most of her body still exposed. Seemingly angry, she'd specifically targeted Frank in a place that wouldn't kill him, at least not immediately, hoping to do that with her bare hands.
"How come I c-couldn't hurt you? Oh God..." he gasped. "The angel of death... What have I done?"
The cyborg squeezed tighter as she turned her gaze back on Frank, crushing his windpipe and eventually snapping his neck before his lifeless body crashed to the floor to join his other two deceased comrades.
"Sarah..." Cameron called out as she immediately knelt down to examine the devastated woman. "Are you ok?"
"Tin Miss..." Sarah whispered, her vision a little blurry from tears but still able to make out the face of the one who'd come to her rescue. Knowing she was much safer now, the drug-amplified terror began to recede somewhat.
"Let's get your clothes back on," Cameron said as she moved in to aid Sarah in doing so.