A/N- Hello again readers! I'm slacking on posting chapters. I know. Sorry. I will try to kick my butt into gear and get at least one a week out until it's all finished. Now this chapter is pretty ugly and intense and graphic, I am forewarning you. It will be another glimpse of the hell Greg went through. Plus Nick gets to talk to Brad finally after he knows what happened. Please review!
Greg and Nick were watching a movie while waiting on Greg's parents to get back with something to eat. Nick's phone rang. He saw it was Brass and got up to answer it out of ear shot of Greg. He knew it probably had something to do with Brad Jamison being brought in for questioning.
"Hey Nick. How's Greg doing?" Jim asked him right away.
"He's been better but I think with a lot of attention and love he'll be okay. Do you have any news on Brad Jamison?" He asked eagerly.
"That's why I am calling you. We are going to question him soon but I think before we do, you need to ask Greg why he exactly thinks he's one of the men who tortured him. He's already lawyered up so we need as much as we can get on him to hold him. He's going to deny everything, I have a feeling but if there is any insight Greg can provide, something we don't know about, it would help greatly."
"I'll talk to him and then I am coming down. I want to be there to see this guy try to get out of this," Nick said determinedly.
"Just as long as you know once you lose your cool, you are out of there. I'll make sure we hold off until you get here."
After hanging up with Brass, Nick walked back into the living room. Greg looked up at him. "Who was that?"
Nick sat down next to him before answering. "It was Jim and he's going to be bringing in Brad Jamison for questioning but he asked me to talk to you about him. You need to tell me everything you know about him…why you think he is the unknown man who raped you."
Greg winced hearing that term again and then sighed heavily, knowing he was going to have to talk about his interactions with Brad sooner or later. "I knew from the first moment I saw him in his house I felt uneasy around him. At first I couldn't place it. It wasn't until we went back to his home and he showed us his chest of S&M things. Remember how I got sick and you took me home?" He paused while Nick nodded. "That was the first night I went to Vegas Underground. I figured that was where he was going when he said he was going out for some action. I dug out those items you found and wore them. I wore the mask, hoping he would not recognize me but he did. I was just going to observe him but then he spotted me and approached me. He said either I come up on stage and be a Dominate or he would make sure I was on all fours again. With him just having that mask on and only seeing his eyes, I saw that same coldness I remembered and something about the commanding tone in his voice reminded me of the 4th man. I knew it was him. I did go up on stage and whip Jakob. I had to or he would have exposed me. I'm not proud of what I did but something about it also was therapeutic. It let me release some anger but it scared me too." He shook his head, still not believing he went as far as he had.
Nick kept quiet, letting him speak without interruption. He wanted to ask him so many questions but he also didn't want to upset him by what he might ask, so he decided to just stay silent as he spoke.
Greg continued on warily. "Then after I got another video I decided I had to go back to him. I knew he was sending them. I went back to the club and got invited into his private room with Jakob and others. I approached him and told him I knew he raped me and I knew he was sending the videos and that he killed Jason Carbone. He said I knew nothing and basically couldn't prove anything either. Then he shoved in my face the fact that I killed two people, Demetrius James and Jasper…he said he knew more about me than I knew about him. He was right. He threw me off with that. Then he proceeded to offer his slave, Jakob to me to let my anger out on. He said that or he would take the whip to me, reminding me I was in his territory. Then when I hesitated a moment Jakob even teased me. So I took the whip and beat him with it. I was so furious, I didn't know my own strength until Red Rose," he noticed Nick furrow his eyebrows in questioning. "Uh, she was this girl there. She was actually pretty cool with me. Anyway she took the whip out of my hand, to stop me. I had whipped Jakob worse than last time. I left as quickly as I could, in disgrace. I think that is when I really started to fall apart, knowing I could do that. The hatred for myself grew even worse and as that got worse, the cutting got deeper." He lowered his eyes in shame, feeling Nick's gaze on him stronger than ever. "I told you I'm fucked up."
Nick closed his eyes and bit his tongue, holding back from saying something that might worsen how Greg was feeling again about himself. He had to tread so carefully in what he said. He opened his eyes back up and reached out his hands and grabbed Greg's, who was clutching his hands into fists. Greg looked up at him as his hands were taken in Nick's warm ones. "You're going to work through this; we're going to work through this with help from Dr. Levine and others. If I need to buy you a punching bag, I will." He saw a slight smirk on Greg's face at that comment. "I'm not joking. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right for you again. But first thing is bringing down this fucking creepy monster, Brad Jamison from his high horse and making sure he rots in prison."
Greg sucked in his lower lip and just nodded. "I'll do everything I can to make sure he doesn't escape these charges. We'll find some concrete evidence against him eventually. Once your parents return with the food, I'll take mine to go and go to LVPD to see this creep and see what he has to say."
"You can go now. I'll be okay for a little bit on my own," Greg told him.
Nick shook his head. "I'm sorry Greg, I can't leave you alone. I can't take the chance." He saw him about to protest but he stopped him. "No, Greg. I want to trust you, I do but I am not taking a chance of losing you again and you can hate me for it if you want, but I love you too much to risk it."
Greg's mouth hung open and Nick could see the deep hurt in his eyes. Greg looked away from him and then suddenly stood up. "Fine, I guess I deserve that." He turned around, his eyes filled with unshed tears. "I just hope someday again, you will trust me."
Nick was about to stand up and say something when they both heard the door unlock. Greg quickly rubbed at his eyes and walked towards the window to stare out it. He didn't want his parents to know he was about to cry again.
"We got the subs here. You two ready to eat?" Greg heard his parents say.
Nick got up and took the bag of subs from Mr. Sanders and placed them on the table. "Thanks for picking them up but I'm going to have to take mine to go. I have to head down to the station for work. I'll be back when I am done." He walked over to where Greg still stood, staring out the window.
He put his hands on Greg's shoulders from behind. He was happy he didn't flinch away from him. "I will trust you again someday but for now you have to understand why I don't. When I come home I'll let you know what happened. I love you," he whispered to him, so Greg's parents wouldn't hear what he said. He saw Greg nod. He squeezed his shoulders affectionately before letting go and grabbing his wrapped sub off the table.
"I'll be home later on. Bye," he said to all of them before walking out the front door.
Greg finally turned around and saw that his parents were staring at him with questioning looks on their faces. He slowly walked over to the table where they stood. "They brought in Brad Jamison and Nick's going be there to question him. He asked me more about him and things just got a little tense. I'll be fine though." He saw his parents looking at him still, not really believing him. He sighed. "I really will be, in time. Can we eat now?" He asked finally.
"Sure Son, we can eat. We just all are a little tense I guess," his father said to him.
Greg nodded as he pulled out his chair. "I know. I know." His parents gave him small smiles as they sat down to eat.
Xxxxx
Nick walked into the interrogation room with Jim and saw the smug Brad Jamison sitting there with his lawyer. He was dressed in a purple polo shirt and black slacks. He didn't have his glasses on. Nick glared at him, visualizing this man as a monster that terrorized and assaulted Greg, but he was going to keep his cool, as he promised. He would do it for Greg.
"Mr. Jamison, who is Jakob Freeman to you?" Brass started with the questioning.
Brad looked between the two of them before answering. "He is an acquaintance."
Nick frowned. "Jakob Freeman told us he was your sex slave and that you have been intimate for about a year. Are you saying he is lying? Because we have video footage of him and you together, plus your housekeeper Rosa seems to agree with his statement."
Brad looked at his lawyer who nodded to go ahead. He sighed. "Yes, he is my slave when we are at the underground BDSM clubs. And yes we have known each other that long."
"Then you knew he killed Jason Carbone and helped him cover his murder," Jim said to him.
"No, I didn't know he killed Jason Carbone and I definitely didn't help him cover any murder. I was just as shocked by that dead body in my house as anyone else was. I don't condone murder in any circumstance. If he confessed to killing him, he never told me anything about it," Brad said to them, putting on a good show.
Nick just shook his head, knowing he was lying through his perfectly polished teeth. "Jakob said you were given HIV by Jason Carbone after you had an affair with him and that made Jakob mad and that is why he killed him for you. You said you never knew Jason Carbone that well."
Brad pondered a moment, thinking out what he was going to say next carefully. "Okay, so we slept together one time. We were both drunk and I didn't think it was that important to bring up."
"Not that important when he is the man who passed his HIV status onto you?" Nick said to him, more anger in his voice now, thinking of Greg and his HIV status.
"I can't be 100% sure he gave it to me. I will admit, I like to fuck around," he smirked.
"Is that how you would describe taking part in torturing and raping a man against his will? Just fucking around?" Nick asked with some steam in his voice.
"I have no idea what you are talking about. I would never force myself on someone against their will. All my partners have been completely willing to take part," Brad said to him, directly.
Jim decided to ask this time around. "So you are saying Greg Sanders was a willing participant when he was chained to a wall in an abandoned house's basement for four months where he was brutally tortured and raped?"
Brad acted shocked. "Greg Sanders, the CSI? I have no idea what you are talking about?"
Nick leaned forward. "You know exactly what we are talking about. Greg said you told him he could never prove it and to make matters worse you have been sending him videos that you took during that horrid time to him and furthering his pain and humiliation to throw him off the case."
"I'm sorry but your friend, Greg Sanders but he sounds delusional. He came to my club, where he took part in throwing the whip at my slave, Jakob. I have it on video to prove to you," Brad said to him with a small smile.
"Oh, I've seen the video. Jakob provided the entertainment while he had myself and Greg in your secret room in your house which you failed to show us when we searched your place after the murder of Jason Carbone. Tell me why you left that room out," Nick countered back at him.
"No one in that house that night used that room, I knew that. The only people who have access to it are myself and Rosa. Rosa must have let Jakob down there. I know Rosa had a thing for Jakob, I just never realized she was willing to go as far as she did with him. I had no idea he was going to do what he did to you and Mr. Sanders. I am truly sorry for that," Brad said to them. He was truthful in that he didn't know Jakob was going to act on his jealousy about Greg and he didn't know Rosa would be dragged into it.
"Look we know you helped Jakob cover Jason Carbone's murder and we also know you are one of the men who took part in the brutal torture and rape of Greg Sanders. You will be going to prison for a long time," Brass said to him.
This time Brad's lawyer spoke up. "I have yet to see anything but statements that my client is guilty of any of these charges. Unless you can find concrete proof that he committed any of these crimes, you will have to let him go. Jakob Freeman's statements cannot be taken seriously. The man spent a couple of years under psychiatric care for mental illness. And now from what I hear your friend Greg Sanders is seeing a psychiatrist too. Both of these gentlemen's testimony won't amount to anything under a court of law."
Nick felt his blood boiling, wondering how his lawyer discovered what he had about Greg and to discredit him. He turned his hatred to Brad. "You are smart, I'll give you that. You did everything you could to drive Greg crazy and you succeeded but I swear to you I will find something concrete and you will spend the rest of your miserable life in prison where hopefully you'll end up someone else's bitch!" Nick stood up and excused himself from the room before he did something he would regret.
Brass chuckled a little after he left and turned his attention back to the lawyer. "Well I have to say, when he is determined you better watch out. I am sure he will find something so that your client here will not be able to get out of charges put forth. As for now, we can still hold him for another 24 hours. I'm sure we'll be talking again soon and next time we will have something solid on your client, Brad Jamison." Brass nodded to the officer who stood guard so that he could escort the lawyer and his client out the door.
He waited until they were gone before meeting up with Nick in the hallway. Nick had been pacing. "So what are you going to do?"
"I just called Sara and Catherine. We are heading back to the Jamison house and tearing it apart until we find something solid to incriminate him on either or both charges. I am not letting that son of a bitch go free, not will I live," Nick said, seething with anger.
"Then I look forward to hearing what you find. He couldn't have been that good in covering his tracks. He is cocky and when they are cocky they make mistakes," Jim said to him.
"And I will find that mistake," Nick said with determination.
Thirty minutes later he was at the Jamison house again with Sara and Catherine. They had both asked him how Greg was doing. They had felt uncomfortable visiting him since his suicide attempt. Only a few trusted people at work knew about his attempt on his own life. So far Ecklie agreed it was on a need to know basis.
"I'm going to take Brad Jamison's bedroom and office," Nick said to them. Sara said she would work the secret room and the other rooms on the first floor, while Catherine would work all the other rooms.
Nick had already spent an hour tearing apart Brad Jamison's bedroom and all he found was more of his BDSM gear and some photos of him and other people dressed similar. One picture showed him in action, about to whip Jakob on his bare back, which was already red streaked. Another showed him with the hood on that Greg had described his fourth man wearing. Unfortunately it was not enough to say for sure that it was him.
Another 30 minutes had passed and he sighed heavily as he pulled out the last drawer on Brad's desk. He tossed it to the ground, frustrated that he had not found anything yet. He looked inside the empty desk and saw nothing hidden. He grabbed the first drawer and placed it back into its spot. When he grabbed the second one, something caught his eye. He saw something taped to the back of it. It was a memory card. He felt his heart leap and first took a picture of it taped to the back of the drawer before pulling it off. They had already taken Brad's laptop in to examine and Archie was working on that, so Nick went to grab his laptop from his bag and pulled it out. He sat down at the chair at Brad's desk and put the SD card into his computer. The disk had been titled "Special Project". He noticed there were five videos on the card. He clicked on the first one and immediately knew what it was. It was the first video that had been sent to Greg but this was raw footage. There was no editing of it. As much as he couldn't stomach watching these videos he had to because he wanted to see or hear if Brad revealed himself at all in these videos. Finding that he was hiding this footage was on thing but to actually prove that he was there and took part was something that he would not be able to deny. They first two videos were pretty much the same as he remembered, except there was talking in the last one but all he heard was Jasper and Rex in it. If Brad was taking the video he never spoke.
The next video was shaky. The video came on in the middle of Greg being held down on his stomach by Rex and the man in the black hood; over Greg stood Jasper with the branding Iron. Nick's breath hitched when he realized what he was about to view. He remembered Greg so painfully telling him what happened. He realized Greg must have been so absorbed in begging and pleading with Jasper not to use the red hot branding iron on him that he didn't realize he was being filmed. Hearing Greg's cries and pleads tore his heart out all over again but then seeing Jasper maliciously place the burning hot iron on his lower back and hearing Greg's blood curdling screams did him in. He had to stop the video momentarily as tears filled his vision. He sobbed as he finally came to the realization what Greg had been telling him all along, that he couldn't ever understand what he went through. Seeing and hearing this suddenly brought him into the moment and he did understand Greg and why he was the way he was now. If it was breaking him just viewing this, he couldn't imagine actually living it out.
After a few minutes he composed himself again and forced himself to watch the rest of the video. He saw Greg's body eventually go limp and pass out from the pain he had been in. He heard Jasper, Rex and the hooded man laughing their heads off at his passing out. "That'll teach him once and for all that he is mine and no one else's. Blackhawk, this was an awesome idea. I can't thank you enough for it," Jasper gloated to the man in the hood.
Nick remembered Brad's S&M name being Blackhawk. It was him! He knew there would be something eventually. Still he wanted more, he wanted a rock solid case against him. He kept watching the video and saw Blackhawk look at the camera holder. "Chris, glad you could join us. I thought you couldn't handle this. Did you get it on video? I can't wait to rewatch it," Jasper spoke up as he approached the camera.
The camera shot shook as it seemed it was changing hands. Now Chris walked out in front of the camera. "I'm heading up guys. I've done enough for tonight," he heard Chris say.
"Aww, you wuss. Fine go just don't say anything or you know you are dead meat," Jasper said from behind the camera lens. "Hey Brad, fuck my boy while he's passed out," Jasper laughed hoarsely.
"Fuck you! Don't call me that. Blackhawk, remember Ass! Speaking of ass, he does have a fine one. Sure why not fuck him while he's out cold. It will be the easiest fuck I've had with him," he laughed.
Blackhawk zipped down his pants and pulled his dick out. He started pulling on it to make himself hard. "Hey Rex, grab that plastic bag there. Yeah that one and bring it here." Rex handed him a black trash bag that he placed under Greg's ass. After a couple of minutes he was hard and he hefted up Greg's ass and forced himself right inside. He acted like he was riding a bucking bronco, although the bronco was out cold and not responsive. He climaxed and pulled out, as cum and blood came out too. He grabbed a towel that Rex brought to him and wiped himself off. Then he pushed Greg off the plastic bag and picked it up, collecting any seamen and blood he might have left behind as evidence to clean up. He tossed the towel to Rex. "Clean up that boy's ass. I don't want any trace of me left behind. I know you two are careless but I am not. Remember who fronted this whole thing so do as I say." Rex grunted but went ahead and got the towel wet in the sink and proceeded to clean up Greg's unconscious body from any fluids that where left behind.
"Wipe the blood up from the brand too so I can see it better when he wakes. Plus I don't want him getting some sort of infection from it and dying before I am ready for him to die," Jasper said to Rex.
"Turn off the fucking video camera already. We are done for tonight," Brad said into the camera. The video stopped then. But Nick rewound to the close up on Brad, the man in the hood. He could see it was him for the brief couple of seconds that he stood right in front of the lens. They were Brad Jamison's eyes, it was undeniable. Nick was torn. Part of him was thrilled that they had Brad Jamison but mostly he was still feeling the pain of watching Greg go through what he went through.
There was one more video left. He was afraid to watch it but it looked to be pretty short. He clicked play.
Jasper stood over Greg, who was on his knees, hands tied behind his back. He looked like he was about to pass out. Jasper's cock stood out hard, dangling in front of Greg. "Now say it," Jasper yelled at him.
"Master, please may I suck your cock?" Greg said weakly with no emotion in his voice.
"Of course you may!" Jasper jeered. Greg moved his head slightly so he could take him in his mouth. Jasper moved forward, making sure he was deep throating him. He worked his one hand through Greg's hair, tugging on it every so often. It didn't take long for Jasper to come in Greg's mouth. Jasper stepped back and gestured to the camera and then to Greg. "See that's how a good slave should act. Always eager to suck his Master off. Oh and look, he says it doesn't excite him but I beg to differ." Jasper kneels down and points to Greg's erect cock. "See he gets off on it too. But he also knows that is a no-no and what do I do about that?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cock ring. He placed it on Greg's erect cock, eliciting a groan of pain from Greg.
"See now he is perfect," Jasper chuckled looking down at Greg's obvious discomfort in joy as he zipped up his own pants. He reached behind him and grabbed a bottle of liquor. He took a sip for himself and then grabbed Greg's hair and pulled his head back and poured some down his throat. Greg sputtered some of the liquid out but took most of it down. Jasper had him finish off the bottle.
"And see he still gets his drink too," Jasper laughed. He pushed Greg's head to the side, harshly, causing him to fall on his side on the mattress. Jasper took out a knife and cut the cable tie that bound his hands behind him. Once untied, Greg just curled into himself, wrapping his arms around his knees which he pulled up to his chest.
Jasper stood up over him. "I'll let you sleep it off. I'll be back tomorrow for more fun." Then he walked up to the camera and turned it off.
Nick thought it must have been set up on a tripod that time since he only seemed to be talking directly into the camera and not to any one in particular.
Nick pulled out the SD memory card and placed it into an evidence bag and tagged it. He stared at the thing that would put Brad Jamison away for good, but also wondered if it would destroy any little bit of sanity Greg had left if he saw these two last videos. No matter what he couldn't let Greg see these. He knew it would serve no good purpose but to destroy him completely.