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Warehouse

Breathe, keep breathing…you cannot let this bastard kill you, Marshall's voice in her head kept her breathing.

His voice was her first and only thought at the front of her mind. As her head kept being held under water, the dark, chilly water that was being filled with her saliva, vomit, and blood. Over and over it was to just breathe.

She could fill his hand forcing her head back into the water, she tried to fill her lungs as she was brought out back again, as her head went under water she tried to keep her mouth shut. But then the hand would tighten around the back of her neck, forcing her to scream out in pain and thrash, bubbles swarming her face and causing her to breathe in water.

She choked on the water, she fought against the water coming into her lungs, trying to cough back up the water that had entered her lungs, trying to breathe but getting more water filling her lungs. And she screamed and choked, trying to get out.

Mary was thrust out of the water and her body was pushed back along with the chair, which she was still tied to.

The Butcher had sucker punched her again and again; she fought for air every single time, struggled against the ties that bind her to the chair. It had been her fault for not paying attention, catching her unaware kept her from tightening her abdomen muscles when he punched her, but it was difficult when the punches came repeatedly one after the other.

"Is that the best you can do douche bag?" she muttered as she tried to catch her breath.

"Bring it!" he shouted the demand angrily at Hurst. "You'll be begging for me to stop once I start."

She spit at his feet and chuckled, "Think again, I don't beg ass swipe!"

He laughed drily at her as he saw Hurst coming around the crates.

She could barely see straight, but saw Hurst pulling a large blue recycle bin from behind the crates, he set the bin in front of the chair she was tied to. The Butcher punched her in the gut once more before he pulled her up still tied to the chair, over the large blue recycle bin. Before she went under water she knew what was coming, she dragged in as much air as she could into her lungs before her face was held under water.

She sat breathing in fast and hard, coughing water out as she suppressed the urge to just let go. She knew something was wrong, she knew she was missing something, had to do something, she just couldn't put her finger on it.

"That's what…you…call your best?" she croaked as she gasped.

He barked out laughing as he began to attach the wires around her wrists, he gritted his teeth as he growled, "You'll about to get a taste of what I'm capable of."

She spat in his face with a wry chuckle, "Bring it…" he wiped the spit off and moved away from her.

Flash!

Mary hated the excruciating pain that came when the car battery got wet. She would feel the electricity of the battery course through her, the blinding pain racing through her, causing her back to arch and her entire body to spasm. All the volts coursing through as it would spark again, sending the pain and the spasms again, screaming and screaming with no air, just water filling everything and electricity short circuiting her brain to only feel the pain, the excruciating pain.

She couldn't see, her vision was blurry and would slowly get black spots, her body still spasming as she tried to breathe. And she would try, but it all sounded so tiring. So difficult. Her vision would go dark, her mind deciding that maybe she didn't have to breathe. And that the darkness over taking her wasn't that bad. But Marshall's voice kept her going, Breathe!

And then her eyes would shoot open, blinding white light stinging her eyes until she was able to meet the mirthless eyes right above her as he shot her an evil smile. He'd swipe his mouth and spit on her and she would roll her head to the side, vomiting and coughing up all the water that was in her lungs onto the plastic on the floor. All of the water mixed with blood and anything that was in her stomach before would all come up as she tried to get it all out.

Dying wasn't so bad, she kept thinking every time, and it got easier to let herself believe it. I'm so sorry Marshall, I wish…I really wish I could've given you more than I have. I don't know how much longer I can hold on, but you need to know something. Now…now it's too late…but…I lo…

She would gasp and try to take in as much air as possible, burning her raw throat and making herself dizzy with the precious air. She didn't care, that air was the world to her. She knew just how priceless it was when you didn't have it, like she always did.

She'd cough and splutter and choke, until the rough hand would come back on her neck, forcing her to get up again in front of the bin. Again, she knew she was missing something, she had to do something, but her mind could only hold one thought, Breathe.

And then it would start all over again. She had lost track of time.

Sunshine Building

"What the hell are we still waiting for? We should've gotten her out by now!" Marshall paced that now almost crowded conference room, shooting daggers at Heinz.

"This is why I knew it was a bad idea bringing you into this operation, you're too involved," Heinz accused him as he looked over at Stan and ordered, "Get him out of here!"

"Like hell! I'm not going anywhere until I get my partner!" Marshall stood his ground, almost standing toe to toe with the much muscular older man.

Heinz narrowed his eyes at him in warning, "We're going to come get her when she gives us the word, do you honestly think we want to put any of our agents in jeopardy? We have a plan and we'll stick to it."

"We haven't heard from her for at least an hour! Didn't you plan to go in there after a certain amount of time if there was radio silence?" Marshall questioned aggressively as he turned back to Stan, "I'm going after my partner."

"You will do no such thing, my office, now!" he walked away and the young inspector followed suit.

Once inside his office, Stan closed the door and sat behind his desk, "Look, I know this is frustrating, waiting for her to give us the word. If it were anyone else, would you want to hightail it out of here?"

Marshall sighed in defeat, "No, but she's my partner. I gotta have her back. This is not what she told us she would do. We wouldn't have let her go through with it."

"Yeah, I know and I'm sure once we have her back, we'll give her hell for it," Stan agreed angrily, so fired up he would want to fire her, just to see a reaction out of her.

"Stan, if they don't do something proactive real soon, I'm going with the coordinates IS gave us and I'm getting my partner back," Marshall warned Stan before getting up and leaving, not waiting for a response.

Stan sat back and sighed heavily, "I know Inspector, I know."

"You…I…start…this way," the cut off words came in through the speakers, everyone's ears perked up at the sound. Knew the voice belonged to The Butcher.

The air transmission was choppy at best, they could all hear sputter and coughing, Marshall knew it was Mary.

"For…such…a…pu…y…you don't…like…seri..l killer," Mary gasped through the coughing fits.

They heard a barked laugh, "You don't…want to know…what I'm ca..able of…ing, this is just…taste…"

"Something's not right, do you think he hit her enough to damage the bug?" Marshall asked looking over at the HQ IS.

"Impossible, we embedded the tracker and the bug on the pendant on her necklace," the young man said with assertiveness.

Marshall nodded and continued to listen, there was a gasp before a splash and gurgling, the realization hit him hard, he was drowning her.

"He's drowning her!" he swirled around almost knocking Stan out of the way, the older man proceeded to follow him with Heinz on their heels.

"If you interfere in this federal assignment you will both be charged with obstruction of justice," Heinz warned angrily as he glared at both men.

"Did you not hear? She's being drown as we just sit here and wait for her command," Stan argued his case as he watched the other man just continue to glare at him.

"Charge me, I'm going after my partner," Marshall turned to leave.

"I'm going with him, I can't sit here and let my inspector go through that torture," he turned to follow Marshall out of the office; both men froze at the words thrown at them.

"Your Inspector is no longer your responsibility, she has been transferred, and therefore she is our responsibility. That we let you sit in on it was just us being civil," Heinz informed them with a raised eyebrow, seeing the shock on their faces, "Guess that answers my question, she didn't tell you."

TBC... 8O ...Let the saving commence...next chapter. Hope the torture 'scene' seemed real.