Author's Note: Thanks, as always, to my wonderful beta, BluCrayons. Who deserves a special thanks cause she's amazing and wonderful and I love her and don't deserve her kindness and generosity and she knows why. And here's what you asked for KA04. Ask and ye shall recieve :D Don't worry, I'm nowhere near done.
Chapter 36: Games
"What kind of game," Micky demanded. Mike tried to push himself up off the bed, but his chest was searing in pain. He'd zapped himself accidentally before on sockets, but never anything like this. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest and it was hard to breathe. All he could do was lie there as his friends were put through hell.
"Relax, Micky," Claire laughed. "I'm not planning on hurting you."
"I don't care," Micky snapped. "Leave my friends out of this."
"Shut up, Micky," Heather sneered at him.
"You boys don't really like it here, do you?" Claire said ignoring Micky and turning to Davy and Peter. They exchanged looks with each other, both unsure really of how to answer. "You can be honest with me boys. We all know you hate it. You want to go home, don't you?"
"Of course we do," Davy said.
"Do you think we're stupid?" Peter asked. "We aren't going to say anything to you. And you aren't going to let us go home, even if we did."
"But that's just it," Claire smiled. "What if we told you that you could go home?" Again Peter and Davy looked at each other, unsure of how to respond. Mike knew they wouldn't take the bait; he knew neither of them would say anything. But he had to admit that he was scared one of them would slip and say something they shouldn't. Either about their escape plan or a hint to where Hope was.
"Davy, Peter, don't believe them," Mike said trying to somehow remind them to stay strong.
"We aren't lying," Claire smiled. "That's the game. Whoever talks first wins."
"We aren't gonna say a bloody thing," Davy spat. "We don't care if you do send us home. We don't even know where she is."
"Yeah," Peter said. "We aren't leaving our friends behind."
"Oh, but it seems I forgot to mention part of the deal," Claire said almost laughing. "It doesn't necessarily have to be you that gets to go home. You can choose one of your friends. Send them home. Away from all this. No strings attached."
"Except Micky, of course," Wayne said.
"None of us will leave Micky behind," Sarah said as Peter and Davy cast a worried look at her specifically. Mike knew what was going through their minds. If anyone should go home, it should be her. She was pregnant with Micky's child and if she stayed here, they both could die.
"No deal," Davy said, though Mike heard the misery in his voice. They all knew they couldn't sacrifice the little girl either. They were stuck in a miserable situation.
"Really?" Claire asked nodding over in Heather's direction. Mike wasn't exactly sure what she was up to, but didn't have to wait long to find out. Heather immediately flipped him over forcefully so that he was on his back before straddling him. She had a devilish smile on her face that made her almost unrecognizable. His chest still hurt from where she'd prodded him, so when she ripped his shirt open, he hissed in pain. He tried to cover it up a little so Peter and Davy wouldn't get too upset. He knew that was playing directly into their game.
"Mike?" Peter squeaked out a little.
"Leave him alone," Micky said firmly.
"You're really gonna choose to keep quiet and keep your friends here?" Claire continued, almost whispering to Peter and Davy. Mike tried to shrink away as Heather put her hands on his bare chest, massaging him sensually. She leaned down and breathed softly against his ear. He felt his body wanting to react, but he forced himself to think about how much pain he was in. He tried to make himself as small as possible. He wanted to wiggle away from her, but he couldn't. Heather's hand slowly slid down into his pants and her finger teased at the base.
"Stop it!" Rose exclaimed. He couldn't see that well, but he heard a struggle and a scream, suggesting that Rose had tried to tackle Heather, only to get taken down herself.
"Get off him!" Micky roared angrily.
"You can make this stop, Micky," Claire laughed. "Someone tell me where she is."
"Oh, God, Mike," Peter sobbed. Mike turned his head away from them. He didn't want them to see the pain on his face or the misery. But that only allowed Heather to whisper into his ear better.
"Come on, baby," Heather said softly so only he could hear. "You used to love this."
"Get off me," Mike answered through gritted teeth. Heather only responded by sucking his ear lobe into her mouth and moving her hand down further to completely grip him. Mike tried to push her off him, but his chest hurt too much to move. And Heather still had the cattle prod sitting next to her leg, just out of his reach but within hers. If he fought her, he'd just get shocked again and she'd start over. He just had to focus on not allowing his body to respond the way the chemicals in his head wanted him to.
"They don't know anything!" Micky yelled while Heather continued to fondle him; trying to get him to respond how she wanted. "Leave him alone!"
"You want me to believe you never told your friends anything?" Claire asked.
"Yes," Micky hissed angrily. "I didn't tell them a fucking thing! I gave her away! To a nice, happy home and I never turned back! For her good; not mine! And that means I never spoke about it, either! They didn't even know I had a child until you started all this! Now get the fuck off him!"
"I want that girl, Micky," Claire answered.
"She's nothing to you!" Micky argued. "She's no threat! She doesn't know a fucking thing about where she came from or who she is let alone anything about this world! Leave her alone and she won't! Heather's baby won't have any competition!"
"Is that what you think this is?" Claire laughed.
"What else could it be?" Rose asked breathlessly. "I'm next in line legally. I don't want it, so it goes to Hope. Hope won't want it either. She won't even know about it if you left her alone."
"Well, you're right about that," Claire said. "But she still has a claim. Not only because of you."
"What are you talking about?" Micky asked. "Chucky isn't my father."
"No, but that doesn't mean your real father doesn't matter," Claire answered. Micky fell silent for a moment, but Heather didn't let up on trying to get Mike to react how she wanted. She let go of his ear to move down and try and kiss his chest, but he still didn't react. He wouldn't allow himself to.
"You're only making this harder, baby," Heather whispered ripping his pants down a little.
"Not gonna happen," Mike said softly. "I hate you."
"Be a good boy," Heather said moving her hips into his groin. He tried to sink all the way into the mattress to get away from her; she wasn't wearing any underwear. He felt everything pushing against his own nakedness and his body still tried to react. He felt himself at least get a little hard, but he fought against it. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to focus on the pain. And on his friends. He hated that they were seeing this.
"Get OFF HIM!" Micky roared angrily. Mike could tell he'd gotten up, but Mike still refused to turn his head. He'd spare his friends the look of agony on his face at the very least. "I don't care who my father is or what threat Hope poses! Stop this!"
"Give me what I want, and it will, Micky," Claire said. Mike could hear Davy and Peter crying, but he couldn't do anything to stop any of this.
"I can't give you that," Micky answered. "But…"
"But what?" Claire asked.
"What if I did something else for you?" Micky asked. "Punish me. Hang me from the bar."
"What is that?" Peter asked softly, his voice cracking with tears.
"Micky, no," Sarah pled.
"You'd do that?" Claire asked.
"If I can do it, you'll leave them alone," Micky said. Claire didn't respond right away. It was as if she were thinking it over. Mike had no idea what Micky meant, either, but it wasn't really at the top of his mind.
"Micky, don't," Rose said.
"Please, stop this," Micky begged, ignoring Sarah and Rose.
"Fine," Claire said. "This obviously isn't going to work anyway. Heather, get off him. Cole, let Rose go."
"No fun," Cole whispered. Heather didn't respond right away. She bit the area of Mike's chest where she'd shocked him and he felt her nails dig into his very tender flesh. He bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain, not wanting his friends to know.
"He's more fun drugged anyway," Heather laughed getting off him. As soon as she did, Mike rolled over, his back to his friends. He tried to fight the tears coming from his eyes, but after fighting so hard to stay in control of his body, he couldn't. "Poor little baby can't even get hard."
"Micky, don't do this," Sarah pled.
"I have to," Micky answered. "I love you."
"Cute," Claire smiled. "Now go." Mike heard shuffling and the door opening and closing. Micky left with them. Rose rushed over to Mike and knelt in front of him. He really just wanted all of them to go away. She reached out and touched him, but Mike jerked away from her and curled himself up. He didn't want her to see him like this.
"What does that mean?" Davy demanded. "Where did Micky go? What the bloody hell did he just agree to?!"
"Nevermind that right now," Rose said. "Mike, I know how you feel, but I really need to look at that wound. If I don't take care of it, it could get infected." Mike didn't answer. He just closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them again, they'd all be gone and he'd be alone. He couldn't stand having them see him this vulnerable.
"Is he ok?" Peter asked.
"Michael, sweetie, we aren't going anywhere," Sarah said behind him. He felt her pull the sheets over his body, covering him from the cold he didn't realize he was feeling. "Just let us take care of you."
"Mike?" Davy asked when Mike still didn't answer.
"Don't touch him," Rose said firmly. "Or crowd him, ok. He's gonna be fine, he just needs a little time. He's stronger than they give him credit for." Mike thought about her words. He knew she was just trying to help him and shrinking up like this didn't accomplish anything. Rose was right; if she didn't check his wound, he could develop an infection and wouldn't be healed in time to save his child. And whatever was happening to Micky was because of him. He owed it to Micky to suck it up and deal with it. He slowly opened his eyes and moved his arms to let Rose look at his chest. He still didn't roll over; he couldn't face Peter or Davy just yet.
"Here," Sarah said behind him and handed Rose the tube of burn cream they'd been using on Micky. Rose nodded and carefully put some on his chest.
"The burn doesn't look that bad," Rose said softly so that only Mike could hear. "And she didn't bite you that hard. You should heal in no time. Mike, did she hurt you anywhere else?"
"No," Mike answered instinctively. He didn't want to tell her about the claw marks that were undoubtedly marring him. He didn't want her to have to look at him there anyway. She looked at him skeptically, but stood up anyway choosing not to press the issue.
"Is he ok?" Peter asked cautiously.
"I'm fine," Mike answered pushing himself up a little after pulling his pants back up. It hurt a little, brushing against the tender area, but he covered the hiss of pain with a cough. Looking at Rose, it seemed it was unconvincing.
"I couldn't stand seeing her do that to you," Davy said.
"Right," Mike said. "Can we not talk about that? Just pretend it didn't happen? Rose, what's this bar thing Micky was talking about? What's happening to him?"
"The bar is her favorite form of punishment," Rose answered. "She makes you strip naked and hang from a bar near the ceiling."
"That doesn't sound too bad," Peter said as Rose took a deep breath. It was obvious to Mike she hadn't finished, but Peter was already nervous and didn't pick up on that nuance.
"Except for the being naked part," Davy answered.
"And except for the fact that she whips you," Sarah sighed, near tears.
"What?" Mike asked stunned. Micky was really allowing himself to be whipped?
"Ten lashes," Rose said. "If you can hang on. If you let go, she makes you get back up and starts over again."
"That's horrible," Davy said looking like he was about to freak out.
"Has anyone ever held on?" Peter asked. "I mean, I wouldn't think anyone could. And Micky said "If I can do it"..."
"No, no one has held on," Sarah answered.
"Micky's the only one to come close," Rose added. "He got to 7 once without letting go."
"So when does it stop?" Mike asked fearing the worst for his friend.
"She makes you get back up until you can't even move anymore," Rose answered. "Until you can't even hold onto the bar long enough for her to get you once."
"That's horrible," Peter echoed.
"Has that ever happened to either of you?" Mike asked.
"Rose," Sarah said.
"What did you do?" Mike asked.
"Held on for a max of 3," Rose answered.
"No, I meant…" Mike sighed not wanting to think about what Micky must be feeling. What happened to him seemed like child's play now in comparison. "You said it was a punishment. What did you do?"
"I was in a pissy mood and some jerk made me get on my knees," Rose answered. "So I bit him."
"You bit him?" Davy asked in shock.
"Where?" Peter asked.
"Where do you think!?" Davy exclaimed smacking him. "That had to hurt."
"Yeah, the whole house heard his screaming," Sarah said. "He deserved it."
"I can't believe he'd put himself through something like that," Davy said staring at the door waiting for it to open.
"It'll be a while before he comes back," Rose said. "I doubt he's going to be able to hold on. So she's gonna make him keep getting back up."
"There's nothing we can do to help him?" Peter asked.
"No," Sarah said. "Not now, anyway. I should have done more to keep him from going…"
"Sarah, you couldn't have done anything and you know it," Rose said. "He made his mind up. He did this for all of us. The only thing we can do is be ready when he gets back. We'll need to clean the wounds and bandage him up. Again." Davy opened his mouth to ask something else, but they all froze when they heard a blood-curdling scream down the hallway. They all knew who it was.
"Oh God," Sarah sobbed dropping to her knees.
"It's ok," Rose said kneeling down next to her, pulling her into a tight embrace.
"We can't just stand here and do nothing," Davy said starting to pace. "We have to do something."
"Like what?" Rose asked. "We can't leave this room and she won't stop until she's done."
"So we just wait for him to come back?" Davy asked, his voice becoming high and squeaky. "Wait for him to come back bloody and bruised and…"
"Davy, shut up," Mike said. Davy's rambling wasn't really helping. It was making Sarah worse. She was already emotional because of her hormones, and Davy freaking out was just pushing her farther and farther towards a complete mental breakdown. "You aren't helping."
"Sorry," Davy muttered. "What do we do to get ready for him?"
"Start tearing some sheets into strips and get a bucket of soapy water," Rose said. "Grab all the antiseptic from the bathroom. We'll need all of it. There's a bucket under the sink." Davy nodded and he and Peter darted off to the bathroom. Rose tried soothing Sarah as much as she could, but it was as if the scream had broken the last bit keeping her together. But by the time Davy and Peter came back with everything ready, they hadn't heard anything else.
"I don't hear anything," Davy said staring at the door. "I don't know if that's good or bad."
"Probably just his breaking point," Rose said. "He probably fell. He won't be back for a bit longer."
"But we can help him, right?" Peter said. "I mean, we can heal him. He'll be ok?"
"He's been through it before and survived," Rose said. Before anyone else could say anything further, they heard the locks on the door open again. Mike grew very worried. Were they coming back for one of them? Had something terrible happened to Micky that they couldn't finish?
"What…" Davy trailed off walking towards the door curiously.
"Get away from the door," Rose hissed. Davy immediately backed away just as the door flew open. Cole and Shirley stood there, holding a limp, bloody and naked Micky. They threw him on the floor in a crumpled heap and Shirley smiled.
"I was very impressed," Shirley said. "Only person to ever hold on the whole time. He must be a real champion in bed. Can't wait till she lets me try him out."
"Go fuck yourself, bitch," Rose snapped. Shirley and Cole merely smirked and walked away, throwing Micky's clothes on the ground before shutting the door.