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The Fallout - 2

She was driving peacefully through the highway, with hardly any traffic in her way. It looked as if this morning was going to be a good one; her young child was still asleep on the back seat, strapped to her booster seat. Music was softly playing in the background. She was absentmindedly humming the song that was playing on the radio when she felt a vibration on the wheel that puzzled her. The next thing she knew was that she gripped the steering wheel firmly as she heard the sound of her front-right tire bursting.

For a second, the car abruptly shook but was able to regain control rather quickly. She turned the hazard lights on and stopped on one of the highway's shoulders. She looked through the rear mirror, finding her daughter still asleep. She felt alleviated that the girl didn't wake up by the sound of the tire bursting. She got down and examined the tire. It was completely busted. "Not fucking again" She groaned between her teeth in annoyance and was about to call the insurance to find them a tow-truck, but she found her phone with no signal "Great" she complained, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

Shortly after, she found herself pacing back and forth, thinking of what to do, when a green Toyota Highlander parked behind her. She looked intently at the car with tinted windows. A man in his early forties, quite handsome and well dressed, came down the car.

"Hey, do you need help there?" the man asked politely, smiling at the woman.

Claire ruffled her hair and smiled. "Well, my tire burst… so, a little" she said.

The man smiled back, and Clare led the way towards the burst tire. "Yup, you have a pretty messed up tire here" He said, "And the rim is pretty damaged too. Do you have the emergency tire?" he asked.

She chuckled, embarrassed. "I used it yesterday. That tire went flat last night" she mentioned, rubbing her forehead.

"Rough week then, I believed" He exclaimed, scratching the back of his neck.

"So-so" she said. "Can I borrow your phone by any chance? My husband can come and pick us up," she said.

"Sorry, I left it at home. I was going back there to pick it now," she said apologetically. "By the way. I am Jack" he said, extending his hand towards the woman, who gladly shook it back. "I'm Claire" the woman responded.

"If you want, I'm on my way back to pick up my phone. I can give you a ride to the nearest roadside assistance point" He offered, placing his hand on his hips, waiting for a response.

She thought about it for a second, debating if trusting the man or not. She thought that he looked ok; he was friendly. "That be nice, thanks" she said, approaching her car's back door to grab her daughter.

"Oh, you have a daughter!" He mentioned.

She nodded "Hmm" Claire hummed, managing a small smile to the man while taking the girl in one arm and trying to take the booster sear.

"Let me help you" he offered and managed to get the chair out of the car. "I have a daughter too, Victoria. She is five" he said. Installing the booster seat on his car while she took her purse and some other important stuff from her car.

Claire then placed the kid on the chair. The kid was starting to steer in her arms, rubbing her eyes. "Good morning, pretty girl" Claire said. But the girls closed her eyes again, still too asleep to be able to wake up. He jumped in the driver seat, and Claire followed him, going towards the co-pilot set. He started the car, and they drove in a relative silence up until he stopped the car.

"I have the engine warning sign flashing; I am just going to check" he said, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the hood; she nodded but didn't say much. He then, behind the opened hood of the car, took a small bottle of chloroform and soaked with it a couple of white cloths. He then jumped back in the car, and as fast as he could, he pressed the cloth firmly against Claire's face. The woman instantly felt terrified, the fear and anguish running through her body, she wasn't fearing for herself but for the little girl sitting in the back seat started to struggle and tussle against the man's strong hold of her. she tried hitting him and scratching him "Don't you move too much, it's useless. You can't escape this" the man said malevolently, with a disturbing and

She was trying with all her strength to be set free. Still, the drowsiness started to overtake her; she felt how her limps were heavier every passing second. She slowly was losing the battle to fight the man or even to keep her eyes close over the powerful effect of the chloroform entering hr system. Then, it all went black. The last thing heard was the sweet and soft voice of her daughter calling her.

"Go back to sleep, kid, you mom us tired" he cynically said, smiling triumphantly. The kid started to call her mom repetitively, getting increasingly nervous as she was not responding to her pleading voice. Jack couldn't stand hearing her yelling the name of the unconscious woman by his side. He then turned towards the back seat and, with another cloth, did the same to the kid as he did to the woman, being way easier this time.

When silence overtook the car, he started driving towards an old house near a cliff, when he arrived at the place and parked the car inside the garage, closing the door.

He took the woman and placed her in one of the upstairs rooms, tying her hands to the radiator, and left the kid hidden in the old cellar of the house, inside a locked closet in the farthest wall away from the exit of the basement. He wanted to extenuate the woman as much as he could. He had one only mission, make them suffer and gain some time until Jane and Maura appear. He knew they would be looking out for the other two humans he had held captive.

A while passed, and Jack was patiently waiting for the woman to wake up. It was starting to turn cold outside, and to make the ambient more according in the room, he opened the window, for the only purpose of pestering the woman, trying to make her succumb and emotionally crumble. He was decided to get vengeance against jane and ultimately against Maura, too. He had watched them and was convinced that the dike of a detective had ruined his life taking his wife and daughter and putting the police behind his ass. There were anger and a lot of rage inside the man, and he didn't care about the consequences or even if he would get out alive of this; his only purpose was making them suffer.

He sat on the bed, looking intently at the woman that was still passed out on the floor until she started to stir. The woman groaned at the sudden light that was directly aim at her eyes, as He was purposely pointing a flashlight directing the lights towards her eyes. "Wakie-Wakie!" he said, enjoying how he is torturing Claire.

"Where's my daughter" she muttered, her voice coming out with difficulty.

Jack stood up from the bed. "She's fine, don't worry…for now" he said. "So, how did you sleep?" he asked, kneeling in front of the woman.

"What do you want?" she questioned.

He chuckled and sat down, crossed legged, "Is crazy how things work, don't you think?" He commented. The woman didn't understand what he was talking about. "Not long ago, I had a wife and daughter." He continued, "But she has this dyke of a friends that fucked everything up" He angrily said.

"And what all this shit has done to with my daughter and me?" she uttered.

"Are you that blind? Like, seriously?" he cynically said. "I am the only one that sees it?... I know you know what I mean. The point is, dear that you basically are just bait in this equation. I don't need you or that pest of a kid you have" he reasoned.

The woman looked even more puzzled than before. "What are you talking about?" she questioned him again. The man stood up and hardly slapped the woman across her face. Leaving a bloody lip and her head even buzzier "Cut the shit!" he screamed, getting closer to the woman's face. "Jane Rizzoli fucked my life, put the cops in my ass, and took my fucking wife away… sorry, but she needs to suffer. An eye for an eye. She took my kid; I'll take hers" He explained, "Consider yourselves as collateral damage" The man then put a cloth to her mouth to prevent her from making noises and left the room.

She undeniable understood what this crazy man was about, but what she couldn't understand what he was talking about. What wife and what kid he referred too, was he referring to Maura and Kathy? She was confused and petrified. She needed to find her daughter before this beast could touch a hair of her little girl. She tried to unchain herself for a while, but there was no budging from the pipe that held her in place, nor the chain was giving up. She was trapped. Finally, tears of desperation started to stream down her cheek, she tried to scream, but her pleading growls came out muted by the cloth in her mount. Claire was not a religious person, but right now, she was praying, she was hoping the man was right, she hopped for Jane to come and rescue her, she silently pleaded to any higher power up there to help her and her baby to come out alive from this ordeal. She thought about her husband; the man must be desperate, not knowing where his wife and baby were, and she could only picture his beautiful smile and his loving manners to keep her sane. She was too scared for her daughter; she was physically needing to hold her and feel her close, under her embrace.

She felt shivers starting to crawl over her body, it was starting to get cold, and the open window allowed for all the cold from the outside came inside. She realized this was a tactic from the man to debilitate her, make her even more vulnerable. She kept on trying to unchain herself, but there was no luck. She felt defeated and even more desperate with each passing second. She heard steps coming towards the room she was in and stopped with her attempt to unchain herself and carefully listen to the wooden floor creaking under the steps of the person approaching. Jack came into the room; he was visible drunk, with a bottle of booze in his hand. As he saw the woman, he started to smile devilishly. Immediately after, he smashed the bottle against the chest of drawers that was against one of the walls of the bedroom in front of the bed and pointed the broken bottle to the woman's neck, pressing against her skin. She felt the glass cutting her neck and felt a warm liquid starting to drip from her neck and was at that point, she feared for her life and feared that she would not be able to protect her daughter from this pervert much longer. He laughed and separated himself from Claire.

"Oh! Come on, darling. are you not having fun?" He said, grabbing her creeks firmly, pressing them, "This is only the beginning." He then kissed the woman's lips and left the room, slamming the door on his way out.

"Please, someone, help us!" she pleaded. She could endure any of the sicking perversions that bastard had in mind, but she was only worried about Melissa, alone and cold who knows where. For all she knew, the kid could be dead by now. She cried; she could not stop the tears anymore at the thought of her little girl being dead. Desperation was all she could feel.