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Orthostatic hypotension: Feeling dizzy or having an impending fainting sensation when standing up suddenly after a period of lying down or sitting are symptoms of a condition called medically. It can happen in any age group, but it is more common in the elderly. Diagnosis is often confused with labyrinth problems (labyrinthitis)
References to Chicago Fire 2x04, 2x06. Chicago PD 2x02, 3x01, 3x17.
Trigger warning: domestic violence.
So here we are with chapter 10! Enjoy it!
Three months later the marriage. Five months later the abduction.
The tension towards food and drink in the house loft is taking disastrous proportions equivalents to hurricanes or tsunamis in cities. It's a battle of who screams the loudest to make the other agree willingly or by sheer spontaneous pressure or give up because it is so exhausting and sanity unhealthy to discuss with the stubbornness and hot head of the other man. Josh again arrived home from work and saw with his eyes Jay making his food, ignoring the already done by the injured detective's husband early that day before going to work while the detective slept.
On one hand, Josh is furious with Jay. Somehow, the man is good at discovering - that's why he was a goddammit police detective after all - that he can suspect the drugged food and drink he has been receiving recently even though it took five months of delay to it. Of course, he can't assume that he is correct though. It's not just the breaking of trust and marriage he is concerned about, it's his retrograde memories and escapes tentatively. If by chance his and Will's kidnapping and the rape's idealization return, he isn't sure how he will handle the former Ranger at home. Nothing between them is real or legal. He doesn't have another place to go and hide Jay from the society and authorities and they are being searched throughout. It's their end. It's his end. The only way out is to lie as he is doing for a month now: say he is being paranoid, things of his head.
On the other hand, Jay is doubting his husband's honesty. It's uncommon forgetfulness, dizziness, breathlessness, especially at his young age and, even after the amnesia he suffered from the car accident months ago that still reverberates in the present like Josh's arguments, he isn't stupid to notice a pattern: after a sip, the forgetfulness happens. Also, it hurts hearing from him that he is being paranoid, things in his head. He feels his heart breaking in a million pieces when those words are uttered. From all the people who could call him those characteristics heard from his husband, the man who can't mistreat you, underestimate you, misplace you, second-guess you, misunderstood you, mistake you, heal you it's hurting you more than bullets or knives can harm.
"It must be a memory-taking drink," Jay argues. "I'm not too old to have any memory issues and it's been months since the accident, it doesn't have a sense that it's still the amnesia here. Did you read the doctor's medicine prescription?"
"Jay, why in hell would the doctor prescribe a memory-taking drink?" Josh says, sitting in the sofa's arms and crossing his arms over his chest, done with the daily discussion.
"I don't know! Maybe it's an aftermath of the medicine and mixing one of the medicine's components with my recent amnesia, it's worsening." He says, trying to sound convincing and leaning against the kit he doesn't frame, a certain distance from the other. "We should speak to him about that!"
"The doctor isn't an idiot, he studied for five years in a university and has a degree in Medicine so he must know what mixture can be done without worse consequences on his patients, he would never prescribe any medicine that could make you feel worse rather than getting better, silly. Also, the doctor is busy with major traumas and injuries of other sick people, you aren't the only one hurt in the world, my selfish love." He is ironic to the green-eyed man. "We shouldn't bother him with the paranoia of your insane head!"
"First of all, I know I'm not the only one hurt in the world and my request for an appointment with him doesn't make me selfish. Second of all, I'm not paranoid and my head isn't insane, you should watch your mouth or at least wash your mouth with soap sometimes for the things you have said to me lately." He says, increasing the tone and getting mad while watching the sitting man standing up and walking slowly in his direction.
"Should I do what? Repeat, please. I think I heard wrong!" He should be intimidated by the look he is receiving and the extremely slow and intimidating walk but continues.
"You know what I think it's funny?"
"What?" He nods, encouraging him to go ahead in his vent while approaching slowly and the other man pulls off the door frame suddenly.
"When I do my drink or food, that forgetfulness doesn't happen to any of us but when it's yours, happens to me. I become memoryless, dizzy, and breathless. You continue normal and with memory intact."
"Where are you going with this, honey?" Steps get dangerously closer while others get protectively further.
"It keeps me wondering if you are drugging me, are you?" He feels an explosion in his right cheek and starts appearing in his vision as a punch lands on him and he is sent to the ground before his mind can understand. He tries to grab the door frame as a support to get up but a heavy kick in his gut makes him fall and roll out inside the kitchen and away from the attacker. He crawls towards the table until a foot presses him on the posterior region of the knee against the floor and he screams in pain when all the weight is on it and a loud crack is heard. A second later, his knee is free and he is about to roll himself in a ball and grab his fractured leg when he is being lifted by the collar and pressed by his neck against the wall, his head colliding with the wall with a breaking-bone sound. "Why are you doing this, Josh?" His voice is recognizably hoarse, the vision obscured at the edges, blackness crept in, despair and fear pronounced in body and facial expression as his hands travel disoriented towards the ones that hold him to relieve the breathless pressure.
"Listen to me very carefully! Never again disrespect and doubt me or my abilities or compassion to take care of your little shit, never again throw my food and my drink in the trash, never again open your fuck mouth to stupid and trash questions or sarcastic comments like that, little funny! I do whatever I want with you because you are mine! Did I make myself clear?" Josh is red from fury and the sentimental is being transmitted to his arms which are strangling Jay with all the strength he has.
"Yes…" Jay says hoarsely as his weak hands grab his wrists to pull off his neck. "Let...me...go...now" Josh doesn't make a move indicating he is getting away. Bit by bit, Jay is losing his color face to a purple complexion, he tries to pull air in his lungs unsuccessfully, his hands lose grip, black spots reappear on his vision when the unconscious world welcomes him. It's only when he goes limp with unconsciousness that Josh lets his body fall to the ground. He keeps staring at the lying body stoically for a minute or two until his adrenaline goes off, his calm version takes place over the psychotic and violent trance, and the reality of the mess he had done with his lover while in trance hits him hard when he sees Jay.
"Shit...shit Jay...shit!" He looks at the aching back of his right hand where a yellow bruise form in the fingers' joint, goes to the refrigerator to pick an ice package and to the drawer in search of a towel to enroll in his hand and keep the package in place. When done, he picks the unconscious youth from the floor in marriage style and carries him upstairs to their bed. "Shit Jay, look what you made me do with you!" He analyzes the man: a light swelled and red of live flesh spot in the aftermath of the gut's region similar to a kick and the extremely swollen and purple knee, certainly broken or at least twisted. "I'm sorry but this is all your fault." He picks another syringe with more drug dose, injects him in the same previous spot on the neck, and records more new audios.
Hours later
Josh takes care of you
Josh is sad when you vomit or not listen to him
You want to show him how do you love him: drink and eat what your husband prepares for you because he can leave you thinking you don't appreciate what he does to you
Josh will leave you if you continue telling him things you've told him lately
You hurt him by telling him that you think Josh is drugging you. He cares about your health
"Welcome back honey, I know you are awake!" He hears Josh's voice in double, one mechanic and the other natural. He opens his eyes and sees the man above him smiling. He smiles back before the memories return and his smile becomes an angry sad fearful frown. "I'm sorry for the knee, it's fractured. It should heal in six weeks."
"Just for the knee?! You punched me, kicked me, broke my knee, and strangled me, and all you have to say it's you are sorry?" He says tearfully.
"You shouldn't have provoked me. This is all on you!" He says manipulatively. To amplify the manipulation, he turns on the recording louder, starting with the earlier successful ones and ending with the recent ones regarding Josh's possible departure as a result of his disobedience.
"But… sorry... it's my fault… Can you forgive me? Please don't walk away, I will obey you. I can't live without you." Jay begs and lowers his head, the manipulation is working and is leaving him guilty over the beating. Josh smiles delighted that worked and has the easy-manipulated boy under control.
"That's ok. I forgive you. I promise I will never again beat you. Can you forgive me and forget what happened?"
"Yes...I think I can do so." He smiles sadly, a sentinel of suspicion and fear still in his human being. Josh smiles and lays down next to him, wrapping his arms around his waist as both of them fall asleep.
Four months after the marriage. Six months after the abduction.
The physical traces of the beating slowly faded away. The most worried was the permanent little throbbing red mark on his neck, he noticed it after a shower as he watched his body in the mirror. Subconsciously, he begins to fear his husband, how his mood and he was becoming unpredictable. In a minute, his mood is tender, loving, gentle until Jay dared to refuse his husband because he isn't the type of guy who is going to sit back and listen to disgrace shut up, then his mood makes a 180-degree turn and he is punching, choking, dry during the conversation, rough during sex as long as it was happening. Jay often pretends to be asleep and doesn't respond to the soft, tender touch of his hands and mouth. Even though he craves him, every touch kindles his libido and he feels a growing hardness…he is still afraid Josh will make him suffer… After a while, the trials stop and Josh leaves the bedroom angry and unsatisfied with the lack of an answer. Then, without concrete problems and relaxed by lack of disturbance, he somehow manages to fall asleep. When he succeeds, he has the old nightmares again.
He sees himself with a tall red-haired man whose face and voice seem familiar. His intuition or a voice in the back of his mind says his name is...Will. Deja vu is happening in places and people. They are in a place across automatic places and people shouting and walking fast and wildly with empty or filled stretchers, a white and blue ambient boring and nasty and stressor to his opinion seems a medic clinic or hospital and the two of them are talking... the man is moving his mouth but any sound goes out, lip language is not up to date, they are friends? A blink and they are in a strangely comfortable familiar apartment, sited down on the couch watching a game with a pizza and beer. Another blink and the scene turns into a cozy bar with a TV showing a match, they are surrounded by a group of friends. After a celebration, the two playful men return to the apartment, someone shows up with a needle that has been injected into the side of his neck and emptiness.
He wakes up screaming and unconsciously touches the throbbing spot on the injection side of his neck. He gets up, goes to the bathroom, and observes the same place even more closely and worriedly, which causes discomfort. Why would he have dreamt about someone injecting him? Why would someone inject him and with what? He mentally notes to bring the nightmare up with Josh when he gets home. He returns to bed, feeling the need to take Josh's painkillers. After that, he remembers nothing, neither the dream nor the fact that he was going to talk about something. He also forgot that his husband severely beat him in the last confrontation because, from what Josh told when he desperately noticed injuries, he lost his balance on the stairs. It's comprehensive, after all, he hadn't recovered from the accident yet… He is afraid that if he doesn't fulfill even a small request from his husband, he will leave him. He lies down and hears 'his thoughts' over and over again:
Josh loves you
You love Josh
Josh takes care of you
Josh is sad when you vomit or not listen to him
You want to show him how do you love him: drink and eat what your husband prepares for you because he can leave you thinking you don't appreciate what he does to you
Calmed down with a quiet tone of constantly hearing his 'thoughts', he falls asleep again. A new nightmare begins in a dark basement. Why was he in the basement? Was he kidnapped? He sees the same red-haired man again. They are both lying down on beds. The same redheaded man is asleep, despite multiple strenuous attempts to wake him up. Will, wake up, Will… He sees food and water above a table, and at the mere sight of the bottle, he licks his dry mouth with desire. He gets up, takes a few sips, and starts to feel dizzy. Miraculously before falling, he ends up on the bed and sees the silhouette of a man picking him up and carrying him upstairs, away from the other men. A hard, uncomfortable mattress turns into the most comfortable mattress he has ever had the opportunity to sleep on. He feels he is smiling in his sleep. He hears a soft sensitive voice, opens his eyes, sees the stranger, and...wakes up screaming. The words come to his ears again:
Josh loves you
You love Josh
Josh takes care of you
'His' thoughts put him to sleep deeply again. This time he sees this beautiful long-haired blonde with a beautiful smile. He is waiting for her in the driver's seat all suited up with boots, jeans, and a leather jacket when she enters the car, dressed in boots, jeans, and a green shirt that brighten her eyes. She greets him and smiles, and his eyes almost exploded because it shines more than the sun, a paradise in heaven and he finds himself smiling back speechless. There is something about her that attracts him. She is different. She is perfect. The blonde is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Every aspect of her is perfect and fits in beautifully with her pretty features, from the way the colors of her outfits enhance the beauty to how the blond hair slightly curled at the ends, fell over her delicate shoulders. He is captive in her beautiful blue eyes, full of sincere feelings and it's a captive he doesn't want to be rescued ever. It feels as if he has feelings for her...
"Hailey…Hailey…" He hums in his sleep. Suddenly he wakes up, exceptionally with a smile on his face, without screaming or scaring him, dreaming that it is in the open of his eyes, the gorgeous girl will be there with him. But he sees a different face in front of him. It is his husband who came back and woke him up with a gentle touch on his cheek, leaning in to kiss. The still sleepy man flinches slightly and pulls away, making it impossible.
"Why are you avoiding my kiss, honey?" His voice sounds like walking in a wire between sweet and threatening and depending on the answer received, his character will decide his mood.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was you. I'm still in a sleepy mood and I had nightmares. I'm not thinking straight." He says and smiles shyly, leaning up to kiss in return to keep the man under control. The man accepts the kiss and peppers it with an appetite for more. However, he steps back and looks at him mercifully.
"Had your nightmares returned? Shit!" Josh exclaims, pissed off. So pissed off he gets up and turns his back to him, clearly trying to calm himself down before his husband clarifies the situation. He sits up in bed.
"Yes, my nightmares came back. However, these times they are more intense and detailed." The man turns on his wells unexpectedly fast to give dizziness to orthostatic hypotension or labyrinthine people.
"What do you mean? How detailed and intense were your nightmares? About what?" He asks hysterically and sits way too proximal. Jay, frightened, steps back and calculates his words to not trigger a violent personality.
"Let's go calmly." He says and creates a space from the intimate man. "My nightmares were about a man. Firstly, I was in a medic clinic or a hospital chatting with him; secondly, I was in an apartment, not a random apartment but something tells me it's familiar, with him watching a game. Later, we are in a bar again watching a match and surrounded by friends. After we return to the apartment, someone shows up with a needle, injects me into the side of my neck and emptiness." He starts to cry and shake copiously but receives no comfort. "I woke up screaming and I had to calm myself to sleep again with your medications." He looks at the man hoping for the approval or pride of his spontaneous act but receives a cold and stoic facial expression in return. "I managed to fall asleep again after a while just to have nightmares with a woman. A blonde woman. I was waiting for her in the car and she was...gorgeous. I have seen her before, I have seen the man before too, I don't know if it's a voice in my head telling me or it is my intuition but I know their names." He says intrigued and spontaneously, not losing Josh's body chilling.
"Who are they? What are their names?" He asks with a bit of aggressiveness and remorse in his voice to know the answer in anticipation.
"Will and Hailey." He says confidently. Josh gets up and curses lowly, passing his hands on his face to take the rage and provision. "I don't know why but I have the impression that I know them personally. And you told me that I didn't have a family or friends and they seem to have that kind of relationship. Do I know them or are you lying to me about my friendships?" In an impulse, the standing man jumps on the bed and presses aggressively his head against the bed frame and Jay bites the cheeks' internal part, making them bleed out and he tastes blood iron.
"Do you still have the fucking audacity to confront me, don't you?" With one hand still pinching his head, the other closes in a punch and lands three times consecutive on his ribcage. Jay gasps in pain and tear form in his eyes when he hears a snap from the local, or it is bruised or broken. "Don't you ever confront me or challenge me again, you're such a fucking liar." He lets go of the pinching and slaps the teary-eyed man, his head jerking back to the edge of the bed frame so strong that cut his skin's right cheek as the other man leaves the room, stomping hard and enraged and leaving his husband crying and in pieces on the mattress.
Five months after the marriage. Seven months after the abduction.
Josh had to go on a short assignment. Specifically, the customer insisted on today. Before leaving, he makes sure the door is locked and the medications are placed in drinks and food and besides the bed, a glass of water with a large dose of Viagra. The hypnosis and tapes calmed his husband down recently, he didn't argue and he ate, drank, and took his 'painkillers' after his nightmares. An intrigued doubt, where does this sudden memory come from? Everything was going so well. Ok, relatively well. Anyway, there is another more serious problem.
It's been a month since the shared nightmares and since that, Jay hadn't initiated sex and was unresponsive to Josh's attempts. It worked with Devil's Breath so he drugged Jay more often than he would have liked, not wanting to harm him again like the last beatings, but Josh intended to get Jay into a voluntary rapprochement. He's tired of Jay pretending to be asleep when Josh caresses him. He has enough Jay avoiding sharing showers.
But now he has to go. He checks the locks for the third or fourth time, makes sure Jay is asleep, turns the tapes on, and leaves. Little does he knows Jay is awake. But in a moment, he will find out about it. The cameras never let him down.
Jay opens his eyes.
His surroundings are clear.
He is clear.
Josh is gone.
He gets out from the blankets, doesn't take his medications, and started getting dressed.
He found a way to get out. He knows this house in the palm of his hands. That's the knowledge you acquire cleaning and investigating every possible escape way by instinct. He feels like a detective, like Sherlock Holmes or any tv series. Why would he have a detective's instinct?
He just wanted to go for a walk. In Josh's conception, he seems like a rebel teenager. He doesn't know why his husband refused him even something so simple. Is it too much to ask? He no longer argues about the house's keys or the TV remote control. He doesn't argue over the telephone or the radio. He is bored with cleaning up his home most of the day alone and eating meals previously prepared by his husband. He wishes his old liberty of cooking to himself. He has the feeling that he is going crazy because he hears voices all the time, his voice to worsen his craziness following Murphy's laws, saying that he has to obey, otherwise, he would be left alone.
He had enough.
Tired of being home alone most of the day.
Tired of doing nothing useful. Does he have or had any job? Josh told him he hadn't, told him his family and friends had rejected him and pushed him away for being gay…
But he feels he is going to get crazy, he HAS to leave the house!
He found an exit through one of the bathroom windows on the first floor which he fits in perfectly. After many attempts and trying in the meantime not to damage his already damaged body, he manages to get out. For the first time in months - if he remembers correctly, the last time he was outdoors was the day of the marriage so it's been five months - he enjoys the sun, admires nature, the sing of the birds and the street movements, people running alone, together in a group or with dogs for a very long time outside doors and not inside doors behind a window. He loves his freedom. Yes, he sounds like a kidnapped victim recently released from captivity or an innocent who was wrongly charged in jail recently released in life imprisonment or solitary confinement from prison but they might have something in common. He loves his freedom.
He goes further, wanting to explore his calm neighborhood, his solitary home, the blue sky, the unknown tree-lined street that lived, a small shopping center with merchants opening their shops or already in full swing announcing products, promotions or sales, the fresh air hitting sweetly and welcoming his face. He doesn't have any point of reference or a certain destination; his only objective is to walk as far as he can. Is there a park in the area? As a tourist and not a resident of whatever city he is, he asks innocently a merchant who gives him the coordinates and the route, he thanks and follows. He has almost reached the park's entrance when he realizes he is being followed; however, his realization is a bit too late before an aching tight grip on his biceps holds him in place.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Josh?" He is sure that if he looks himself in the mirror, he would be mistaken for a sheet of paper easily in how pale he turns on. "What...how did you know I was here?" He murmurs his question and is about to create a whole story to explain his unwelcome presence in a public park and reassure the furious and steaming man when his hand covers his mouth.
"Do not make me do a scene in front of everyone! You are coming with me, little boy!" He says as he drags the man to their car quickly, Jay trying to keep up with the intense pace imposed discreetly or walk away and run, calling the attention of someone who can help him. Failure. Josh parked the car in a not busy street; he is thrown inside the car on the front seat so hard and ungently he collides his head, stars on his vision and dizziness as the car is started.
The road was far from peaceful, Josh and Jay argued the whole way. Rage. Shouts. Curses. Cry. Every time Jay overstepped the bounds in his husband's limited limit theory, Josh pushed him off or slapped or hit him, especially in his barely healed knee, making him wail. As they reached the house, another confrontation and Josh led a confused Jay for a heavy punch on his face into the bedroom. Once inside the room, he forces the other man to drink the water with Viagra into deep his throat, giving no space room to the other man not to shallow, throws him on his stomach at the bed, undresses him, and locks his hands in a double set of handcuffs, securing them to the metal bed frame. Jay starts crying copiously and begs to stop. Josh isn't hearing as he takes the belt and, countless neither where he was hitting, whipped him. Back, buttocks or thighs. It isn't important. The punishment is to hurt. The hit's strength and velocity grow with each blow. He comes up with extra punishment that he hoped he wouldn't have to use. He once bought a 'chastity' cage with a penis ring inside. He wanted to use it during their sex game, not as a punishment.
"Remember, when I order you to stay at home, you have to obey me and stay at home. I thought you learned what the consequences of your disobedience are. Now, hips up!" When the scared and defeated husband obeys, Josh is already holding the metal device in his hands and proceeding to put it on. He begins by placing the flaccid penis in the longer section, sliding the ring into place, and locking it by squeezing it. Then, without preparation or lubricant, he just enters the anus of the beaten man with his long hard cock. He thrusts alternating speed; sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, hearing the victim's painful and miserable groans. After a long time, he comes.
"Let me cum, it hurts...Please, I'll be good..." The device is potent and doing its job perfectly in ensuring him from coming and making him desperate, agony overcoming his thought and mind and controls over himself as his cock is overfilled, so worked up and overstimulated that he can't get the erection to go away.
"No, you won't come anytime soon. You have been denying me sex for a long time, pretending to be sleeping. If I didn't love you, I'd have gone satisfy myself with a prostitute or found someone else for a long time. Be glad your punishment is just a cage, no beating up. Until further notice, you'll be tied. Without me, you won't even go to the toilet. And then going, you'll have arms and legs blocked. What happened is your unique fault. Now I will give you time to think and prepare an appropriate apology."
"Sorry, baby. Please don't leave me here alone..." Jay is sobbing and crying so much and loud that he is becoming breathless.
"You won't be alone for long. I will bring your dinner here tonight. You won't leave this place any time soon. And now for the last part of the punishment." Again, despite the hardcore sex he had just moments ago, he puts Jay's newest dildo on. Once the device is in place, the torturer turns it on the tightest setting and locks the ankles so that they can't move. However, every slight movement of the legs, just a squirm to relieve the pressure, caused additional pain in the anus as the dildo got inside. Jay sees stars for a minute, and the pressure in his groin worsens. He tries to breathe around the feeling. All Jay can do is cry, plead and try not to move. He doesn't notice the door opening and the husband going away until that is being closed and locked again. His mind starts to dream nightmares even crazier or hallucinating.
"This is Detective Jay Halstead, badge number 51163."
His entire name is Jay Halstead Delacroix. But his once single entire name was Jay Halstead. That's an undeniable fact. The intrigue is about the word before his name: Detective. Why in hell would he be called by a rank, more specifically a police rank with a real badge number, if he was supposed to have worked with his husband in the photograph company? The most awkward thing is it's himself saying the phrase.
"You're a cop?" A female voice.
Is he? If she doesn't know, why would he? He doesn't know the correct answer. It is positive or negative but he has a sensation in the top of his gut that the voice is familiar and he knows the owner.
"Intelligence, I want Intelligence."
Intelligence? What the hell is Intelligence?
"I was in the Army. Third battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment. My name is Jay."
He is saying that he was an Army Ranger. Afghanistan? Iraq? Pakistan? Yemen? Libya? He knows the conflicts his country fights overseas but he doesn't have the gut or skills to conflict. He is a peaceful man. Was he drunk or does he dream about being a soldier once or is he a comedian? How could he be a soldier?
"Your boy tough. He won't talk. You should be proud."
A terrifying male voice is heard from the distance, almost a mumble. It isn't Josh though. Who is he? He can't concentrate on who he is talking to because his body is aching and he is more to the unconscious' side to the conscious. His face is numb and he is sure he can feel multiple cuts on his face and his eyes are black and swollen. He can feel the blood from electrical wounds in his abdomen. It seems like he was just beaten up. Why would he be beaten up? Rough and firm hands hold him in his lower back and on his wrists above his head. Why would he be in a vertical position and hands above his head? About the man's speech: who should be proud of him because he is tough and won't talk? Talk about what? He can talk about everything without being beaten up like a punching bag like he was just talking minutes ago with Josh. Did they want something from him? That's why they beat him up. His vertical awkward position plus the beating plus the phrase. Why does everything lean towards torture? Why would he be tortured for?
"I'm lucky to have you in my unit."
It wasn't the first time he saw this grey-haired man. The voice is his most outstanding element, it's his unique grave and hoarseness. On the first hand, he thought he was his father because he calls him 'kiddo'. Is he the leader of a unit? A unit where he belongs to. Is it this kind of Intelligence Unit he mentioned before? Whoever the man is, he might be his superior in this kind of Intelligence Unit and for whatever reason, he is lucky to have him. Why would someone have been lucky to have him?
Where do the red-haired man called Will and the gorgeous blonde called Hailey fit into this mess conspiracy theory? Is he hallucinating as a way to escape from Josh's abuse? Was he a soldier? Is he a cop? Who are they? Was he tortured to deliver information but he stayed quiet and that's why whoever should be proud of him being tough Is that the reason why the hoarse-voiced grey-haired man is lucky to have him in his unit supposedly called Intelligence? Where does Josh fit into this mess conspiracy theory? Where does he fit into this mess conspiracy theory? Who is he?
Meanwhile in Chicago…
Will is devastated. His brother has been missing for 7 months. From what he calculated, Jay's 'marriage' lasted over 5 months. It wasn't enough for the bastard that he kidnapped, drugged, addicted to himself, and regularly raped him, implying that it was consensual. He had to shoot it every month, sending letters with photos and another USB stick from different locations. He only watched the first batch. He handed over each new one to Voight personally, without opening it. Unfortunately, with each new letter, the doctor's depression grew worse and even Natalie couldn't help him.
That day, he woke up with a strange, bad feeling. Not eating breakfast, he went to work just for coffee. Maggie had the same compassionate look that she always did when a package arrived. He picked up the envelope and wanted to at least look at the pictures, expecting a smiling brother. What he saw shocked him. Jay was tied to the bed, both arms and legs were tightly placed on the metal frame, he was lying on his stomach, you could see "something" protruding from the anus. In another photo, especially taken with a close-up, he noticed a piece of metal under his hips. Its position did not make it easy to identify the object, but the doctor had his suspicions. The description of the photo did not dispel any doubts, it was a clean cage. "Your brother was very disobedient today, Doc." There were still bruises on his naked back, as if from the waist, as on the buttocks and thighs. If the photos showed Jay's suffering to that extent, what movie was on the USB?
"Jay, brother, be strong. They will surely find you…" the broken and crying doctor spoke in a whisper to the photo showing the signs of a whipping.
That's it for chapter 10! What are your opinions on this chapter? See you next time! Bye!