Chapter Five "Retrieval"
Previously: Turning down another short hallway she thought to be the exit way, she opened the last door by the window only to find.
When Casey opened the door, she almost swallowed her tongue. She wanted so badly to go home. She didn't find the door out; she found what looked to be a torture chamber. It was dark and only lit by small candles all over the place. There were chains, mace, ropes, what Casey thought to be beds, sharp, metal things, things Casey couldn't even imagine. It was like an executioners wet dream. Her mouth hung open while her eyes crawled over every unknown object in the room before her. Casey backed up and bumped into something. She turned to see Paul's stone cold face staring at her. Her shoulders lowered and she began to cry. Casey was going to turn and run, but she soon found there was nowhere to run. Paul went to grab her and as a reflex, she put her arms up in defense. He grabbed them and forcibly scooted Casey into the horrid room behind her.
On the other side of town, Olivia and Elliot were at the precinct gathering a team and preparing them for the worst. Munch looked up Paul Innate to see what case Casey supposedly threw. They all expected it to say grand theft or something minor. Paul was put away for sabotage, kidnapping, rape, and holding a young woman hostage at weapon point. The whole team of police knew now how much of a threat Innate was to Casey's life.
Six squad cars, each with four squad members in it, took off at an accelerating rate. Their destination was a quarter of a mile away from the precinct; normally, it would have taken them ten minutes or more to get there. This team got to 216 Greene Boulevard in four minutes and twenty- two seconds. In minutes, the building where Casey was being held was surrounded.
Inside, Casey fought Paul until she could no more. He hadn't yet raped her, but he had poked and pinched and chained her to his medieval wall where he was planning to take his torture to another level. Casey screamed until she was hoarse and kicked until she had exhausted her leg muscles. Finally, she lay limp against the wall with her head to the side. Paul had been busy in the other side of the 16 by 18 foot room. He walked over to Casey with something long and red. She knew what it was and began to cry again. What he held in his hand was a strong, leather, strap. He took her from the chains and carried her to the makeshift bed. There, he pulled her clothing off. She shuttered because she knew there was nothing she could do about it. Casey looked up trying to keep her mind off of the abuse she was encountering. An idea sprung into her head. She saw a club above her head. Since she wasn't tied up, and Paul seemed to be wrapped up in his doings, she reached above and grabbed the club. As hard as she could, she slammed it down on his head. He stepped back and held his head. Casey jumped off of the bed and grabbed her clothes; she felt absolutely humiliated without her body covered. She ran to the corner and dressed; then she hid in the corner out of sight. Paul had come back to earth and decided to make it even. Casey was curled up with her hands covering her head when Paul was reaching above his head ready to bring the club down on her head. Just then, the door busted open and two gunshots were fired. A dead Paul Innate fell on Casey. She screamed and curled into a tighter ball. Elliot and Olivia raced over to Casey and moved the dead body off of her. Casey was in shock. She was shaking and crying when Olivia walked her to the car.
A/N: Not the end. I know this part kinda sucks but ya know.I tried. Oh well. Tell me if you like it. Thank you!! :)
Previously: Turning down another short hallway she thought to be the exit way, she opened the last door by the window only to find.
When Casey opened the door, she almost swallowed her tongue. She wanted so badly to go home. She didn't find the door out; she found what looked to be a torture chamber. It was dark and only lit by small candles all over the place. There were chains, mace, ropes, what Casey thought to be beds, sharp, metal things, things Casey couldn't even imagine. It was like an executioners wet dream. Her mouth hung open while her eyes crawled over every unknown object in the room before her. Casey backed up and bumped into something. She turned to see Paul's stone cold face staring at her. Her shoulders lowered and she began to cry. Casey was going to turn and run, but she soon found there was nowhere to run. Paul went to grab her and as a reflex, she put her arms up in defense. He grabbed them and forcibly scooted Casey into the horrid room behind her.
On the other side of town, Olivia and Elliot were at the precinct gathering a team and preparing them for the worst. Munch looked up Paul Innate to see what case Casey supposedly threw. They all expected it to say grand theft or something minor. Paul was put away for sabotage, kidnapping, rape, and holding a young woman hostage at weapon point. The whole team of police knew now how much of a threat Innate was to Casey's life.
Six squad cars, each with four squad members in it, took off at an accelerating rate. Their destination was a quarter of a mile away from the precinct; normally, it would have taken them ten minutes or more to get there. This team got to 216 Greene Boulevard in four minutes and twenty- two seconds. In minutes, the building where Casey was being held was surrounded.
Inside, Casey fought Paul until she could no more. He hadn't yet raped her, but he had poked and pinched and chained her to his medieval wall where he was planning to take his torture to another level. Casey screamed until she was hoarse and kicked until she had exhausted her leg muscles. Finally, she lay limp against the wall with her head to the side. Paul had been busy in the other side of the 16 by 18 foot room. He walked over to Casey with something long and red. She knew what it was and began to cry again. What he held in his hand was a strong, leather, strap. He took her from the chains and carried her to the makeshift bed. There, he pulled her clothing off. She shuttered because she knew there was nothing she could do about it. Casey looked up trying to keep her mind off of the abuse she was encountering. An idea sprung into her head. She saw a club above her head. Since she wasn't tied up, and Paul seemed to be wrapped up in his doings, she reached above and grabbed the club. As hard as she could, she slammed it down on his head. He stepped back and held his head. Casey jumped off of the bed and grabbed her clothes; she felt absolutely humiliated without her body covered. She ran to the corner and dressed; then she hid in the corner out of sight. Paul had come back to earth and decided to make it even. Casey was curled up with her hands covering her head when Paul was reaching above his head ready to bring the club down on her head. Just then, the door busted open and two gunshots were fired. A dead Paul Innate fell on Casey. She screamed and curled into a tighter ball. Elliot and Olivia raced over to Casey and moved the dead body off of her. Casey was in shock. She was shaking and crying when Olivia walked her to the car.
A/N: Not the end. I know this part kinda sucks but ya know.I tried. Oh well. Tell me if you like it. Thank you!! :)