Disclaimer: I still don't own them.
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Terror in the Night Part 3
Tom and Cassy were both silent now, waiting for something to happen, anything to give them an idea or hope of getting out of this place alive. Whoever was keeping them was either busy trying to figure out what to do with them, or enjoyed watching them grow more and more nervous as the minutes ticked by. Noise was absent from the building, neither of them had heard anything indicating another human presence in the building except for when Cassy had been brought to Tom's room.
"Maybe they just plan to leave us here to starve," Cassy couldn't help but voice her concern. "It doesn't sound like there's anyone around, so I doubt anyone will find us soon. Do you think they just plan to let
us starve?"
"No, I don't think so. If they were just going to let us die it would have been way easier and a hell of a lot quicker to just shoot us like they did our back-up. I think they have a reason for keeping us
here."
"Hostages? No, they could have just killed us, no one knows who they are." She said thinking out loud.
"Ransom?"
"That was my thought, these guys are robbers, they kill for money, I figure they see us as a nice way to get the state to pay up a pretty sum. After all, we're police officers, we work for the state."
"Tom," Cassy said dropping her voice to a whisper in case the camera also had a recorder, "you know as well as I do that the government hates to pay up to kidnappers, do you really think that they would
actually pay to get us out of here, instead of just rushing in here to get the bad guys and be the hero?"
"Well, It's nice to know you haven't lost your optimistic point of view," he said sarcastically as Cassy shot him a look.
"You know what I meant."
"Yeah, I do. Think about it Cass, we're as good as dead, do you really think that even getting the money, assuming that's what they're up to, that they are really going to let us go, you've seen at least one of
them. Do you really think they're going to let us live?"
"Nice to see you haven't lost your sunny out-look on life, either."
"Yes, but your partner does post an interesting question," a voice boomed into the room as the door swung open to reveal a large muscular man with jet black hair and cold green eyes. If it weren't for those eyes, he might have been attractive. He walked into the room, not bothering to close the door behind him. Tom could see the white walled hallway past the door, but nothing else. 'Apparently he's not worried
about someone wandering past and seeing him, or us,' Cassy thought to herself.
"Ahh, I see our beautiful young guest has found a way to free her voice," the man said eyeing the gag hanging around Cassy's throat. He kneeled down next to her and ran a finger down the side of her face, smiling as she jerked away. "It was a shame to have to hide that mouth before, but Jerry doesn't like profanity, and from what I heard, I'm not surprised he found a way to shut you up. Me, I'm much more open, and I like hearing a woman's voice saying dirty words."
"Why am I not surprised," Cassy said bitingly.
"Oh, you have a mean tongue, do you? Does it taste as hot as it sounds?" He forced her head to his and kissed her, forcing her mouth open as she tried to jerk her head away.
"Get your damn hands off her! Don't touch her!" Tom yelled, renewing his struggles against the ropes.
The man ignored him as he started to run his hand down the front of her shirt, pinning her against the mattress.
He kissed her again forcefully on the mouth when she opened her lips to protest. He started to unbutton the garment, closing out Tom's demands that he let her go. He smiled at Cassy as he whispered in her ear.
"Do you know how long its been since I've had the chance to have someone as perfect as you at the hands of my every desire?"
"Yeah, I guess it is kinda hard to have any woman want you while you're busy killing people for their money, isn't it?" Cassy shot back, trying to ignore the feel of his hands roaming over her body.
"Oh, that, does that sorta thing bother you?" he asked pulling himself upright. "I guess you'll have to get over it though, because after I'm done taking care of business, you and I are going to have some fun, the
rest of the guys are looking forward to it too. Maybe I'll even let your boyfriend watch," he said glaring at Tom.
"You touch her again and I'll kill you," Tom growled.
The man walked over to the chair.
"Oh, will you tough guy. You shouldn't make threats you can't keep, and I'll tell you now, I will touch her again, I'll do more than touch her, and so will the rest of my guys, so-what are you going to do about it?"
Tom drew back and spit as hard as he could in the man's face. The man raised his hand and delivered a blow to his face that caused the bone in his jaw to crack from the force.
Tom lost his battle to stay conscious as the man stormed out the door and slammed it closed behind him, making sure that both of his
prisoners heard the definitive click of the dead bolt before he walked away.
'That man is going to pay for that, no one who spits in my face gets away with it,' he said to himself as he walked back towards the front
of the building.
"Never."
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Terror in the Night Part 3
Tom and Cassy were both silent now, waiting for something to happen, anything to give them an idea or hope of getting out of this place alive. Whoever was keeping them was either busy trying to figure out what to do with them, or enjoyed watching them grow more and more nervous as the minutes ticked by. Noise was absent from the building, neither of them had heard anything indicating another human presence in the building except for when Cassy had been brought to Tom's room.
"Maybe they just plan to leave us here to starve," Cassy couldn't help but voice her concern. "It doesn't sound like there's anyone around, so I doubt anyone will find us soon. Do you think they just plan to let
us starve?"
"No, I don't think so. If they were just going to let us die it would have been way easier and a hell of a lot quicker to just shoot us like they did our back-up. I think they have a reason for keeping us
here."
"Hostages? No, they could have just killed us, no one knows who they are." She said thinking out loud.
"Ransom?"
"That was my thought, these guys are robbers, they kill for money, I figure they see us as a nice way to get the state to pay up a pretty sum. After all, we're police officers, we work for the state."
"Tom," Cassy said dropping her voice to a whisper in case the camera also had a recorder, "you know as well as I do that the government hates to pay up to kidnappers, do you really think that they would
actually pay to get us out of here, instead of just rushing in here to get the bad guys and be the hero?"
"Well, It's nice to know you haven't lost your optimistic point of view," he said sarcastically as Cassy shot him a look.
"You know what I meant."
"Yeah, I do. Think about it Cass, we're as good as dead, do you really think that even getting the money, assuming that's what they're up to, that they are really going to let us go, you've seen at least one of
them. Do you really think they're going to let us live?"
"Nice to see you haven't lost your sunny out-look on life, either."
"Yes, but your partner does post an interesting question," a voice boomed into the room as the door swung open to reveal a large muscular man with jet black hair and cold green eyes. If it weren't for those eyes, he might have been attractive. He walked into the room, not bothering to close the door behind him. Tom could see the white walled hallway past the door, but nothing else. 'Apparently he's not worried
about someone wandering past and seeing him, or us,' Cassy thought to herself.
"Ahh, I see our beautiful young guest has found a way to free her voice," the man said eyeing the gag hanging around Cassy's throat. He kneeled down next to her and ran a finger down the side of her face, smiling as she jerked away. "It was a shame to have to hide that mouth before, but Jerry doesn't like profanity, and from what I heard, I'm not surprised he found a way to shut you up. Me, I'm much more open, and I like hearing a woman's voice saying dirty words."
"Why am I not surprised," Cassy said bitingly.
"Oh, you have a mean tongue, do you? Does it taste as hot as it sounds?" He forced her head to his and kissed her, forcing her mouth open as she tried to jerk her head away.
"Get your damn hands off her! Don't touch her!" Tom yelled, renewing his struggles against the ropes.
The man ignored him as he started to run his hand down the front of her shirt, pinning her against the mattress.
He kissed her again forcefully on the mouth when she opened her lips to protest. He started to unbutton the garment, closing out Tom's demands that he let her go. He smiled at Cassy as he whispered in her ear.
"Do you know how long its been since I've had the chance to have someone as perfect as you at the hands of my every desire?"
"Yeah, I guess it is kinda hard to have any woman want you while you're busy killing people for their money, isn't it?" Cassy shot back, trying to ignore the feel of his hands roaming over her body.
"Oh, that, does that sorta thing bother you?" he asked pulling himself upright. "I guess you'll have to get over it though, because after I'm done taking care of business, you and I are going to have some fun, the
rest of the guys are looking forward to it too. Maybe I'll even let your boyfriend watch," he said glaring at Tom.
"You touch her again and I'll kill you," Tom growled.
The man walked over to the chair.
"Oh, will you tough guy. You shouldn't make threats you can't keep, and I'll tell you now, I will touch her again, I'll do more than touch her, and so will the rest of my guys, so-what are you going to do about it?"
Tom drew back and spit as hard as he could in the man's face. The man raised his hand and delivered a blow to his face that caused the bone in his jaw to crack from the force.
Tom lost his battle to stay conscious as the man stormed out the door and slammed it closed behind him, making sure that both of his
prisoners heard the definitive click of the dead bolt before he walked away.
'That man is going to pay for that, no one who spits in my face gets away with it,' he said to himself as he walked back towards the front
of the building.
"Never."