Here's Part Five of The Fragile. Please Read/Review, as I do want to keep on writing and I would like all of your suggestions/comments on how to do better, if you have any. If not, I'll settle for simple adoration. J J You all know the deal…I don't own Profiler. Never have and unfortuanately never will…but if ya wanna complain about the third and fourth seasons, please direct your rants to NBC…and someone else who I will not even mention, he's not worth it…but you all know who I'm talking about. J It belongs to Court TV now also too. Lyrics of 'Wait and Bleed' are from Slipknot.
The Fragile Pt. 5
I wake up in darkness, blindfolded and with my hands cuffed behind my back. Moving my legs around, I guess that I'm in the trunk of the car, heading unwillingly towards…
I can't think about that. I WON'T. But the fact still remains that he probably had a hand involved in this little abduction scheme of his. He must have. I feel the first sparks of fury ignite inside me, and all I can do is curse myself silently for not listening to Bailey's advice earlier. No, I had to leave as soon as I got home to search that bastard's cell…I couldn't have possibly waited a couple hours…
I feel the car begin to slow down and a sickening lurch as the driver makes a sharp turn, then I get jostled as we go over a road filled with potholes.
Faintly, I hear music on the car's radio.
~ I felt the air rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I walk around where you can see
Inside my shell I wait and bleed…~
"Goddamn it, turn the fucking channel. How can you listen to that shit?" One of my kidnappers growls flatly as the music suddenly switches to country.
"Because I happen to like that "shit", as you so aptly put it," the other one snapped, "You have a problem with that? Besides, we're almost there…you could have been able to deal with it for a couple more minutes."
Time seems to slow down after he says that. A couple more minutes now somehow feels like eternity, then the patrol car slows and comes to a stop. I hear the car doors slam, and I shiver as their steps come closer to the back of the car. The trunk opens and I feel hands grab me and roughly drag me out of the trunk, then drag me somewhere else. The two men don't speak as we come to a halt.
Minutes later, I hear another pair of footsteps come closer. Slow, deliberate…patient. I resist the urge to shiver, because even though I can't see him, I know very well who the person is, and he knows I know.
"Kneel," One of the men growls. I smirk slightly. No way in hell am I giving Jack that kind of satisfaction. No way. At least not willingly.
"I said kneel!" The man shouted into my ear, a minute before my legs crumple underneath me with some help. My knees hit the rocky ground hard, and I can't stop the low groan escaping from my lips.
"Now is that any way to treat my Samantha, Darren? Please…show some respect…" Jack's voice slithers.
"Well considering you're the one that ordered him to do that Jack, I'd say he had no choice in the matter," I reply, not hiding the bitterness dripping from my voice.
"Would I do such a thing to you, Samantha?"
"You've done worse." Jack's laughter echoes around us, and I tighten my lips in grim determination. "You've wasted your time doing this, Jack. Whatever you want from me…your not gonna get it."
"I don't think you have any choice in the matter, Samantha," His voice teases, and I feel his hand caress my cheek gently. Revolted, I pull away and he laughs again. "No choice at all. Take her inside."
Yanking my blindfold and taking my cuffs off me, they shove me into a room and lock the door. I glance around, rubbing my wrists, not thrilled with what I see.
The room is fairly big, with two rooms leading off from it. Sparsely furnished, this room has only a table with a couple of chairs, and barred windows, not to mention a surveilance camera.
"Always knew you were a voyeur, Jack," I murmur, before calmly lifting my fists to the camera and giving it two middle fingers. "How do you like that view?" Picturing him steaming over that little show of defiance, I smirk and go into the two other rooms.
One's a bathroom, with all the usual amenities, plus another camera.
"Asshole," I mutter as I open the second door, pulling back as soon as I do so.
It was the bedroom, more furnished then the other two. Everything was white. Except, of course, for the roses and their petals strewn everywhere. On the bed, rose petals formed a huge heart.
"Oh, I'm touched," I say, trying to keep my voice steady, but it's shaky. Jack knows he's hit a nerve as I quickly get out of that room. Ah christ, I got to get out of here. Right now. I look for something, anything that would even be remotely useful as a weapon or otherwise, and with a cry of dismay, I find nothing. Nothing sharp, that I could cut myself with…or anyone else.
Tired from lack of sleep, I make my way to one of the chairs and slump into it, not wanting to crawl into that bed that Jack had so thoughtfully gotten for me, even though after almost two days of not getting any sleep, it was looking pretty inviting. Facing the door, I lay my head slowly down on the desk, hoping that Jack wouldn't choose that minute to barge in and try some of his mind games with me.
I feel my eyelids get heavy as I slowly drift off to sleep, knowing full well that he was watching me, probably smoking a cigarette as he did so. Too tired to really care, I sink into oblivion…