"Come on Morgan wakey wakey." A familiar voice said. Jason shook his head
groggily. He found that his blindfold had been removed and looked around
quickly. He was now cuffed to a chair in a small dingy room that was only
partially lit by a bulb somewhere overhead.
"It's no fun torturing someone if they're not awake to scream." The voice said menacingly. Jason said nothing, still scanning the room for a way out. Something cold and hard made contact with his face, making the whole left side of his head feel on fire.
But Jason didn't utter a sound. He brought his head up to defiantly meet the eyes of his attacker. When the man's face came into view the look on Jason's face changed briefly from one of anger to one of shock.
"Surprised to see me?" Taggert said smiling psychotically.
Elizabeth was freaking out. She was so worried about Jason that she didn't even hear the door to her cell open. "Well, aren't you just a pretty little thing?" The guard said circling around her chair.
Elizabeth's attention went immediately to the man who was now standing in front of her. He was a tall man, not extremely heavy but not a thin man either, and he smelled like he hadn't known a bar of soap all his life.
"What do you want?" Elizabeth asked, hiding the fear in her voice as she eyed the man warily. The man squatted down so that he was at her eye level. "I just want to get to know you better." He said placing a hand on the upper inside of her thigh.
"You're sure that Jason's in there?" Sonny asked Benny. Sonny, Benny, and about half a dozen of Sonny's men were standing outside of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse.
The roof of the building was hanging so low that Sonny was worried that it might collapse at any minute. All the windows of the building were either broken or blacked out and the stench of garbage hung heavily in the air.
"Positive." Benny answered. Sonny nodded to his men, who all had their guns drawn and ready. He pointed to three of his best men. "You find Elizabeth Webber and get her out of there." He ordered. "You other three come with me to get Jason. And Benny, you stay here. If we're not out in a half hour you know what to do."
"Get your damn hands off of me." Elizabeth commanded, her fear now giving way to fury. Something told her that he wasn't even listening to anything she said anymore. The hand that had been resting on her thigh had changed positions and was now aiding the other one in prying her legs apart.
"You don't want to do this." Elizabeth threatened weakly. The man laughed roughly. "I really really do." He said with a grunt as he finally managed to pry her legs apart. As he forced her legs open she was flooded by memories of when she was fifteen. He knelt between her legs and reached up to undo her jeans.
"It's no fun torturing someone if they're not awake to scream." The voice said menacingly. Jason said nothing, still scanning the room for a way out. Something cold and hard made contact with his face, making the whole left side of his head feel on fire.
But Jason didn't utter a sound. He brought his head up to defiantly meet the eyes of his attacker. When the man's face came into view the look on Jason's face changed briefly from one of anger to one of shock.
"Surprised to see me?" Taggert said smiling psychotically.
Elizabeth was freaking out. She was so worried about Jason that she didn't even hear the door to her cell open. "Well, aren't you just a pretty little thing?" The guard said circling around her chair.
Elizabeth's attention went immediately to the man who was now standing in front of her. He was a tall man, not extremely heavy but not a thin man either, and he smelled like he hadn't known a bar of soap all his life.
"What do you want?" Elizabeth asked, hiding the fear in her voice as she eyed the man warily. The man squatted down so that he was at her eye level. "I just want to get to know you better." He said placing a hand on the upper inside of her thigh.
"You're sure that Jason's in there?" Sonny asked Benny. Sonny, Benny, and about half a dozen of Sonny's men were standing outside of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse.
The roof of the building was hanging so low that Sonny was worried that it might collapse at any minute. All the windows of the building were either broken or blacked out and the stench of garbage hung heavily in the air.
"Positive." Benny answered. Sonny nodded to his men, who all had their guns drawn and ready. He pointed to three of his best men. "You find Elizabeth Webber and get her out of there." He ordered. "You other three come with me to get Jason. And Benny, you stay here. If we're not out in a half hour you know what to do."
"Get your damn hands off of me." Elizabeth commanded, her fear now giving way to fury. Something told her that he wasn't even listening to anything she said anymore. The hand that had been resting on her thigh had changed positions and was now aiding the other one in prying her legs apart.
"You don't want to do this." Elizabeth threatened weakly. The man laughed roughly. "I really really do." He said with a grunt as he finally managed to pry her legs apart. As he forced her legs open she was flooded by memories of when she was fifteen. He knelt between her legs and reached up to undo her jeans.