Content WARNING : This chapter contains an attempted rape scene
Jason looked up into the face of the cop who had hassled him on more occasions than he cared to remember. Jason's face looked as if it could've been carved out of stone. "Let Elizabeth go." Jason ordered.
Taggert's laughter rang through the warehouse, as if Jason had just told a joke. He stopped abruptly and leaned down to Jason, his face full of disgust and hatred.
"I am so sick of you. I couldn't take just one more day of this. I couldn't just stand by and watch innocent people die because of you and Sonny anymore. I decided to take things into my own hands." As soon as he said this he brought a knife into view. Without another word he plunged it into Jason's shoulder.
"I'm going to give back to you every ounce of pain that you've caused and then some." Taggert promised twisting the knife just a little before pulling it out and plunging it into Jason's upper leg. Jason let out a strangled groan, his head falling back. Taggert reached up and grabbed Jason by the hair, hauling his head back upright. "Don't quit on me yet, we're just getting started." Taggert said with a cruel grin.
Elizabeth choked back a sob. Not again, her mind screamed. Not again. This man was going to rape her and there was nothing that she could do. Her pleas for him to stop only seemed to excite him more. He moved his hand slowly down her belly, caressing her with small motions of his fingers, paused, then began to move back up, palm flat, fingers extended to touch as much of her as possible.
"JASON!" Elizabeth cried out. Anger flashed in the man's eyes and he hit her hard across her face silencing her. "Don't fight it or it will go a lot harder." He threatened. Elizabeth felt the bile rising up in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignore the feeling of his hands as he grabbed her breasts brutally. Instead she tried to focus on better things. Memories of Jason, their rides, and their future.
The door to the cell was flung open, bringing her out of her reverie. Elizabeth heard the unmistakable sound of a silencer and opened her eyes in time to see the man in front of her, the man who had been just about to rape her, fall over. His eyes were glazed and he had a small hole in his forehead.
Three men rushed into the room and untied her. One of the men, who Elizabeth recognized as Francis, her first guard and friend, helped her stand. He held her close as a wave of emotions hit her like a wall. She sobbed, clinging to Francis.
"It's okay Miss Webber. Mr. Corinthos sent us. We're here to take you home." Francis said soothingly, holding her safe in his arms. "Jason .. " Elizabeth said between sobs. "It's being taken care of." He promised, leading her out of the warehouse.
Night was just beginning to fall as they left the warehouse. Elizabeth looked at the bodyguard who held her protectively to his side. "Francis." She said. She looked at him and even after all that she had just been through, her lips twitched into a small smile. "I think that you can call me Elizabeth now."
Jason looked up into the face of the cop who had hassled him on more occasions than he cared to remember. Jason's face looked as if it could've been carved out of stone. "Let Elizabeth go." Jason ordered.
Taggert's laughter rang through the warehouse, as if Jason had just told a joke. He stopped abruptly and leaned down to Jason, his face full of disgust and hatred.
"I am so sick of you. I couldn't take just one more day of this. I couldn't just stand by and watch innocent people die because of you and Sonny anymore. I decided to take things into my own hands." As soon as he said this he brought a knife into view. Without another word he plunged it into Jason's shoulder.
"I'm going to give back to you every ounce of pain that you've caused and then some." Taggert promised twisting the knife just a little before pulling it out and plunging it into Jason's upper leg. Jason let out a strangled groan, his head falling back. Taggert reached up and grabbed Jason by the hair, hauling his head back upright. "Don't quit on me yet, we're just getting started." Taggert said with a cruel grin.
Elizabeth choked back a sob. Not again, her mind screamed. Not again. This man was going to rape her and there was nothing that she could do. Her pleas for him to stop only seemed to excite him more. He moved his hand slowly down her belly, caressing her with small motions of his fingers, paused, then began to move back up, palm flat, fingers extended to touch as much of her as possible.
"JASON!" Elizabeth cried out. Anger flashed in the man's eyes and he hit her hard across her face silencing her. "Don't fight it or it will go a lot harder." He threatened. Elizabeth felt the bile rising up in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignore the feeling of his hands as he grabbed her breasts brutally. Instead she tried to focus on better things. Memories of Jason, their rides, and their future.
The door to the cell was flung open, bringing her out of her reverie. Elizabeth heard the unmistakable sound of a silencer and opened her eyes in time to see the man in front of her, the man who had been just about to rape her, fall over. His eyes were glazed and he had a small hole in his forehead.
Three men rushed into the room and untied her. One of the men, who Elizabeth recognized as Francis, her first guard and friend, helped her stand. He held her close as a wave of emotions hit her like a wall. She sobbed, clinging to Francis.
"It's okay Miss Webber. Mr. Corinthos sent us. We're here to take you home." Francis said soothingly, holding her safe in his arms. "Jason .. " Elizabeth said between sobs. "It's being taken care of." He promised, leading her out of the warehouse.
Night was just beginning to fall as they left the warehouse. Elizabeth looked at the bodyguard who held her protectively to his side. "Francis." She said. She looked at him and even after all that she had just been through, her lips twitched into a small smile. "I think that you can call me Elizabeth now."