Part Five
"We have to do something." Carter screeched as he headed toward Dave's tortured screams.
"No Carter don't, Carter wait for the police." Mark placed his arms around Carters waist to stop him proceeding any further.
"We can't just stand here. We HAVE to help him." Carter pleaded with Mark as he struggled loose from his grasp.
"Carter you said the guy had a scalpel if we go in we'll scare him and he might hurt Dave. You don't want that do you?" Mark explained patiently and softly to a confused Carter.
"No. No I don't want that but we have to stop it Mark. Listen to him!"
"I know Carter I can hear him but rushing in there will just make things worse. Wait for the police they're trained for these situations."
********************************** "Stop squirming. STOP. STOP NOW!" Billy screamed in Dave's ear as he continued to thrash around desperately trying to escape his grasp.
"Right enough I didn't want to have to do this but you leave me no choice." Billy approached the drugs lock up and pulled out the vile he had previously been clutching when Dave lost consciousness. Reaching for a syringe he slowly filled out an amount which Dave could tell, even from his angle, was far too much. As Billy rotated the vile between his long, pale fingers Dave caught a glimpse of the label....HALDOL.
"NO. NO Billy listen to me PLEASE that's too much. It'll kill me. PLEASE." Dave begged hoping that Billy would realise his medical knowledge was somewhat inferior to Dave's and give up.
"I just want to immobilise you. Is this the right stuff, how much should you get? I mean I want you to be awake but not struggling." Billy's question seemed so calm as if he was a worried parent asking Dave about their child's prescription.
"About a quarter of the amount you have in there now. You only need a little." Dave didn't know why but the thought of being drugged helped him cope with the idea of being raped. Sleeping through out the whole ordeal unaware of what Billy was doing was a spark of light at the end of the tunnel.
Suddenly a thought hit him – none of his colleagues would ever accept him or treat him the same again, no woman would want to go out with him and his strict catholic family would see him as dirty, tainted by the devil. He watched Billy squirt the Haldol out onto the floor. He made his decision instantly. He had found his escape route.
"No Billy that's too little you need more than that or I'll still be able to struggle and I WILL STRUGGLE."
Without questioning Dave's sudden change of attitude Billy filled up the syringe with a more Haldol then made his way back over to his position squarely behind Dave.
His breathing began to get heavy as he advanced on Dave the anticipation of what was about to happen exciting him and getting him hard.
Dave felt the first wave of pain rip though his body - it was like no pain he had ever felt before.
Not like the thousands of punches he had received at the hands of his father or various boxing opponents.
It felt like Billy was splitting him in half with each stroke another inch of his spine forced in two.
"Please...the haldol...please...please..." his screams had become whispers as he desperately tried to struggle a little so Billy would administer the drug and end his suffering.
Billy grunted heavily as he simultaneously thrust upward and stabbed Dave in the upper arm with the syringe he waited until the next stroke to inject.
Dave shut his eyes tight and allowed the darkness to envelope him welcoming the painless black it brought with it.
Welcoming the end of his torture
Welcoming the end of his life.
"We have to do something." Carter screeched as he headed toward Dave's tortured screams.
"No Carter don't, Carter wait for the police." Mark placed his arms around Carters waist to stop him proceeding any further.
"We can't just stand here. We HAVE to help him." Carter pleaded with Mark as he struggled loose from his grasp.
"Carter you said the guy had a scalpel if we go in we'll scare him and he might hurt Dave. You don't want that do you?" Mark explained patiently and softly to a confused Carter.
"No. No I don't want that but we have to stop it Mark. Listen to him!"
"I know Carter I can hear him but rushing in there will just make things worse. Wait for the police they're trained for these situations."
********************************** "Stop squirming. STOP. STOP NOW!" Billy screamed in Dave's ear as he continued to thrash around desperately trying to escape his grasp.
"Right enough I didn't want to have to do this but you leave me no choice." Billy approached the drugs lock up and pulled out the vile he had previously been clutching when Dave lost consciousness. Reaching for a syringe he slowly filled out an amount which Dave could tell, even from his angle, was far too much. As Billy rotated the vile between his long, pale fingers Dave caught a glimpse of the label....HALDOL.
"NO. NO Billy listen to me PLEASE that's too much. It'll kill me. PLEASE." Dave begged hoping that Billy would realise his medical knowledge was somewhat inferior to Dave's and give up.
"I just want to immobilise you. Is this the right stuff, how much should you get? I mean I want you to be awake but not struggling." Billy's question seemed so calm as if he was a worried parent asking Dave about their child's prescription.
"About a quarter of the amount you have in there now. You only need a little." Dave didn't know why but the thought of being drugged helped him cope with the idea of being raped. Sleeping through out the whole ordeal unaware of what Billy was doing was a spark of light at the end of the tunnel.
Suddenly a thought hit him – none of his colleagues would ever accept him or treat him the same again, no woman would want to go out with him and his strict catholic family would see him as dirty, tainted by the devil. He watched Billy squirt the Haldol out onto the floor. He made his decision instantly. He had found his escape route.
"No Billy that's too little you need more than that or I'll still be able to struggle and I WILL STRUGGLE."
Without questioning Dave's sudden change of attitude Billy filled up the syringe with a more Haldol then made his way back over to his position squarely behind Dave.
His breathing began to get heavy as he advanced on Dave the anticipation of what was about to happen exciting him and getting him hard.
Dave felt the first wave of pain rip though his body - it was like no pain he had ever felt before.
Not like the thousands of punches he had received at the hands of his father or various boxing opponents.
It felt like Billy was splitting him in half with each stroke another inch of his spine forced in two.
"Please...the haldol...please...please..." his screams had become whispers as he desperately tried to struggle a little so Billy would administer the drug and end his suffering.
Billy grunted heavily as he simultaneously thrust upward and stabbed Dave in the upper arm with the syringe he waited until the next stroke to inject.
Dave shut his eyes tight and allowed the darkness to envelope him welcoming the painless black it brought with it.
Welcoming the end of his torture
Welcoming the end of his life.
