A/N: Hey dudes, I know I know, it's been forever, but never fear, chapter 8
is here! For anyone who was following this before, I suggest that maybe
you read chapters 6 and 7. This will help you understand what the heck is
going on.
Chapter Eight
"What are you doing?" asked Eryka. Jake swung Eryka around by the wrist and tossed her onto a wooden kitchen chair.
"I'm going to kill you, and all your little CSI friends," replied Jake as he grabbed a roll of duct tape from his black duffle bag he had brought in, (Eryka was too concerned with getting ready to even notice it).
"BUT WHY!?" screamed Eryka as she struggled against Jake's strength, kicking and flailing about. Jake continued to tape Eryka to the chair, first her legs and then her arms to the chair's arms. Then Jake replied to Eryka's question,
"Why don't you ask your little friend Pamela?" said Jake with rage in his voice as he gritted his teeth. Eryka tried to ask what Pamela did to make him so angry, but when she went to speak, a piece of tape came over her mouth. Just like that Eryka was in more trouble then she bargained for.
Pamela slowly slumped in her chair and dozed off while listening to sounds of the rain and Stormy curled into a little ball and dozed off also. However, no more than 5 minutes later, she woke up to sounds of Stormy barking. Pamela looked out the window only to see an orange tabby cat, soaked from the rain, taunting Stormy from the other side of the window. Pamela tapped the window to scare away the cat and stop Stormy from her barking. She then went to her room to watch some T.V and get ready for bed.
Morigan also had an unexciting night. She spent most of her time watching some T.V and thinking of the troubles that her day had brought on. She watched the rain through her window as she often did when she was at a lack for anything interesting to do. She sat and just thought, almost driving herself to insanity; one thought to another sometimes she would even confuse herself. Finally she slipped under her covers and fell asleep.
As Eryka sat duct taped in her chair she watched Jake's insanity grow heavier. Out of his duffle bag came needles and a gun. Eryka suspected that she was about to be injected with something and she was right. Jake jabbed a 2 inch needle into Eryka's vein in her wrist and then another. Just before Eryka passed out, she read the labels. One read 'cyclobenzaprine', a strong muscle relaxant usually used in E.R rooms. The other was Ambien, heavy sleep aid, only available in serious sleep deprivation clinics. The first would keep her from moving, making every bone in her body feel like jello, given the right dosage. The other would knock her out for at least 10 hours. Jake sat, leaning against the living room couch holding his gun. Eryka tried to stay awake but she couldn't fight the drugs any longer. She closed her eyes with the vision of Jake stroking his gun still in her mind.
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A/N: ok, really short chapter I guess, but read and review. Next chapter will be up before the end of next week, mark my words, today is October 9th.
Chapter Eight
"What are you doing?" asked Eryka. Jake swung Eryka around by the wrist and tossed her onto a wooden kitchen chair.
"I'm going to kill you, and all your little CSI friends," replied Jake as he grabbed a roll of duct tape from his black duffle bag he had brought in, (Eryka was too concerned with getting ready to even notice it).
"BUT WHY!?" screamed Eryka as she struggled against Jake's strength, kicking and flailing about. Jake continued to tape Eryka to the chair, first her legs and then her arms to the chair's arms. Then Jake replied to Eryka's question,
"Why don't you ask your little friend Pamela?" said Jake with rage in his voice as he gritted his teeth. Eryka tried to ask what Pamela did to make him so angry, but when she went to speak, a piece of tape came over her mouth. Just like that Eryka was in more trouble then she bargained for.
Pamela slowly slumped in her chair and dozed off while listening to sounds of the rain and Stormy curled into a little ball and dozed off also. However, no more than 5 minutes later, she woke up to sounds of Stormy barking. Pamela looked out the window only to see an orange tabby cat, soaked from the rain, taunting Stormy from the other side of the window. Pamela tapped the window to scare away the cat and stop Stormy from her barking. She then went to her room to watch some T.V and get ready for bed.
Morigan also had an unexciting night. She spent most of her time watching some T.V and thinking of the troubles that her day had brought on. She watched the rain through her window as she often did when she was at a lack for anything interesting to do. She sat and just thought, almost driving herself to insanity; one thought to another sometimes she would even confuse herself. Finally she slipped under her covers and fell asleep.
As Eryka sat duct taped in her chair she watched Jake's insanity grow heavier. Out of his duffle bag came needles and a gun. Eryka suspected that she was about to be injected with something and she was right. Jake jabbed a 2 inch needle into Eryka's vein in her wrist and then another. Just before Eryka passed out, she read the labels. One read 'cyclobenzaprine', a strong muscle relaxant usually used in E.R rooms. The other was Ambien, heavy sleep aid, only available in serious sleep deprivation clinics. The first would keep her from moving, making every bone in her body feel like jello, given the right dosage. The other would knock her out for at least 10 hours. Jake sat, leaning against the living room couch holding his gun. Eryka tried to stay awake but she couldn't fight the drugs any longer. She closed her eyes with the vision of Jake stroking his gun still in her mind.
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A/N: ok, really short chapter I guess, but read and review. Next chapter will be up before the end of next week, mark my words, today is October 9th.