This chapter is rated 'M' for content...be warned that there is a rape scene or two herein, though nothing too specific is mentioned.

Warning: Dark chapter ahead!

Please don't dismiss this story because of this chapter. I will say that things are not what you think so bear with me and all will be revealed in time.

Danger Zone.

By Lingren.

Previously:-

"Now that doesn't surprise me," Sam added dryly. "They had to be false. A cover up for their shooting and going after the Colonel, most likely!" she sighed.

Davis agreed, but proving it was going to be hard.

Chapter 7

Jack was hallucinating. He couldn't make out who was there, but he knew he was no longer alone.

"Jack?"

It was a woman's voice. Jack was angry with her. He didn't know why; he just couldn't remember what had stirred up his irritation with her, but he had to shut her up and escape. He waited until she got nearer then lunged at her, knocking her to the floor. She released a screech as she crumpled under his weight, hitting the floor hard.

He took great pleasure in her terrified cries as he straddled her hips, holding her there with all his strength.

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Sharon had looked up in relief when Jack was returned to their room. He was practically thrown through the doorway. She called out to him, but she could see he was under the influence of drugs still. She had no idea what they had given him again, but he seemed different somehow; more... She couldn't put her finger on what was wrong.

"Jack?" she called gently, placing her hand on his shoulder as he knelt on all fours breathing heavily, his head hanging down between his shoulder blades. There was a strong smell of alcohol on him and she scrunched up her nose in disgust, wondering what they were playing at. Was he drugged or just plain drunk?

He suddenly reared up and knocked her to the floor, covering her body with his. Just as quickly he sat up, straddling her body between his thighs, his strong hands gripping her wrists viciously. She hadn't seen the wicked gleam in his eyes before, but she knew what that ugly lascivious leer meant only too well. The alcohol on his breath made her cringe away, frowning with distaste.

"Jack? Wha...what are you doing? Ouch! That hurts Jack, please don't..." she gasped in fright as he now began to rub himself against her with a desperate throaty growl. "Jack? This isn't right. Please...d...don't do this!" she cried, wondering what they hell they had done to him because this wasn't like the Jack she knew. This Jack was crazy, like he wanted to hurt her on purpose and that by the look of things was going to use her.

Jack sighed in pleasure as he rubbed, getting more and more excited and aroused as the friction grew. He pulled Sharon's hands up over her head and held them with one hand while he pulled at her clothing.

Sharon gasped in shock at what he was doing and struggled all the more to prevent him from abusing her body, but he was strong if nothing else and her efforts were in vain. She screamed, terrified at the wild look in his eyes, but her cries for help went unheeded.

He panted; his heart beating wildly as he entered her roughly and grunted with urgent ecstasy while he strived towards completion.

All the time Sharon bleated out in denial, begging him to stop; but he took no notice of her cries and carried on with his abuse.

Sharon lay utterly defeated as she sobbed in distress, hurting and ashamed. Jack eventually yelled out in triumph as he reached the pinnacle of completion. Slumping heavily over her slender body, he finally released her wrists. After a few minutes to regain his breath, he slipped from her, lying on his back beside her in utter exhaustion, but fully sated; a smug smile of satisfaction on his face and his clothes in disarray as much as hers were.

She pulled her skirt down once more and curled up into a miserable ball, facing away from him, her tears unchecked. She couldn't even bear to look at him any more. Deep down she knew it probably wasn't his fault; he was drugged, but still, perhaps there was a little bit of him that had wanted to be enjoying it so much. Her heart broke all over again, and she ignored him when he stood up and tucked himself in, zipping up with a flourish and an extended sigh of fulfilment.

He staggered over to the door, banging on it loudly for one of the guards to come, yelling that he'd finished with her.

Sharon was aware of someone approaching and the next thing the door opened and Jack was removed from her presence. She watched the door slam shut and broke into fresh sobs as she cried softly, wondering what they were going to do with her now. Would they feed him yet more drugs and allow him to rape her again? Or perhaps they would take turns themselves. Whichever way it went, neither outlook was particularly inspiring. Maybe even now they were plotting to kill her off, as she was certainly a witness to their kidnapping. Though what she was supposed to do about Jack was another matter. That point solved itself when she could hear wicked laughter in the passage outside and Jack's voice boasting of his performance. Jack would, she decided, take his rightful place in prison for violating her body, as much as the others would for kidnapping her.

She didn't want to think of Jack's duplicity; she couldn't bear to think of him as just some dumb jerk who was after a good time and who raped innocent victims. At the uselessness she felt once more she indulged in a hearty bout of tears.

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Jack felt hands grabbing him and he was yanked away from the body underneath him. He staggered backwards unsteadily, falling to his much abused knees where he was held there firmly.

The woman stood, glaring down at her prisoner while she pulled her clothing back into some semblance or order. She approached him and someone grabbed a handful of his hair so that his chin came up. She then backhanded him across the face, splitting his lip.

A little trickle of blood leaking from the side of his mouth was nothing he hadn't had before. Been there, done that, yadda, yadda. His vision was still swimming, but he tried to make sense of the image standing in front of him. Dark haired, she had long dark hair, like Sharon.

Sharon?

Nope, not Sharon. She wouldn't hit him. Sharon was a nice girl.

In the periphery of his vision he saw someone pass her what looked like a bottle filled with an amber liquid and the next thing he knew, the glass neck was forced between his lips. He tried to buck them off, wrenching his face free, but strong hands held fast, and someone pinched his nose while the bottle tipped up.

The liquid burned his throat as it filled his mouth. Scotch? They were making him drink alcohol after the cocktail of drugs he'd been shot up with? God help him, he sighed angrily. He choked over it, but he did swallow a lot of the fiery drink. His head swam unpleasantly and once or twice he thought it might roll off his shoulders altogether. He gagged again and they pulled the bottle away, satisfied that he had had enough for now. They sprinkled the rest of the bottle over his chest, guaranteeing that the fumes would have an effect on him too.

He swayed alarmingly when they hoisted him to his feet and dragged him back to the room he shared with Sharon. Shoving him in roughly, he fell onto his front and stayed there while he waited for the room to settle it's spinning motion.

All the time he lay there he was thinking about Sharon and how she was faring. He thought she had gone, because there was no reaction to his entrance as he'd expected.

When he could, he rolled onto his side and saw the young woman so obviously in distress, eyeing him warily which made him wonder what they had done to her. Her face was red and tear stained, and every now and then she released a shuddering sob.

He pushed himself up onto his elbow and squinted to see her better.

"Sharon," he slurred round his thick tongue, "Wha'sss up?"

She ignored him and buried her head in her arms and sobbed even more.

He pushed himself upright and staggered over towards her slowly so as not to frighten her.

"Hey!" he cried, reaching out to gently touch her chin.

She flinched and scurried sideways away from him, spitting oaths.

"Keep away from me Jack. I hate you!"

Jack was dumbfounded. What had he done to deserve her show of disapproval and animosity? he wondered.

"What?" he begged. "What'sssamadder?"

She snorted in disgust, keeping him at a distance as he moved closer again.

"Sharrron...di...did I...hurt you?" he puzzled. "Tell me? 'Cos if I did, I don' remmmemmba!" he said slowly, trying to think passed the buzzing in his head. He was loosing it fast. He couldn't fight it any more and muttered an 'Oh god!' as he fell to his knees when the room spun wildly. His body then gave in and he slumped to the floor in a drunken stupor just before the lights went out.

Sharon sobbed harder, and skirted the unconscious form of her abuser to sit huddled in the farthest corner away from him. There she stayed until finally after what had seemed like hours, someone came for them.

They picked Jack up and dragged him away, laughing between them at some huge joke only they were party to. This time they came back for her and bound her hands together then blindfolded her once more. They bundled her into a van and sped off she knew not where.

What seemed like hours and a very long drive later, the van opened and she sensed someone approach. She could smell the alcohol. Jack. It was Jack again? He reeked of the stuff.

She heard the door shut behind him and knew without a doubt what was in store for her again. She whimpered, muttering against him as he engulfed her in a rough embrace. She fought back, lashing out in defence, as he squashed his lips to her mouth. She wasn't going to be an easy target this time. She bit down on his tongue as it pushed into her mouth, then kicked and scratched, and in the darkness behind her blindfold, her other senses picked up the muttered curses when her hands and feet encountered his flesh.

"Bitch," he snarled angrily and backhanded her violently. "So you wanna fight huh? I'll teach you to bit me!"

She fell onto her back from the violence of the hit and before she could think about moving, he was on her as before, ripping her clothes in his haste.

He plunged into her with all his might and anger drove him to violate her body with a vicious energy, spurred on by her resistance.

Sharon screamed and yelled, but all he did was grimace until he cried out his release, lying on top of her until his ragged breathing calmed enough for him to move.

She heard him zip up his pants and the door open. She could feel the fresh air of the countryside hit her as it filled the van, clearing the fetid smell of his alcohol ridden form when he jumped down.

She could hear soft voices and laughter. Suddenly she was pulled from her distress by strong hands and dumped unceremoniously onto the ground. It was raining and the mud beneath her feet, soft and squishy. Someone put the cold steel of a gun to her head and she stilled her trembling motions as much as she could. Then her hands were freed, and a cold voice droned out beside her ear.

"Don't move, turn round or breathe until I'm gone!" Jack said, making her cringe at his words and foul breath as it wafted so close to her nose. "Understand?"

She nodded okay and felt him fumbling to remove the blindfold. She stayed there wondering what he would do next, but all thoughts fled as she felt something hard hit her and her consciousness fled.

TBC