Disclaimer: Prison Break doesn't belong to me but it is a lot of fun to take the characters out for a spin. .
We stand there just as they left us, not a word, listening, for the latch to click into place, and the sound of the their foot steps as they walk away, down the hall.
He leans in whispering as if they can somehow still hear him. " Since your willingness to sacrifice yourself isn't in question, keep in mind that anything you do to piss me off will bring a world of hurt down on the three of them."
With that he moves to the door checking the lock, looking back over his shoulder watching my every move as he goes "Try anything and I'll take you up there with me and make you watch."
Alone, the door secure he goes right back to where he left off by moving in to stand in front of me.
Looking past him trying to distance myself from what's happening by dissecting patterns on the wallpaper across the room he lays his hands one me while pressing his lips hard into my own.
My attempt to distract myself fails as he begins stroking rhythmically while running the tip of his tongue over my lips forcing me to close my eyes and slow my breathing in an effort to fight the waves of nausea rising up in me.
Standing there with his hands on me, while I focus on the three of them safely away from all of this, T-bag, without warning, stops everything startling me into opening my eyes when he suddenly backs away. " Nothing?""
He takes a deep breath, sighing, rolling his eyes at me as he steps back a bit. " It was worth a shot you'd be surprised how many acted disgusted by the mere thought, then when push came to shove, no one watchin', became oh so willing and agreeable.
" Not the case, with you, eh, Scofield? Shame!..." He steps back a bit more looking me over from head to toe. "...such a beautiful man! "
While it's all far from comfortable it's a hell of a lot easier to take this questioning rather than to proceed with how things were going just a few short minutes ago. As much as I want to look away I can't help watching him with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.
" You don't want my hands on you, fine, do it yourself, then."
While I have a very good idea what's he's getting at, the expression on my face must say otherwise prompting him to spell it all out with words and a hard to misinterpret hand gesture. " Jack off? ... Jerk off? ... hand job? Whatever euphemism you like. Either way you'd better get at it or I'm gonna do it for you."
Shocked by what I'm hearing I can't bring myself to do anything but stare at him in utter disbelief. " It's not that difficult. Never met a man who didn't know how. I know for damn sure this one lil request should be preferable to all the things you though I had planned for you!"
When I fail to move he takes a step forward reaching out for me growling one last threat. " Do it right fucking now or I will...? "
I slap his hand away before he reaches me angering him all the more. " Don't forget, Pretty, piss me off and I go after them."
" I said do it! "
Seeing no choice I close my eyes and take myself in hand.
I have to fight to keep them closed. I don't trust him enough to take my eyes off him but I'm forced to keep them closed anyway knowing I'll never be able to do what he's demanding while forced to look him in the eye. " That's right... Close your eyes and pretend I'm not even here. Close em' real tight and think of the pretty, pretty Doc until you can bring it home.
"Tell me, did she tell you she loves you?" The anger is his voice fades into a smooth, gentle tone that makes me wonder just how often he's done this sort of thing. " Because I'm pretty sure she does. The evidence speaks for itself don't you think? Walking out on the good life to be with you said a lot but it wasn't until she offered to take your place this afternoon..."
Stunned by what I'm hearing I stop. " That's right..."
He leans over urging my hand back into motion while whispering in my ear. " Don't stop now you were just starting to get somewhere..."
As I comply he moves away again picking up the train of thought and soft cadence of his voice without missing a beat. "... that's just what she did! She offered to go with me if I let you go. That right there says something, don't you think? She would have traded herself for you. Let her help you now... "
" Think of her..."
" Think of how she fits your body ... of how she pleases you.
" I've seen how she pleases you..."
" Let her help you do this one thing and you can go..."
" Let her help then go find her and the two of you can slip over the border onto a sunny beach where you'll forget all about me, this room, even forget all about Fox River.
He keeps at it and while the sound his voice ringing in my ears is distracting making the task difficult to say the least memories of her flooding through my mind bring me closer and closer. " Almost there now, Pretty ... keep your eyes closed."
My body beginning to shake, on the edge, I nearly stop as I feel him move in closer. " No, don't even think about stopping. I'm not gonna touch you, I swear"
In spite of his words he moves in closer yet forcing me to speak for the first time since it all began. " Back off then! "
He's so close now I can feel his hot breath against my skin as he speaks. " Sorry, no can do. Not gonna get it all over me when you come unless I'm nice and close."
" What? What the hell?" When I stop he grabs hold of my wrist, hard, jerking it back into action making his willingness to use force crystal clear.
" Don't stop! "
" So close now..."
" Finish it! "
" You can do it.
" Go back to thinking of her..."
" Think of how she was willing to do anything for you..."
" How you'll do anything to keep her safe..." I keep at it, pushing harder and harder determined to get it over with.
Repulsed by his nearness I do what I have to, just the same knowing I'll to do anything it takes to ensure they get away safely.
When the end comes I have to bite my lip, hard enough to draw blood, to keep from screaming in revulsion. Legs weak, stomach weaker, barely able to breath, I stumble backward nearly falling to the bed stopped only by his hand as he reaches out grabbing hold of my forearm steadying me. " Nice! Very nice, Pretty..."
Standing there soaked in sweat, shaking, trying not to think about what could be next I'm shocked as he lets go snatching my shirt from the floor, tossing it, hitting me square in the chest as he walks away. " Now get dressed."
Relieved to have him out of the room, dressing as quickly as possible, I hear the water run briefly in the other room before he returns, damp cloth in hand, and takes a seat on the bed next to the gun I'd failed to notice he'd left lying there when he walked away.
He looks up at me as if nothing had happened nodding nonchalantly for me to do as he says. " Have a seat."
Meticulously wiping every inch with the damp cloth, his attention so focused on the task at hand I'd have to wonder, if not for his words, if he'd even realize I'm still there. " I meant what I said to your brother. All you've done for him and now..."
He scoots across the bed pulling open the drawer on the nightstand shoving the bible forward to pull out a silencer. " He should be kicking that fucking door in and dragging you out of here..."
He screws the silencer into place wiping it as he goes. " But somehow he doesn't..."
I try to keep my cool but my voice, cracking as I speak, betrays me. " So you're going to kill me to make a point?"
He stands, gun in hand holding it lightly, unthreatening, between two fingers. " I see what he's made of..." Watching me carefully he lays the gun on the bed next to me. " Now let's see what you're made of."
Taking my eyes off him only a moment to look at what's being offered, to see the gun laying next to me on the bed, I turn back to see him seated, shoulders squared, hands on his knees, waiting. " Here's your chance. Pick it up. Blow my fucking head off and I'll never be able to bother any of you again."
" Do you have it in you, Scofield?"
" Ask yourself if you don't will I ever leave any of you alone?"
" How can you be sure when you leave this room I won't go after the boy... after the Doc."
Holding his defenseless posture he sneers in my face, pushing, challenging me. " Would you ever forgive yourself for letting this chance slip away if I caught up with them raped and tortured both of them until I got so bored of it all I slit their throats and wrote your name on the fucking walls with their blood just to remind you of the opportunity you let slip away."
Disgusted, ready to do what needs to be done I snatch up the gun closing the distance between us, pressing the barrel to his oil slicked forehead.
I stand there silent waiting for him to stop me, to defend himself, but he doesn't move a muscle.
Watching me, refusing to close his eyes, he looks at me dead on while daring me to pull the trigger. " Do it! Right here, right now! Show me you're no better. Show me you're a killer, just like me, Scofield."
My hand shaking on the grip, searching for the strength to pull the trigger, forcing me to use both hands to steady the gun.
He leans forward pressing the barrel into his skin. " Do it! Right fucking now!"
Standing there, wanting nothing more than to pull the trigger, but finding I can't, I lay the gun on the bed next to him. " I won't do it. When this is over, and it will be over, I'm not going to spend the rest of my in prison for murdering a worthless piece of shit like you."
Still seated he picks the gun up and lays it gently in his lap before looking up to me.
" Ironic, that's what's going to happen either way..."
"... I set you up."
His eyes go cold and dark as he speaks sending chills down my spin. " I've sent letters to all the right people. Told them we were lovers in prison. That we'd been together since the escape. I told them that you'd forced me to go after the boy and bring him to you or you'd kill me."
He smiles up at me tapping his fingernail on the steel of the gun. " I told them you were afraid the Doc and your brother knew about us and feared you'd kill me to keep the secret whether I brought the boy to you or not."
My head spinning from what I'm hearing I mumble, something I don't believe myself even as I say it, the first thing that comes to mind. " No one would buy it!"
He laughs in my face and the sound of his laugher causes my stomach to turn over repeatedly on itself. " Why wouldn't they? I mean of course there are people who'd say otherwise, rush to your defense, but in an unfortunate turn for you all of those people will have a hard time testifying since they're all a bit busy running from the law after you broke them out of prison."
" Then, of course, there is the evidence."
I stammer my reply caught off guard by the last thing I expected to happen when I walked into the room. " Evidence? What evidence?"
He lifts the gun off his lap raising it to his temple. " Both of our prints are all over this gun."
" The room near the elevator so the security cameras would get nice footage of all of you coming in and out of the room."
" More security footage with the Doc this afternoon to make them think she'd found out something that might make you angry enough to kill."
He rubs the index finger over the stains drying on his clothing. " Bodily fluids from one last tryst gone horribly wrong?
" Should all add up real nicely, don't you think?"
" You're bluffing. You wouldn't kill yourself T Bag! "
I try to convince myself its true but even as I say the words I know deep inside, in the end, there is no way to predict just what a man like this is capable of doing. "You value your own hide too much and you know it."
" Get ready to run Scofield. "
" Run and don't stop running!"
Looking at him sitting there staring me dead in the eye, gun pressed to his head, I manage to convince myself he's bluffing, that he won't do it right before he utters... " And as you run ask yourself how far will HE go to prove YOUR innocence?" ... and pulls the trigger.
TBC...