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Chapter 14.
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'Higher then planes'
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Saturday, midday
Dennis was blowing restlessly his fingers on the keys of the keyboard ignoring aching back and wrists. He never thought it was possible for him to move them as if he was going to break speed of light. Finally he slammed his index finger the 'enter' key and waited impatiently. That rubbish everybody called computer was too slow!
"Dennis! Hurry up!" He heard Judy's moan and sent her an incredible look. But then he decided not to comment. He understood her impatience very well. They were running out of time. Everybody in the Chapel was getting very upset and snappy. Even those new police officers who not long time ago joined the Jump Street programme, and didn't know Tom well jet, shared the widespread nervousness and anxiety. Additionally they had to suffer Blowfish' continuous complaints and bad humour. Woe betides those who carelessly crossed path with him! Not to mention from three days they lacked working coffee machine and flooded toilets.
Finally Dennis turned his gaze back on the monitor, as there was quiet sound given indicating that the computer finished analyzing, and sighed resigned.
"God! It is too much!" He shouted. "We have no time to check all of those places in several hours."
"We have to narrow the search a bit more." Judy decided. "Any ideas?"
Dennis shook his head hopelessly and covered his face with hands. Last two days they were narrowing the enormous number of possibilities using method of trial and error, elimination, pure logic, intuition, knowledge (mainly drawn from FBI archives), common sense and God only knows what else. They finished with enormous (taking into account time they had left) amount of twelve results of the most likely places the ceremony could take place. Every of them was outskirts of the city. Somewhere there was Tom. But where?
"So, let's inform everybody about our results. They should start to check them." Judy decided at once. She just hoped Fuller and Ioki will manage to pull out something from FBI this time or that Doug succeeds with the priest he was going to visit. He said that father Dominic has great experience with satanists, he helped many of former members to get out from the sect...
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Tom was suddenly roused from his half sleep and hauled on his feet. Lethargically he wondered how and when it happened he quit fighting with chain. He didn't remember he decided to make break. Though he didn't bother about this as soon as he noticed with relieve the pressure on his swollen neck was abruptly released. Was it his time already?
He wasn't aware of his surroundings at all. Somebody grabbed him roughly by the arms causing him hiss through gritted teeth and pulled him outside his prison. Next thing Tom remembered was brutal meeting with the floor as somebody had thrown his numb body down on it. He didn't move, he even didn't writhe in pain, the actions caused. There was in him no strength enough to care. He just was waiting for something unknown to happen. Surely more pain and less hope.
But that what came next shocked him so strong it almost sent him into the edge of consciousness.
Water.
Water hit him and was flowing all over his body. He panted for breath completely dazed. Some hands came from nowhere and turned him on his back. Then somebody gripped his chin. Hanson opened his eyes. Guardian.
"Ceremony is coming, so you need to be shaved, Tommy." He communicated matter of factly and as he saw Tom's blank expression turning into some sort of interest and surprise he continued pleased: "And you need to be washed."
Tom didn't react; he was just lying on his back looking ahead dully. His head was spinning. Guardian's words didn't make sense for him. They wanted to wash him? Wasn't he going to be sacrificed by being stabbed into his stomach with some dagger? He surely misheard himself. Confused he closed his eyes, his thoughts distracted completely.
After so many days of being tormented by thirst he couldn't comprehend the amount of water which was surrounding him. The feeling of the liquid on his skin and lips intoxicated him. He never thought that simple water could work like the strongest drug or alcohol. The several drops he managed to swallow left him feel as if he was going to fly higher than planes. He licked his lips greedily lacking for more.
Tom felt somebody rising his shirt up, and then pulling it through his head, but confusion overwhelmed his senses so much he couldn't remember if it was good or not. Though when somebody started manipulating by his trousers a sudden alarm roused in his head causing all fog to retire gradually. He flinched weakly as he realized what was going on but strong hands pressed him to the floor. He looked down and terrified saw Guardian pulling down his trousers.
"No!" he screamed frightened and fought to escape.
This time the sudden rush of adrenaline gave him more strength to fight his attackers and finally he felt he achieved some success with struggling to free himself. But then next wave of water hit him and he almost choke as the precious liquid forced into his mouth.
Coughing, fighting for next breath, overwhelm by pain and shock he felt so drained that his moves became clumsy and easy to overpower. Finally Tom found himself being pressed to the floor by Jimmy holding his arms raised over his head and Guardian half lying on him with one hand pressing razor to Hanson's throat and another one holding his hair and bending head back.
"Now you will be nice boy and you won't move unless you want me to cut your throat."
Tom froze exhausted, his body rigid as if he wanted to melt with the floor. Even his crazy gasps slown down. He almost stopped breathing wishing himself become small and unnoticeable, so that they maybe forgot about him and left him alone.
The shaving was over soon. Guardian touched Tom's cheek checking quality of his work and smoothness of the skin under his fingers. The young cop flinched his head under that touch not hiding the disgust and hatred on his face.
"Piss off you sick pervert!" He hissed through his dry and cracked lips.
"Oh, Tommy." Guardian whispered to Hanson's ear with saddened voice. "Are you not enjoying my company? What a shame. And I didn't even start yet."
With those words he reached for soaking wet and well soaped sponge and pressed it against Tom's chest, causing stinging pain in all his scratches and abrasions.
Guardian moved his hand making circles slowly and with passion as if he was with lover. And doing this he still watched Tom, curious of his reaction. He wasn't disappointed. The young cop gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, trying to separate himself from the world. There was suffer, pain and shame reflected on his face, the mixture which Guardian liked the most.
He smiled satisfied and then started move his hand slowly but inevitably down Hanson's naked body following wet track the sponge left behind with his lips and tongue. With pleasure he tasted every inch of Tom's skin, every curve and every hollow of his shaped slim frame.
The action caused Tom tremble from debasement and humiliation when he realized what was coming. He started fight again with desperation, but only he was able to do was to hit Guardian with every course he managed to think of.
"It is useless, Tommy. I will get what I want. And I will enjoy it as well."
And he did.
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