AN: This chapter was hard to write. We start to see how sadistic this guy is and it gets a bit violent. Also, it may be helpful to look up the impact of sleep deprivation. That in itself can be a type or torture and is a huge part of this chapter. In the next few chapters you will also see Maggie start to lose hope and see a changed state of mind... all due to the torture. I'd say enjoy, but...
Maggie's POV~
I hear him talking which wakes me up. I'm still on the cot and instantly start to fight against him until I come to my senses enough to feel the coolness of the barrel of his gun against my forehead. Then he moves so one of his knees is pressing into my ribs. The pain is enough that my vision goes black around the outside. I can't breathe, can't think. Then he grabs my arm and is forcing it down against the cot at my side. I don't realize what he is doing until his other knee is holding it down and I see the needle. I dont know what is in that syringe, but what I do know is I can't let him inject me with anything. I can't afford to have drugs in my system when I'm already so helpless. But how can I stop him?
Helpless. That's never a word I thought I would use to describe myself. I've always been strong, always done my job well. I've always been strong enough I could help others and still keep myself safe. But now?
I feel the needle enter my skin, but the pain pales in comparison to what I feel in my chest and the pain of knowing I'm at his complete mercy. Despite everything, all that I'm experiencing, the worse part is how I failed myself. How I failed my partner, my team. And I can't fight. I have nothing left. The little sleep I've had in the last few days both in the hospital and here isn't enough to help me heal. My injuries are only getting worse.
My world starts to disappear again, though the doubts never fade. No fight can prevent me from slipping into the nothingness.
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Extremely loud music is blaring which wakes me from the nearly unconscious state I had been in. It's so loud I don't feel the pain at first. Almost. But as I open my eyes and my brain starts to function, it comes rushing back in strong waves that could have knocked me over. In the next moment, my brain takes in the position of my body. My hands are chained together above my head connected to a hook on the ceiling. My knees are resting on the cold, hard floor, and I'm sitting on my heels.
The part that shocks me the most is that my shirt has been removed. Im standing there, the cold, damp air touching my stomach and back, and I can't figure out why. What does he want with me? But my exhausted brain is nearly useless against the banging music and little sleep.
I don't know how long the music played. It felt like days when it finally turned off, and suddenly it was so quiet that the silence almost hurt worse. I realize I have been crying as I feel the tracks of my tears on my cheeks but couldn't remember when.
By head starts to drop so my chin rests on my chest, now thinking I might get a break, but then I hear familiar footsteps down the stairs. I just need to sleep, just a few minutes. I can't even think straight.
"Maggie," I hear as the door opens, blinding me against the darkness. My ears are still ringing and for a moment I think I hear his voice instead.
"OA," I whisper, my voice almost giving out. I realize how thirsty I am.
I hear the laughter and know immediately I was mistaken. My hope is disappearing, and I have little left to hold onto.
He steps into the room, slowly, painfully slow. He has something in his hands and I'm mortified as I see the glint of light off the blade.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, sickly sweet. His hand comes up to cup my cheek, but I turn my face away. He grabs my chin forcefully to look at him and holds the knife to my cheek.
"I thought I taught you not to do that," he spits, furious. "Do it again, I dare you!"
Keeping the knife on me, he moves his head so his forehead is resting against my right cheek. He nuzzles into me and breathes deeply. I shiver involuntarily, and I feel the tip of the blade dig into my cheek in his frustration. I hardly notice the pain, I'm just frozen in the fear of what he plans on doing to me while I hang at his mercy. He stands up quickly and walks behind me. He pulls hard on the chain that hold my wrists together so that I am violently forced to stand. The yanking of the chain is enough to send my vision spinning and nearly dislocates my shoulders. Now my feet are barely touching the floor and every part of me is on fire.
The man comes back into eyesight and just stands there so close I can feel his breath on my face. His hand comes back up to graze my cheek, but I'm in too much pain to notice.
"None of this is my fault," he says sounding sincere. "If you and your partner," he continues spitting out the last word, "wouldn't have interfered, none of this would be happening. It's his fault, really. He did this to you. It's all his fault."
I suddenly grow angry, so angry I start to shake. "Don't put this on him!" I shout. "You did this, YOU!"
The volume of my voice surprises me, I didn't think I had anything left. It clearly surprises him to because he has the knife up to my cheek and his hand on my chin holding me In place as he slices down the flesh of my cheek cause warm blood to run down my face onto my chest. He growls and tells me to watch myself. He then folds the knife to my throat and says next time, he won't hesitate. But I don't feel fear. Not now. I'm ready to fight.
He turns away, setting the knife down next to some other things on a wooden box he is using as a table. I'm too far away to see what else is on the table, and don't want to know.
"I'll come back later when you are ready to play." With that he's gone and starts the loud music again. This time light floods the room so bright it hurts despite my tightly closed eyes. My head begins to pound.
This happens over and over. Sometimes after he turns off the lights and music he stays for mere moments to mess with me, running the blade along my skin, other times he does more. Tells me I'm weak and that it's OA's fault. Tells me they gave up on me. Tells me no one is coming. Or touches my body. Sometimes he caresses me and other times he is smacking, punch, cutting me. I never know what to expect and when I flinch he grows even more angry.
The visits start to blur together. I can't separate the injuries, the hate. My muscles are screaming, and the weight I'm putting on my wrists grows as I become weaker and unable to hold myself up.
Just when I think I'm about to die, when all hope is gone, as I'm about to give in all together, the music turns off and the lights dim. The door opens, and he comes toward me. His lips are moving but no sound is coming out. His brows furrow together and he slaps me hard across the face. He is talking again, looking for answers, but I can't understand. I just shake my head, my ears still not hearing him clearly enough to provide an answer. He hits me again. Again. Again.
"Stop." I try to say, "stop." I'm begging, finally too broken to care about my pride or appearing strong.
"Stop," I whisper one last time. I'm done. I'm ready for it to end. All of it. The pain, the exhaustion, the noise. My life.
"I think it's time to call your partner. Let's see what he says about your bad behavior." I see him grab his phone from his waist, dial, and hold the phone to his ear.
My heart starts to beat faster. One last glimmer of hope in my soul. OA? He's talking to OA? Maybe I can get him a message. But what can I say? What can I tell him? I know next to nothing that would be of help.
"Hello, Agent," I hear and I snap back to the situation at hand. I can't help it. "OA?" I'm shouting. "Help me, OA, please!" I hate the pathetic sound of my voice, the desperate need for someone else to save me, but I can't help it.
"Shut up!" the man yells. He grabs the knife again and holds it under my throat. I don't know what OA is saying, but I hear him screaming through the phone. He just keeps screaming, not even stopping for breath it seems, but then my captor comes up to me and drags the knife across my chest, deep. I scream out loud, screaming his name.
He then says, "Hear that? Shut up or there's more where that came from. Maybe next I'll slit her throat." Silence. I no longer hear his voice, and I suddenly wish he would keep screaming just so I could hear his voice for a few more seconds.
My captor has other ideas. "Maggie has been a bad girl. She needs to be punished. The direction the rest of this conversation goes will determine just how severe that punishment will be. Do you have what I want?" He waits and I hear the quietest murmur on the other end of the line.
"Good, good. Now here's what I want you to do. Drive them to the old factory parking lot at the 2500 block of Wright Avenue. Do you know where that is? Someone will meet you there. Then you will let him leave. When I get a call from my partner saying he has the weapons, I'll consider letting Maggie go. Do you understand? And if there is any sign the weapons have been messed with or you bring company, she's dead. You have 90 minutes."
My mind is racing. I can't hardly believe what I'm hearing. This is over the Javelins? This is the Zetas? Maybe he will let me go? What if he doesn't? I can't live like this. I can't do this anymore. My heavy eyes start to close, all my energy gone.
"You have 15 seconds," my captor says.
Then the phone is at my ear and I hear OA calling for me. "Maggie? Mags? Can you hear me?"
I just groan in response, too overwhelmed to speak.
"Mags, are you okay? I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. But I'll find you. I promise!"
His words move me to my very core. All too soon, the phone is pulled away from my ear, but still I shout, "No! No, it's not." I'm not sure if he heard me because my shout is more of a loud whisper and the call is disconnected. With that, he punches me in the ribs, once, twice, a third time and turns to walk out the door. Moments after, loud music fills the space, and I cry out in anguish because I know sleep won't come, not now, not with this volume, this noise surrounding me with out end. My only hope lies with OA, with his words and his promise.
BREAK~
I know my primary focus is getting the Javelins. I know that and do my best to stay focused, but I can't help but relive what I've done to Maggie and what more I could do. I never imagined I would have so much fun. It's been a day and I don't want to stop, don't want to give her up. I'll have to milk this for all it's worth. In the meantime, I have one more call to make. The other job Gorge, Andy and I have been tasked with is complete. The canisters and bullets are ready to be picked up. Those agents will never know what hit them.
AN: Just because I can, I'm giving you a second chapter today. Mari Ferrer, your comment made my day! I appreciate it so much! I hope this chapter lives up to all of your expectations. Please, please, please et me know what you think! Thanks!