Slowly Ezra started to come out of the fog clouding his brain, his head still throbbed maybe I should call in today he thought to himself as he began to gain consciousness apparently sleep hadn't helped his migraine. Slowly he began to realize something was wrong, a spike of pain shot through his shoulder bringing him back to full consciousness and he moaned. Opening his eyes he realized that he was lying bent over a table his stomach and chest resting on the table top his arms stretched out above his head and tied. Apparently to the far table legs. His ankles to the closer table legs. He appeared to be in a storage room of sorts. Ezra tried to pull at the cord binding him, but all he managed to do was send more pain shooting down his left shoulder. He almost passed out again from the pain, but a voice brought him around again. "I see you're awake, good now we can have some fun." It was Danielson standing there looking at Ezra as he struggled.
"What do you want?" Ezra asked.
"Oh plenty. " Danielson replied. "But first you and I are going to get to know one another very well my pretty little federal agent." Ezra furrowed his brow in confusion. "First we need to get rid of some of these clothes." The criminal stated rather matter of fact as he ran a hand over Ezra's dress shirt. Ezra realized his jacket was missing, then he spotted it on the floor beside the table.
Suddenly a buzzing noise broke the silence. Ezra felt the phone in his back pants pocket vibrate. "Now we don't want any interruptions." Danielson purred as he slowly slid his hand over Ezra's backside as he reached for the phone. Ezra jerked his hips forward into the table at the unwanted, and unexpected touch. "Now, now don't be shy" Danielson scolded. He removed the phone from Ezra's pocket and looked at it. "Who is 'Bad Element'? He asked. If the situation had not been so desperate Ezra would have grinned. "The man who is going to find you and destroy you and your whole operation." Ezra informed his kidnapper. Danielson threw the phone on the floor and crushed it under his heel. "You're awfully mouthy, maybe we should fix that." He brought out a dirty handkerchief from somewhere, and stuffed it in Ezra's mouth. "Too bad he won't be here in time to save you." At those words Ezra broke into a cold sweat.
"Now" Danielson whispered next to Ezra's ear "where were we?" suddenly Danielson wrapped his arms around Ezra's waist from behind and started to undo Ezra's belt buckle. "NO!" Ezra's yell was muffled, he shook his head vigorously and tried to get away only to find himself still held fast by the ropes. "Oh yes" Danielson breathed and placed a kiss on Ezra's neck. Danielson grabbed the back of Ezra's collar and tore the shirt down the back. "Tell me, have you ever taken a man before?" He pulled down Ezra's pants and underwear leaving them around Ezra's ankles. Ezra bucked and fought but the restraints remained firmly in place with very little give.
Danielson placed a finger in Ezra's tight little hole and Ezra yelped at the intrusion. "Apparently not" Danielson answered his own question. "I am going to enjoy this, you're so tight." Danielson smacked Ezra's bare backside causing Ezra to jerk again. Tears streaming down his cheeks Ezra tried to prevent the intrusion but because of the placement of his legs he couldn't. He kept hoping that any second the door was going to burst open and his team would be there to rescue him. But logically he knew it wasn't going to happen, they didn't know where he was because he had gone in alone before his backup had arrived. Danielson produced a cheroot cigar and lit it, puffing on the end, blowing a ring of smoke into Ezra's face he smiled menacingly.
"I think I need to mark that sweet little butt of yours." he whispered. Ezra wasn't sure what the man meant but a sense of foreboding swept over him. Kneeling behind Ezra so he was at eye level with his intended canvas Danielson took the lit cigar out of his mouth and pressed it into the flesh in front of him. Ezra felt the searing burn on his already hypersensitive skin, and screamed. Danielson didn't stop just smiled and pressed the lit end of the cigar into the tender flesh of Ezra's backside over, and over until the burns had formed a capital letter 'D'. Darkness crowded the edge of Ezra's vision.
Suddenly Danielson stood up. Grabbing Ezra's hips he positioned himself. Quickly he undid his own belt and unzipped his pants. Then with no lubrication, and basically no preparation, he thrust himself all the way inside Ezra, holding tight as the man screamed into the gag. Ezra's eyes dilated, and fireworks exploded behind his eyes. He felt himself tearing, and blood dripped down his legs as Danielson forced his way past the tight ring of muscle. And suddenly the last thing Ezra wanted was for the team to walk in and see him like this. Shame burned his face.
Danielson continued to assault him, kissing and biting his way down Ezra's back. All the while whispering filthy things in Ezra's ear. Danielson bit down hard on the space between Ezra's neck and shoulder drawing blood as he came with white hot fire inside Ezra's already battered body. When Danielson finally finished Ezra sobbed with relief. "Well unfortunately that's all we have time for today, I need to catch a train after all." Danielson spoke as though nothing had happened. "By the way you were magnificent just like they said." With that he cut the ropes on Ezra's wrists leaving the agent to remove the gag and untie his own ankles which gave Danielson time to get away.
Ezra was unsure how long he sat shivering in the dark little storage room after freeing himself, eventually the thought that he should get to a phone and check in settled in his mind and he slowly pulled himself up off the floor, his body screaming at him as he did. Adjusting his clothing, he put his jacket on to cover the ripped shirt, Ezra cautiously walked toward the door. As soon as he exited the room he knew where he had been, it was apparently a small little used storage room at the back of the train station. Down the hall from the bathrooms, and far enough away from everything else that no one would have noticed the muffled screams from inside.
Walking toward the main entrance of the building Ezra was noticed and approached by a member of Team Two. "Standish, where were you. When we got here we saw your Jag but no sign of you or Danielson." Ezra winced at Danielson's name but quickly smoothed his poker face in place. "I followed Danielson inside but he was on to me and he attacked me." Ezra motioned toward the large cut he could feel on the side of his head. "He got away." The other agent looked disgusted "I can't believe you just let him get away. So much for the 'Magnificent Seven'." The man said scornfully. Ezra paled at the anger radiating off the other man, but didn't defend himself. The team 6 agent lifted his com to his mouth "I have the agent, target is gone, repeat target is gone." Then he turned and exited the building and Ezra followed slowly behind him.
The leader of team 6 raked Ezra over the coals for going in without backup, and Ezra quietly agreed that it had not been a wise move. Then the Team Two leader had called Chris Larabee whom he had contacted previously when they couldn't find Ezra. When Ezra hadn't picked up the phone for him either Larabee had headed back toward Denver from his camp site, but after receiving assurances that his missing agent had been found, and was not in mortal peril he had demanded to talk to Ezra, who he had again raked over the coals, then told that they would talk about it Monday. He had heard something in Ezra's voice but he pushed it aside chalking it up to stress bout losing the target.
Ezra quietly excused himself after the phone call, and climbed into his car. He sat there for a bit trying to decide what to do next. He knew that as a law enforcement officer, he had a duty to report the rape, but just because he knew that didn't mean he wanted to. Ezra debated with himself for a while before he relented, knowing that his shoulder was probably broken, and would need to be treated. He sighed, and started the car.