Disclaimer: I do not own the guys; I just tend to play with them a bit…

Dedication: To many of my friend's that inspire and sometimes push me to write…THANK YOU ALL!

Warnings: This one may be a bit dark at times and some scenes of torture lie ahead…The views of this story are in no way reflected by the author!

No Turning Back

Chapter Eight

"Name!" Kiles commanded.

Starsky's head lobbed forward, from side to side as he tried to comprehend what was being asked of him, "D…Dave…"

Another round of the most intense pain coursed through his body as it convulsed and seized uncontrollably.

Jason Kiles stood up on the platform right in front of the metal mesh that Starsky was strapped to. He grabbed his wrist, tapping the metal bracelet. "1-2-6-8-7, SIR!" He shouted, the heat of his breath hot on Starskys still cold cheeks. He was still naked, his neck, chest, arms and ankles attached to the metal wall that would send electrical current through the brunet's body. He grabbed a handful of Starsky's hair and jerked back his head, forcing him to look at him. The detective's eyes tried hard to focus as the rolled around in his sockets. "1-2-6-8-7, SIR!" He spat as he stepped off the platform and nodded to the man at the controls. "Now, name!"

Starsky sucked in air through his teeth as he struggled to find the words, "1…26…87," Starsky mumbled as loud as he could exude.

"You forgot to say Sir!" Kiles laughed as Starsky panicked, his eyes growing wide, wanting to protest, but finding it was too late.

The pain shot through him again as his body shuddered, his mind swam and every nerve tingled and vibrated from the current. He threw his head back as he rode the wave of shock that flowed through him, feeling warm liquid as it flowed down both of his legs, but not having the ability to feel shame, knowing that he had just lost temporary control of his bladder. As soon as the cresting pain subsided, Starsky sucked in as much air as his lungs could handle. "Sir!" he growled through clenched teeth as his head bobbed forward and he lost control of his emotion, breathing heavily, sobbing freely, feeling broken, shattered and only half the man he used to be.

"I bet that hurts like a son of a bitch, don't it?" Jason taunted Starsky as the brunet fought to regain control of his breathing and emotions.

"Now why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself…" Kiles asked, his arms crossing over his chest triumphantly.

Starsky didn't speak, his mind was struggling to think, to sort thing out before he slipped and said something he shouldn't, but with all the pain he was experiencing, his thoughts were all jumbled. He tried hard to straighten them out fast enough for Jason.

"Whatsa matter 12687, don't feel like socializing with me?" Jason said quietly, as he allowed a certain amount of gratification to creep into the tone of his voice.

Another electrical shock coursed through his body, only this one wasn't as strong as the last two, but still quite painful and effective. Starsky threw his head back as his body jerked, causing him to clench his teeth, his veins popping in his neck as he rode the cresting arch of pain as it completely passed through his body and out his extremities.

Starsky inhaled deeply, and exhaled just as quickly as he regained his composure. He looked directly into Jason's face, locking eyes with the terrorist, his cobalt blue eyes boring into his captor's eyes, unnerving the lead man.

"12687, requests…" he inhaled, "permission to speak," every word leaving a sour taste in his mouth, "please, stop…I'll do…I'll do what you say…please stop…" Starsky let his head fall forward in exhaustion. There was a brief pause and then Starsky finished, "…Sir."

Jason smiled victoriously as he and his cohorts whooped and hollered congratulations at each other before Jason responded, "Cut him down, he's had enough for tonight, put him back in the cage!" He ordered as he watched two of his men unhook the prisoner, walking up to him, without saying a word and recoiling his arm, letting it fly forward, connecting squarely with Starsky's jaw, knocking him out instantly.

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Hutch sat nervously with Rigsby in Kiles' office, his mind constantly wandering back to his partner and how he was, what they were doing to him. He tried to push the worst thoughts out of his mind, keeping a hold of the look in his eye when they made contact, the look of trust, the slight twinkle of hope that they both shared in one instant.

"So how many people you think you got in here?" Hutch tried to get some kind of information on what he was up against.

"Enough to keep Jason and the rest of us, living the good life for some time to come," he made sure that his answer was oblique and vague.

The tall blond had noted several buildings within the camp, he knew that some of them must house more prisoners, more 'merchandise', as they called them. He just wish he knew how many.

"You know something though…" Rigsby continued, "That last Jew that just came in tonight, I bet he brings in over 50 g's…"

Hutch swallowed hard, a slight panic starting to rise, tightening its grip around his heart; he knew he was talking about Starsky. "Fifty grand, you think so?" Hutch tried his hardest to pretend he was not appalled. "H…how soon do you think he can be sold?" Hutch's face paled.

"Depends on his training, how fast he learns his place. Sooner we can break him and get him conditioned; the sooner we can sell him."

Hutch's stomach lurched as his heart sank simultaneously as he realized that he was now in the middle of a black market, human slavery ring, and Starsky was the product. He knew he had to do something for both of their sakes, he also knew that he wouldn't be able to keep up this charade for long, not with his partner's well being and comfort on the line.

The door to the office opened as Kiles passed through it, entering his office as Rigsby jumped up out of his boss's chair. Hutch noted that he was rubbing the knuckles on his right hand as he circled the desk, taking a seat.

"That's one tough Jew," Kiles stated, flipping his head at Rigsby, "real grade-A beef…" They both left out a laugh and looked over at Hutch who quickly joined in their guffaw.

"Yeah, thought you'd like him, my only worry is we didn't get a lot of time to check him out, he could have family that'll be missing him. Montag shoulda never brought him until we checked him out." Rigsby noted as Kiles nodded in agreement.

"If all goes well, I am hoping to get this one turned over as fast as possibly, that means intense training sessions, we need to break him fast." Kiles stated.

"Break him without killing him." Rigsby responded quickly as Hutch's stomach turned in anticipation and fear.

"Well, it'll be 48 hours before the family can report him missing, officially, that is…" Hutch blurted out as both men's head snapped up curiously at the tall blond, furrowing the brow. Hutch caught his mistake quickly and thought fast, "I looked into it when I was thinking of offing my brother in law, wanted to see how long I had to dispose of the body." Hutch informed them as the other men smiled approvingly.

"You're our kind of guy Kent." Kiles remarked as he rose from his desk. "Why don't you show Mr. Cummings here to his room, make sure he's comfortable and then come back and we will finish discussing our game plan for this one."

Hutch stood as Rigsby opened the door to the office, waving him past. Hutch looked back at Kile, sitting behind the desk, the man didn't even bother to look up at the detective as he was led out of the room, he had truly hoped he didn't raise suspicion by making the comment about the missing report statute, Great Hutchinson, could you have sounded more like a cop? He thought to himself.

As Rigsby led Hutch across the grounds, the blond searched as best he could to search the camp for a sign, any sign of his partner. He craned his neck to the side, looking at the cage he was at earlier, nothing.

He was tired, his mind exhausted, but he knew he couldn't allow himself the luxury of rest, he needed to take note of everything he saw, and everything he didn't see…

Rigsby led him inside a building on the far side of the courtyard and up three flights of stairs. They remained quiet the whole walk as Rigsby opened the door to a small, sparsely furnished room. They both entered the room as Hutch turned full circle, seeing everything it had to offer, which was very little. A small cot sized bed, a small desk with just one drawer, and an old wooden chair with a lamp on the upper right corner of its small top.

"You'll find all the necessities…" Rigsby stated matter of factly, "but little else, we find it necessary to do away with life luxuries, to keep us focused on the prize and the cause." He said and then tipped his head exiting the room and closing the door behind him.

Hutch paced the room nervously, looking around, looking for anything that could help. He looked up, high on the wall over his bed, a small vent like window, barred for security. He hopped up on the small cot, tip toeing, trying to climb the wall to look outside, hoping to see Starsky somewhere, just to know what kind of shape he was in after what he was forced to endure.

He knew that they really had no intention of killing Starsky and that was one thing on his side, but he worried about his partner's stubborn will, and he hoped that Starsky would just go along with them. There was one thing that Hutch could almost bet on, and that was Starsky shooting his mouth off, hopefully he would know better this time around.

He heard the door creek behind him as it opened, turning quickly he saw the small head of the boy he had seen just twice before, once when he had first arrived, and the other time when Starsky was in the cage. Hutch's eyes softened as the boy silently asked permission to enter.

"It s'okay, Hutch hopped down from the cot, "you can come in, I'm not gonna hurt you." He spoke softly, trying to encourage the young man to trust him.

The preteen entered the room, looking back nervously over his shoulder and into the hallway, making sure no one was behind him. He closed the door quietly before stepping back against it, placing his back flat on the wall, not wanting to get too close to this tall blond stranger.

"You okay?" Hutch asked, but the boy didn't answer. "Listen, I promise, I won't hurt you, m'names Ken, I mean, Kent, Kent Cummings. Are you okay?"

"M'Billy, an' m'fine." The boy said with a hint of reservation in his voice. "I saw that guy, the one they brought inhere t'night."

Hutch's eyes lit up as he grabbed the chair by the desk and swung it around in front of him, offering it to Billy.

"You did? When? Was he okay? What'd you see, tell me everything?" Hutch spat out quickly.

"Why?" Billy asked as he scooted the chair back, still keeping his distance, and then taking a seat.

"Why what?" Hutch asked, realizing that he had no idea who this kid was or why he was here.

"Why do you care about him? No one else here does." Billy answered, "Just like my Pop, no one cared about him, and he got taken away, he left me here with them." Billy blurted out, shocking Hutch.

"Your old man was a prisoner here?" he asked.

"Yep, they did awful things to him, really bad things, like their doing to your friend." Billy spoke, his voice wavering.

"What you mean my friend?" Hutch panicked slightly, thinking that if this boy could see through his disguise then the others probably could too.

"I see the way you looked at him, when you saw him for the first time, an the way you watched as they took him away…I know you care about him, I just wanna know why?"

Hutch was impressed by this mere child's forwardness and honestly. He had obviously been through a lot, but yet he still had spirit.

"I'm not like the others Billy, you can trust me…I am here to help you, but you have to swear you won't say anything to anyone. My friend is here to help too, but right now, he's the one that needs help." Hutch explained gently.

"I can help him." Billy offered as Hutch's face lit up.

"What you mean?" Hutch felt a slight flicker of hope.

"I do it all the time…I can get him some food, I'll sneak it to him later, after the guard's final rounds." Billy leaned forward, decreasing the distance between him and the tall blond.

"Can you get a message to him for me?" Hutch asked.

"That's easy, I always sneak out and keep old man Steinburg company all the time, they pretty much let me run free throughout the camp, as long as I don't let on that I am helping the prisoners.

"I need you to tell him that I'm here, an I'm gonna get him outta here, but he needs to do as they say, tell him not to fight them. Can you do that for me?" Hutch asked, his gaze on the boy as intense as the pain he was feeling for his partner.

"Consider it done, but you have to promise me something…" Billy decided to barter with the detective.

"If you get outta here, I want you to find my Pa and help him." Suddenly that twelve year old looked older then his years, more mature then a boy his age should be, and a piece of the blonde's heart broke off, crumbling to the ground.

"Deal, I'll do everything I can, I promise." Hutch vowed. "Hey, do you know if there were any phones around here, anyway I can contact anyone outside."

The young boy laughed as he stood and moved the chair, heading for the door, "You got a better chance of finding a needle in a haystack then getting contact to the outside, were alone, its just us, I wouldn't be counting on anyone coming to our rescue. I stopped praying for that about 6 months ago, once I finally grew up and stopped dreaming." With that the boy opened the door, looked both ways and then disappeared out of sight.

To Be Continued…