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!
Warning: This chapter does contain some child abuse, nothing too graphic, but if you are sensitive, please read no further…
No Turning Back
Chapter Thirteen
"You son of a bitch, let 'im go!" Starsky shouted as he struggled to pull himself to the front of his cage, trying to divert the attention from the boy to himself, but having little luck. "Let go of him, he didn't do nuthin'!" The brunet pled, his anger having no place to be released, he allowed his forehead to hit against the bar in frustration.
Rigsby pulled the small boy up by the collar as Kiles approached him, backhanding him across the side of his cheek, snapping his head to the side.
Billy didn't make a noise, not a peep, not a gasp. Starsky screamed out, "You motherfucker, leave him alone!" He spat as he reached both arms through the bars in a futile effort to reach the men that held this boys fate in their hands.
Kiles large hand grabbed Billy's throat, squeezing tightly, choking the life from the young male. Billy's eye showed fear, but not panic.
"You're killing him, let him go! I swear, I'll do anything you say!" Starsky shouted as he started to rip his shirt off of his body, his hands shaking as they reached for the waist of the pants, nervously wanting to remove them and make their punishment stop. "You can have the clothes back, just leave him 'lone" Starsky begged, his voice cracking.
Kiles released Billy's throat, leaving the boy coughing, his head hung forward as he struggled to catch his breath. With a tip of his head, Kiles instructed his man. Rigsby grabbed a fistful of Billy's hair, pulling it back, stretching his neck. Kiles once again, connected firmly with Billy's face, instantly splitting the child's lip, the blood beginning to trickle down his chin.
Starsky's anger began to boil uncontrollably as he seethed, gasping heavily, trying to breath through his rage, the veins in neck and temple bulging. "Must make you feel real good…beatin' the shit outta a kid! Why don't you come over here and take a fucking shot at me asshole!?!"
For the most part he was completely ignored by everyone around. All eyes were on the events unfolding in the center of the courtyard, the silence of the others gave Starsky little hope that he would be able to stop what was happening.
"Come on!!! Come on!" He cried out as he allowed himself to collapse and slowly fall down to the cold concrete, sliding against the metal bars. "Please, leave 'im 'lone…" Starsky sighed heavily. "Please…" He sobbed as he let his head fall forward, afraid to watch anymore.
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Hutch made his way downstairs and out of the building that housed his room. He opened the door carefully, peeking his head out, his eyes darting from side to side. He heard some screaming off in the distance, it was muffled and he wasn't able to make out the exact words, but he knew it sounded like his partner's voice.
Once he was confident that the coast was clear, he made his way outside and across the courtyard of the camp. The shouting he had heard earlier had subsided as he neared the cages that held his partner. Before he was able to make his way around the wall, a wall that separated him from the most important person in the world to him, he was stopped. A strong arm grabbing his bicep, grasping it firmly and whipping him around, he found himself staring into Montag's face, the man's crystal blue eyes glaring deep into Hutch's soul.
"Just where in the hell do you think you are goin?" Montag spewed, his brow furrowing in suspicion and anger. "You were told to stay put until someone came for you."
Hutch let out a nervous snort of laughter, "That was like 15 minutes ago, thought you forgot about me….I didn't want to miss the show you know…I have, shall we say, a vested interest in this one, and I want to see him pay for everything he's done, including breathing."
"Yeah? Well I think you're just a little too eager for your own good…" Montag stated calmly as he pulled the blond back. "You need to get your ass back to your room and wait for instructions…you read me?"
"Loud and clear." Hutch answered as he jerked his arm out of Montag's grasp.
Hutch turned on his heels and headed back to his room, Montag, having no reason to doubt the blond, went on his way, confident that Kent Cummings would follow the directions just given him.
Just as Hutch was approaching his building, he ducked around the back side, determined to get to his friend and make sure that he was okay. He knew that if Starsky was being harmed he was going to have to grab him and run. He also knew that doing that would probably cost both of them their lives…he needed to stay calm and not react without weighing all the consequences, but he just couldn't sit by any longer and watch the horrific treatment that his best friend was receiving. He had to plan an escape, time was of the essence and they needed to make their move fast, for all of their sakes.
Hutch waited in the shadows as the grounds cleared out. He slowly made his way towards the cages that housed his partner, being careful not to get caught, knowing that if he did, this time they wouldn't be so understanding.
He stayed in the shadows; somewhat mimicking what he had seen Billy do as he maneuvered his way around.
He approached the wide open space that housed the three iron cages, one that he knew would be occupied by his partner. Peeking his head around the corner, his eyes grew wide as he witnessed one man throwing Billy's motionless, naked form into the cell next to Starsky.
The hot headed brunet continued to shout and scream at Kiles and the others that surrounded his cell.
"You sons of bitches…you didn't need to do that to him, he didn't do nuthin'! I swear to God, mark my words, one of these days you're all going to pay for that…I'll see to it!" Starsky continued to spit out the words faster then Hutch could comprehend them. He closed his eyes briefly, wishing that his friend would close his mouth and just let him handle it. At the rate Starsky was going, it was going to be a long night for him…not if Hutch could help it.
The blond heard the clanking of metal against metal as he looked back around the wall, his stomach jumping into this throat as he witnessed three men enter his cage and roughly grab him, dragging him across the ground and out of the cell. They continued to tow him up a set of stairs, his legs hitting the concrete steps roughly before disappearing into a room at the top of the two-story building.
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Starsky was brutally thrown into the room, two men flanking him immediately as Kiles took his time swaggering inside, a smile spreading across his face. The curly haired detective immediately recognized the room; it was the same room that he had been given electric shock therapy earlier. Trying to push himself up on all fours, he looked to his right and saw the metal meshed wall where they had strapped him to before. His heart began to beat a little faster as he realized what they had in store.
Rigsby and Hudson, another one of Kiles henchmen that had been absent for quite some time, quickly grabbed Starsky, jerking him up by the arms, they struggled to move him closer to the wall as the brunet began to fight back. Starsky had been some what compliant up until now, but knowing what they were going to do and how much it was going to hurt, he couldn't help but fight.
He snorted, grunted and moaned as he attempted to yank himself free. Rigsby and Hudson tightened their grip as they fought back. Just before they were successful in strapping him to the wall of torture, Starsky twisted his body, turning inward as he rose he free leg, his knee connecting with Hudson's groin.
Letting out a purely animalistic growl, Hudson released his hold on Starsky and reflexively grabbed his crotch with both hands, dropping to his knees. Rigsby quickly retaliated with a vicious blow to the side of the prisoner's head causing Starsky to see stars, his knees buckling briefly.
Rigsby collected his own strength and power as he strapped one of the brunet's arms to the wired wall. Starsky gasped, he was exhausted and weak, his ankle still throbbed, he had little food and barely any water other then the rain that had fallen. He had no strength left to give, and no fight left to wage against his captors.
Hudson had managed to pick himself up off the ground. Kiles was yelling at his man, berating him for being incompetent.
"You fucking idiot! How'd you let him get in a shot like that?" Kiles shouted at his employee. "You're such a loser, I don't even know why you're here…get the fuck outta here, I don't even want to look at you!" Kiles ranted as Hudson walked over towards the partially restrained detective, pulling back his right arm and letting it fly forward, connecting with Starsky's abdomen, bending him in half.
Starsky heaved and coughed heavily while Rigsby finished restraining his other arm into the device that was made to send vicious amount of electricity surging through its victim's bodies.
Hudson made his way, out of the room as Kiles continued to yell at him and encourage him to leave, actually demanding that he left. Starsky gasped over and over again, breathing heavily, trying his best to catch his breath.
"What's a matter Jew?" Kiles asked, returning his attention to his prey. "Havin' trouble?"
"Fuck you!" Starsky spat, figuring he really had little to loose at this point. Either Hutch would bust in and save him, or he was pretty much a dead man, and at this point it made no difference to him.
His head was quickly snapped back, stretching his neck, his Adam's apple bobbing predominantly as he swallowed his fear.
"You're a real smart ass, aren't ya?" Kiles asked as Rigsby held a handful of the defiant man's hair.
Starsky swallowed hard, fighting to get the words out, wanting to sound as tough as possible.
"Why not untie me and get rid of your goon here…" He paused briefly, sucking in a lung full of air, "then we'll see how fucking tough you are…" He finished spitting out the words, expecting to be hit, or slapped, or even electrocuted, but the only response he got was a deep hearty roar of laughter.
Kiles slapped Rigsby and his back, "Do as the man says Rigsby…" Kiles instructed the man, "Get the hell outta here."
Both men exchanged an understanding gaze as Rigsby smiled and let go of Starsky's hair, pushing his head forward just for effect. Starsky's heart began to race, what did these men have in store for him? What was their plan? The panic slowly started to seep back into the brunet's tough appearance as is eyes darted back and forth between the two.
Rigsby left the room, glancing back over his shoulder at his boss one final time before disappearing completely.
Kiles shut the door firmly as he crossed the room in front of the restrained and helpless Starsky.
"You got your wish Jew, he's gone, now what?" Kiles taunted the exhausted man mercilessly.
"Untie me, and I'll show you what…" Starsky hissed. "You didn't need to hurt the kid…"
"He disobeyed me…he's lucky he's still alive." Kiles retorted.
"You're a sick son of a bitch…gets his jollies beating on kids and taking advantage of people that are just plain different…" Starsky spoke, his voice even and steady. "What'sa matter, do we scare you? You afraid that you might be the inferior race…is that why you have to hurt us and beat us…to make you feel above the rest of us?"
"You think you know me? You don't know shit about me…" Kiles spat.
"I know that you're fucked up in the head…an' that without your fucking goons, you ain't shit!" Starsky answered, only to be met with a severe surge of pain that coursed through his entire body as he screamed out in agony. He never even saw it coming…
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Hutch stood outside, waiting for his opportunity to make a move. His gaze was drawn upward as he noticed the lights flickering on and off, knowing that someone, probably his partner, was being 'conditioned'. His stomach seized up in knots, his fear and anxiety rising in to his throat as he swallowed hard, trying to return the bile to his stomach. He looked around the camp nervously, he looked above him, to each side of him, and then behind him, looking for anything, something that he could use to help.
He spotted something off in the distance; it glistened in the damp night air as the flickering lights illuminated the box. Looking around quickly, making sure the coast was clear, he made a mad dash for the object of his hope.
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Starsky heaved, in and out, excess saliva dripping from his mouth, a string running from his bottom lip, nearly all the way to the floor. The brunet continued to gasp, tying to regain the composure he had just moments ago, trying to get his breathing under control once again.
"Care to repeat your thoughts?" Kiles teased and taunted his victim as he paced in front of him. Even if Starsky wanted to repeat his words, he couldn't find his voice.
"I'm gonna ask you again…care to repeat your words?" Kiles said with more emphasis, making sure that Starsky realized that he was none to happy with his behavior.
"N…no." Starsky stuttered, regretting the fact that he had even tried to confront him in the first place.
"No what?" Kiles seethed, his face reddening in anger.
"No…No Sir…" Starsky conceded defeat, at least for the moment. He had no choice, he was in no position to argue or fight with the evil man. He knew that nothing he said was going to change his mind about racism or fair treatment.
Every hair on his body tingled, he felt his skin crawling as the electricity continued to flow through his system.
This time Starsky was very aware of Kiles making his way back towards the switch, the device that would send another surge of pain throughout his body. Kiles placed his hand on the switch, a look of pure evil washing over his face. Starsky held his breath, prepared to ride this wave of excruciating pain that was about to hit him like a brick wall. His mind was already telling him NOT to scream out, not to give the man the satisfaction of knowing that what he was doing was killing him.
The lights flickered again, just momentarily, for a split second, before going out completely, all electricity was gone as the duo were plunged into complete and utter darkness.
"What the hell?" Kiles uttered in disappointment, knowing that his session would now be interrupted.
Hutch… Starsky thought to himself, a blanket of relief wafting over him.
To Be Continued….