MIND CONTROL
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
A/N: This chapter contains some strong language and references to an implied homosexual relationship. If this offends you, please do not read.
Starsky leaned against the wall, waiting. He had come to look forward to the visits from the pretty redhead. He still wasn't sure how far he should trust her but she was his only other human contact and he needed that contact to continue to feel human himself. The abuse and isolation was starting to wear him down, combined with the drugs that kept his mind foggy and confused. It was getting harder and harder for him to concentrate and use the deductive reasoning that had made him such a good cop.
Missy tried to sneak into his room at least once a day or so and always brought him a treat, a candy bar, a slice of pizza, a soda. Simple treats that he craved and missed. The meals they gave him kept him from going hungry but did little to satisfy his urge for his preferred junk food diet. He had lost weight since his captivity, which combined with the weight he hadn't regained after the shooting, had left him looking gaunt with the features of his face sharply defined.
The door to his room silently opened and Missy slipped into the room. Instead of her customary white uniform, she was dressed in blue jeans, sandals and a light green tank top that clung to her upper torso suggestively, leaving little to the imagination. Starsky was surprised that he still had the energy to notice or even to care. He hadn't been with a woman since before the shooting in the police garage and, until recently, he hadn't missed it. Not until now.
Missy smiled softly as she slid down on the floor beside him. She reached into her pocket and handed him a cream filled donut with sprinkles, slightly smashed but still edible. She watched as he ate it hungrily. When he had finished, she handed him a cold soda to wash it down.
"Thanks." He said gratefully as he swallowed the cold drink in one long swallow.
"You're welcome. It's the least I can do. I wish I could do more."
"You could." Starsky told her shyly, peering at her from beneath his thick dark lashes..
"How?" she asked with a curious tilt of her head.
"You could get a letter to my partner, Hutch. Let him know what's going on so he can come and get me out of here."
"How? He'd never believe me. He thinks your dead. Everybody from your past life thinks you are."
"He'd believe it if I'm the one who wrote it. Can you get me some paper and a pencil?"
"I don't know." She said hesitantly. "Maybe…but if I got caught then I could end up in here with you…or worse."
"Will you help me?" Starsky asked, giving her that puppy dog look that had always worked so well with his partner. A part of him felt guilty about asking her to take such a risk but he knew that without her help, he didn't have a chance of escaping on his own. Any guilt he felt at asking her to get involved would have to be resolved later.
"I don't know…let me think about it. It would mean taking a terrible risk." She said. "It would only make things worse for you if I got caught."
"Do you think I care about that? I'd rather be dead then be here at the mercy of these bastards." He sighed heavily. "How long have I been here anyway?"
"Almost six weeks." She told him "It must seem like a lifetime to you."
"It does." Starsky snorted. He turned to look deeply into
her soft brown eyes. "That's why I need your help to get out of
here. I can't take much more of this."
"I'll think
about it. I promise." She said slowly. "I am free to pretty
much come and go but that doesn't mean they don't watch me."
"Help me get out of here and I'll make sure they can't hurt you." He assured her confidently. "I'll make sure they can't hurt anybody again."
"You have no idea what you're up against."
"Yeah, I do." Starsky said grimly "I dealt with guys like this in 'Nam. I know what they're capable of."
"I'll see what I can do. I have to go now before someone catches me in here."
Before Starsky could say anything more, she rose to her feet and left the room. Left alone again, he waited for the endless empty hours to pass.
He was still sitting there when the door opened again and Colby came into the room, followed by three large, heavily muscled men with cold, lifeless eyes. Starsky eyed the three men warily, wondering what Colby had in mind for him this time.
"Hi, Starsky. Did you miss me?" Colby said with a sneer.
"Not really." Starsky said, choosing his words carefully. He still wore the stun belt fastened securely around his waist and he knew that Colby had the remote somewhere on his person.
"I just thought you might like to meet my friends. They've been looking forward to getting acquainted with you."
"I've got all the friends I need. I don't need any new ones."
"Who? Hutchinson?" Colby said with a mocking laugh. "I bet you really miss him, don't you?" he sneered "You think I don't know about the two of you and just how close you really are?"
"We're friends…that's something you wouldn't know about, isn't it?" Starsky snapped, annoyed at Colby's veiled insinuations.
"Not as close as you and Hutchie." He took a step closer, invading Starsky's personal space threateningly. "Always together, always touching each other, sharing your own private little jokes…" his eyes narrowed speculatively "Tell me, Davie boy, who was on the bottom and who was on the top? You or Hutch?" he smiled faintly, "Personally, I always figured you were the one who liked taking it up the ass."
"Fuck you, you son of a bitch!" Starsky growled. For years, rumors surrounded Starsky and Hutch concerning their relationship, dark hints that they were more than just friends. The ones who started the rumors pointed out how they were always touching each other, a pat on the shoulder or even the ass, an arm slung around a shoulder as they shared a laugh, a shared hug for comfort or just out of sheer happiness. To them, the simple act of touching one another as friends proved that there had to be something more intimate going on behind closed doors. Neither Starsky nor Hutch had ever admitted or denied the rumors, letting their reputations with the ladies speak for them. Their true friends, the ones who knew them best, knew their sexual orientation, as well as their unique commitment to one another.
Momentarily forgetting about the stun belt, Starsky lunged at Colby, outraged at his mocking words. Starsky screamed in agony as Colby immediately activated the belt. He collapsed to the floor, his muscles contracting violently as the electric current coursed through his system. Through a haze of pain, he barely heard Colby's mocking words.
"My friends will be happy to take Hutch's place and show you what a real man is."
Starsky's body was still convulsing even as the two men stepped towards him, a smile of pure evil etched on their faces. Colby grinned in sadistic pleasure as he slipped out of the room, leaving the brunet to the mercy of his two colleagues. He hurried to the control room so he could watch Starsky's defilement on the privacy of the monitors. His lust for revenge was about to be fulfilled.