MIND CONTROL
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Starsky sighed as his eyes swept around the confines of his room. His body hurt all over from a recent beating from Colby's 'friends' who had decided to pay him another visit, beating him senseless and then taking his body by force once more. He had fought back but was easily overpowered by the larger, stronger men. He focused on the pain, it helped him stay alert instead of slipping back into a mindless stupor.
Missy slipped into the room, smiling gently as she crossed the room and reached out to run her fingers down his bruised cheek. Starsky leaned into the caress, welcoming the touch of a hand that didn't want to hurt him.
"They hurt you again, didn't they?" she whispered sadly. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Help me get out of here." Starsky growled, trying to keep the desperate pleading tone out of his voice. He had no pride left. If he had to beg for her help, he would.
"All right." Missy said with a slight nod of her head. "Did you write a letter to your friend?"
"Yes," Starsky said, his heart pounding with excitement. He walked over to the cot and reached up underneath the thin mattress, pulling out the single sheet of paper he had hidden there. "My partner's name and address is written on the back. All you have to do it get this to him and let him know exactly where I am. He'll do the rest."
"Okay, I'll mail it as soon as I can." Missy said, hiding the letter underneath her shirt. "I'm supposed to go into town tomorrow to help get some supplies. I should be able to send it off then."
"Thank you." Starsky said gratefully. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and gave her a hug in an attempt to let her know how much her help meant to him. Blushing self-consciously, she pulled away and took a half-step back. She looked deeply into his sapphire eyes and said shyly. "I'll do whatever I can to help you but I can't make any promises."
"Just get that letter to Hutch, that's all you have to do." For the first time since his capture, Starsky felt a surge of hope. "I'll do everything in my power to protect you when this is all over. I won't them charge you with anything."
"I trust you." Missy said with a fond smile. She leaned in closer and gently brushed her lips across his mouth, trying not to notice when he flinched and tensed up. She found herself longing to take away the pain that lingered in his eyes and there was only one way she knew to do that. Hesitating for a moment, Missy leaned in to kiss him again, with a hint of passion and desire. She was pleased when he didn't pull away but allowed her to kiss him without resisting. She felt his hands on her hips, exploring the curves of her body with tender caresses.
"Can I touch you?" She whispered in a curl covered ear. She saw the flash of fear in his eyes but then he relaxed and gave her a crooked smile. He gave her a slight nod and sat down on the edge of the cot. Smiling, Missy leaned forward to kiss him again as she gently slipped her right hand down the front of his sweat pants.
Starsky moaned deep in his throat as his body began to respond to her gentle touch. The vicious rapes had left him feeling emasculated and ashamed. He needed to know that he could still function as a man and respond to a woman. Instinctively, he pressed himself against her hand, groaning softly as he felt her slender fingers closing around his semi-erect shaft, stroking gently as he rocked against her. It was only a matter of minutes before he felt the waves of pleasure washing over him as his body exploded. Exhausted, he fell back on the cot as Missy withdrew her hand, wiping it carefully on the sheet. "I hope that was okay." She said with a smile, watching his face intently as she gauged his reaction to her question.
"Yeah, thank you." Starsky said, raising his hand to gently caress her cheek. "You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to." She said simply. "Now, I need to go before someone catches me. I'll try to come back tomorrow."
"Thanks," Starsky said gratefully, flashing her a ghost of his former smile. "for everything."
"My pleasure." Missy told him with a grin as she let herself out of the room.
Starsky relaxed against the mattress, still basking in the aftermath of his climax. He closed his eyes, escaping into sleep momentarily. When he awoke, he noticed his meal tray sitting by the door. Beside it lay a neatly folded newspaper. Shuffling across the room, he sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall and picked up the paper. It was the first newspaper he had read since being captured. The headline on the front page made it clear why it had been left for him to read. BAY CITY DETECTIVE WOUNDED IN DRIVE BY SHOOTING. A picture of Hutch accompanied the article.
Starsky's eyes skimmed through the editorial, his heart pounding frantically in his chest as he read how Hutch had been gunned down as he was leaving The Pits by an unidentified gunman. He had been hit twice in the chest and was listed in critical condition at an undisclosed location.
"Hutch….nooooooo…" Starsky moaned, struggling to hold onto his fragile emotions. He crumbled up the newspaper and tossed it aside, burying his face in his hands as his shoulders shook with silent sobs. He ignored the food, his appetite gone.
Hutch was hurt, critically, and Starsky wasn't there by his side like he should be, like Hutch had been for him after his shooting.
Finally, regaining his composure, Starsky grabbed the newspaper he had thrown aside and stumbled back to his cot. Straightening out the crumbled newsprint, he ran his fingers over the image of Hutch's picture that smiled back at him from the front page, a knifelike pain ripping through his heart. If Hutch died, he had no reason to go on fighting his captors, he might as well surrender to their demands. His eyes drifted to the top of the page, noting the date. July fifth. He had been taken on April twenty-ninth. He had been held prisoner for over two months.
He barely noticed as the door to his cell opened and Colby stepped into the room, a satisfied smirk on his face. "I see you're catching up on the news." He said with a sneer. "Too bad about Hutchie, isn't it? From what I hear they don't think he's going to make it."
"You bastard," Starsky snarled, overwhelmed by a sudden rage at his former friend. "You had something to do with this, didn't you?"
"Me?" Colby said with an innocent smile. "Not me. You and Hutch have a lot of enemies out there. Looks like one of them finally caught up with Blondie without you there to watch his back."
"If I ever find out that you had anything to do with him getting shot, I'll kill you with my bare hands." Starsky said in a cold, deadly voice that he normally reserved for the streets.
"You're not exactly in any position to be making threats, my friend." Colby reminded him. "Or have you forgotten already who's in charge here?" He pulled his hand out of his pocket, showing Starsky the remote for the stun belt he held in his palm. "Or do you need a little reminder?"
"I haven't forgotten shit. You made sure of that!" Starsky growled belligerently. The anger showed clearly in his eyes and his voice but he remained calm, making no aggressive moves towards his tormentor, not as long as he was still wearing the stun belt snugly around his waist.
"Good. Make sure you don't forget." Colby said in a satisfied voice. He felt a surge of pleasure at seeing the hotheaded brunet cowering before him. He had no doubt that the brunet would love to get his hands around his throat and carry out his threats of bodily harm. He made a mental note to tell the Major that it was time to move on to the next phase of his conditioning. In a conversational tone, he said, "As long as you behave, if Hutch survives this, maybe he'll stay healthy long enough to draw his pension." He pulled a snapshot out of his pocket and tossed it on the floor. "I'd hate to see you mother or your brother have a similar accident. Wouldn't you?"
His mocking laughter filled the air as he left the room. As soon as he certain that Colby wasn't going to return, Starsky scrambled off the bed and snatched up the picture he had thrown on the floor. It was a snapshot of his mother leaving her apartment back in New York. The implication was clear. His mother and brother were being watched and could meet with an 'unfortunate' accident anytime his captors chose. Despite Colby's denial, Starsky was positive that his captors had arranged for Hutch to be shot. They were subtlety warning him that they could kill anyone they chose at anytime and he couldn't do anything to stop them. Clutching the picture of his mother close to his chest, Starsky crawled back to the bed and lay there sobbing in silence for hours.