The video-player turned onto a dark screen. No sound or picture appeared for more than a few minutes. The team sat in silence as they waited for something, anything to happen and at the same time afraid that it would. Sitting on the edge of their seats, which they had pulled from around the room and in front of the computer as close as they could all get each one of them afraid of what lay ahead for Sara.
The tension and silence was broken as they all were startled from their own thoughts as the video player picked up. And after a minute or so they watched as a darkened figure; clothed in all black, his face covered with a ski mask, carry a limp Sara into the cameras view. She momentarily disappeared as he strapped her into a chair, stepping away with a needle in his hand. He stepped off camera leaving Sara alone, her head slumped on her chest. Moments later she raised her head to look over to where the man had gone and then straight into the camera. So many emotions passed her face but within her eyes lay nothing but sadness.
Sara looked on as the man fiddled through the contents on the table, picking up vials and examining them and feeling the edges of blades. He took out a cigarette and lit it, except he didn't put it into his mouth. He walked back over to her and ran the smooth side down her cheek, the smell of smoke invading her nose. Turning up both her hands, so that they were facing palms up, Sara realized what he was about to do and braced herself.
Twirling the cigarette around in her palm, her skin burning away, yet Sara does not scream. Tears stream down her face but she does not openly cry as he digs the cigarette into her hand five more times.
Leaning over her shoulder he whispered, "You've been bad my love, for leaving me was never an option. You're going to be mine forever."
They watched in horror as Sara's palm was burned. But they all knew that it was only the beginning.
Sitting still within Sara's library was the crime scene unit, with the exception of Greg and Catherine who had left an hour prior for they had gone back to the lab to process the evidence they had found, however few it may have been it was still vital.
The man walked away from Sara just as Catherine and Greg entered the room.
"We have nothing," Catherine whispered, "except for this," motioning towards the computer, "how's she holding up?"
No one answered her question as static and sound filled the room.
Sara was bordering on the verge of insanity as she felt the burning run up the nerves in her arm and spread throughout her body like a deadly disease. He had to have laced the cigarette for a cigarette burn surely didn't hurt this much or maybe it was the cold that made her shake now. Her feet went numb long ago and the numbness started to encroach upon the rest of her body. She shivered as her captor walked back towards her with IV's in both hands. When he reached her he kneeled on the left side of her, tying her arm off, flicking at her vein, then quickly swabbed her arm with an alcohol pad, and stuck the needle into her vein. Before standing and moving to her right side, he ran his hand up her leg and into the inside of her thigh squeezing it slightly. He smirked and lifted himself up off the floor and made his way around, kneeling on the right side of her now, tying the second arm off, flicking at her right vein, then quickly swabbing her arm with the alcohol pad, and stuck the needle into her vein once again.
Sara did not understand why he would put an IV into both of her arms but was sure that she would soon find out.
Each and every one of them felt helpless. Utterly and inexplicably helpless. They had nothing to do no more evidence to process or to follow. All they could do was watch as Sara suffered and hope to find some clue to where she was being kept.
They watched as Sara was clad with two IV's and watched as the captor pushed a fluid into her left arm. Her eyes quickly started to flutter, then droop, until they finally closed all together. Her head resting again on her chest, apparently put into a drug induced sleep, looked peaceful for the moment that she was left that way. They watched again as he walked to the other side of her and pulled out another needle full of fluid and pushed it into her right arm.
Sara immediately jolted awake and the room was pierced by her agonizing scream.
Her heart pumped what seemed to be fire throughout her entire body. Her eyes started to tear uncontrollably as they seemed to want to burst from their sockets. She screamed because breathing was not an option when her lungs felt like they were being turned inside out. She screamed because her brain was telling her to. She screamed because there was nothing else she could do.
He let her scream and watched her fight the pain which she could not rid herself of. He watched and loved it for she had not known how much she had hurt him and so in turn was showing her. He relieved her for a few moments as he counteracted the drug with the other, pushing it yet again into her left vein. She fell silent within seconds and her head slumped upon her chest once again. Her breathing started to even out only to be quickened again when he pushed the fire back into her body.
Again and again and again.
It seemed to Sara that this hell would never end but then, by some miracle, her world finally began to fade as she fell into a black miasma that imprisoned her.
A/N: For those confused by the word miasma, within this instance it means to fall into an unwholesome or menacing atmosphere.
That was very long and tortuous to write, and it is not even half done with yet. But I hope you all hated to love it like me.