Nick slams the table.
"You HAVE to let me go out there and find her, Chief!" Nick demanded.
"You are not going anywhere, leaving the safety of this safehouse endangers zootopia as a whole" Chief Bogo retorted assertively.
"Who knows what they are doing to her right now! Don't you even care?! You can't just idly sit by knowing sh-" He was cut off by Bogo
"We have our best covert ops working on it at this time Wilde. But bear in mind, YOU are our priority at this moment. If we let our guard down-"
"Let your guard down? I cannot believe I am hearing this." Nicks is flabbergasted as his eyes were wide and one paws vigorously rubbing his forehead as he paces franticly back and forth. "Judy let herself be taken, so I could get away."
"As she should" Bogo replied sternly.
"As she should?" Nick's mouth gaped and furrowed his brows in disgust, "Sir, with all due respect, how… CAN YOU LET YOUR OWN OFFICERS BE TAKEN BY A GROUP OF PSYCHOPATHS WHILE YOU SIT HERE CARE-FREE AND-"
"YOU THINK I HAVE NO QUALMS WITH THIS, WILDE?" Bogo stands up succinctly and slams the table magnitudes greater than Nick's opening slam. Nick winced from the sound and his aggressive body language pacified.
"YOU THINK I AM HAPPY SITTING HERE KNOWING ONE OF MY BEST OFFICERS IS ABDUCTED AND BEING HELD HOSTAGE AND POSSIBLY INTERROGATED OR WORSE, TORTURED?" Bogo's eyes were wide and his brows furrowed. He closed his eyes and exhaled loudly through his large nostrils as he slowly sat back down. Nick sits down too with a frown, and his eyes still wide open at the thought of Judy suffering.
The images tore his heart apart. What if they break her physically and mentally? She must be hurting so much. I need to save her. I can't let this happen. This is my fault. What if she dies. I have so much to tell her. I never even got to tell her that I… I lov-
Bogos voice cut into his clustered train of thoughts "Wilde, it is imperative… that you stay here… The antigen you have flowing through your veins right now… If these bastards reclaim it from you… The pain and death that will befall Zootopia will be insurmountable. You are to stay HERE… in this safehouse… until we have apprehended these monsters. That is a direct order. Do you understand?"
Nick still sat there blankly staring at the ground as if he were already dead on the inside.
Bogo closes his eyes…sigh. Then continues, "I know you Wilde, my orders don't mean dung to you. Especially when it relates to Judy. Normally, your judgement works out ok for most cases. But this time it's different… You CANNOT follow your instinct and leave this place. You have a responsibility to protect the entire zootopia."
"But none to protect Judy." Nick said through his teeth.
"Lt. Hopps is an exceptional officer and she knows better than you, Wilde. She knows her duty is to serve and protect the people, we as officers are servants to the public, and don't forget that is YOUR duty as well. Your personal ties with Judy have to be factored out in order for you to do the greater good." Bogo replied almost fatherly.
Nick scoffed and shook his head, "The greater good…"
Bogo exhales loudly through his nose.
A long silence in the safehouse ensues and the clock can be heard ticking from the back of the room.
Each second that passed just ate away at Nick's mind, he can't stay here. He can't just do nothing. Sit around in a cozy little room while god knows what is happening to Judy. He shakes his head violently in hopes of diluting the mental imagery.
Bogo checked the time and began packing his files as he stood up. "Wilde, I have to head back to the precinct now. Remember you are to stay here." His hoof planted firmly on the table. "I will be back in few hours." With that, Chief Bogo exited the building and drove off.
Nick quickly checked the window to confirm Bogo's departure and immediately packed his tactical vest, tranquilizer gun, radio, and miscellaneous gear and made for the door.
I'm coming, Carrots.
As he opened the door and took a step out, two paws from around the left and right side of the door emerged to block him. Two tiger officers obstructed his path.
"Sorry Wilde, Chief said to make sure you don't leave this place until this whole bioweapons business is thoroughly sorted out." Said one of them.
"Did he now?" Nick inquired with a challenging tone. "I don't know how to put it, but… You two frosted flakes can't stop me." Nick quickly stepped under their paws and began to book it into the nearby treeline.
"Hey! Come on Wilde, don't do this." The other one let out in a frustrated groan as he loaded his tranq gun.
Nick was running as fast as he could. "Ow!" He suddenly felt a slight sharp pain in his thigh as he noticed a dart had hit him. "Dammit… Dammnnnerrggghh yuhhhhhnnnnn…." His speech slurred within seconds as his body hit the floor unconscious.
"Nice shot." Said one tiger officer to the other.
"*sigh* I just wish we did not have to do that…" the other replied. "come on, let's get him back inside."
They both walked out to drag the now unconscious fox back into the safe house.
Judy screamed and eyes shot open as cold had splashed her face.
"Wake. Up." The pig ordered.
Judy coughed and choked on some of the water, her coughs sounded raspy and labored. She felt exhausted and a pounding headache.
"You hurt too. Much. So you black. Out. Don't worry. I fix." The pig's smile widened as he reached into his tool box to pull out a syringe with some liquid inside.
"No. W-w-what is this that?" Judy asked weakly as she tried struggling once again but to no avail.
I'm so weak. I'm so tired. Am I going to die here?
A few tears rolled down from her eyes from the thought of her own helplessness.
Suddenly, she felt a wave of energy struck her body and her vision contrast increased tenfold. She felt her muscle tighten and her senses seemed to double maybe triple.
He had injected her with something that will keep her awake and make aware of every bit of pain he had in store for her.
He tested it with a hard punch to her stomach.
She felt the wind knocked out of her while she doubled over from the blow and coughed intensely. She felt everything. That punch had almost hurt worse than the full body electrocution.
"No more…" She pleaded.
The swine inquired once more. "Tell. Me."
She closed her eyes and said nothing as her body continued to shake from the injection's affect.
The pig reached into the toolbox again and this time pulled out a box cutter.
"No please don't…" She pleaded again.
The pig deployed the blade.
Clickclickclickclickclack About 5 units of the box cutter was deployed.
He held the tip lightly against the fur of her throat while gently guiding it down to her stomach. He licked his lips at the thought of cutting her open like dissecting a frog.
"Just let me go…" She spoke as a few more tears rolled down her cheeks.
Despite his nicely planned out path. He deviated by plunging the box cutter into Judy's left shoulder.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~" she let out a blood curdling scream. Her initial scream was followed by successive screams. "AHHHH JEEZ OH GOD…"
The pig seemed rather pleased with this as he stood back and placed his hooves on his hips and enjoyed her screams.
As Judy's scream slowly subsided, she could not hold back her tears as her head drooped to the ground. She continually shuddered, cried, and moaned in agony.
The pig smiled and walked up to his toolbox once more looking for another tool.
Judy's mind raced in terror anticipating what horrible tool he intends on using next. Her nose trembled and twitched incessantly as the fear was overtaking her usual strong will and courage.
Oh god just kill me…
Suddenly, the pig stood up straight quickly looking at the metal door he emerged from.
The pig smiled and said excitedly, "He. Here." He began to walk over to Judy. "You. Look up. Now."
Judy was unable to look up, but even if she could, she would have refused to.
The pig scowled from her lack of cooperation and grabbed her two drooped ears in one hoof and lifted her head by pulling on them like puppet strings.
Her eyes were closed and her face was covered by her own tears and residual blood. She was still trembling.
The pig seemed rather annoyed by her current state as he squeezed her ear tightly borderline crushing them in his hoof, she screamed from the pain as her eyes shot open.
"You Look now. He here" He commanded.
Judy stared at the door with bloodshot eyes when suddenly, a shadow began to emerge.
A set of footsteps could be heard in the distance. The steps taken were slow and quieter than that of Meat's.
A large broad bear wearing a lavish gray suit emerged from the shadows.
He walked up to the pig and placed his paw on the pig's shoulder
"Hyou hyave done well, Meat. Thank you for keeping our guest so comfortable." He complimented Meat with a thick Russian accent.
He took off his nice suit and draped it over an exposed pipe. He was wearing a long sleeve black turtleneck underneath. He then turned his attention to Judy who averted her gaze quickly.
"Officer Judy" he beckoned. "It is good to finally meet you. I hear you and Meat are playing well together?"
"W-who are you…?" She asked weakly still avoiding eye contact.
He leaned his face very close to hers and with one claw lifted her chin up and answered, "My name is Mr. Lazovsky. I am very happy to finally meet celebrity of the ZPD." He kissed her paw.
"Let me go." She demanded in vain.
He looked at her and grinned, "You shall be freed as soon as you disclose the whereabouts of your little fox friend. You two stole something very important from us. We need it back, you see…"
"Go to hell." She growled (as much as a bunny could growl)
He chuckled aloud. "I admire your fighting spirit Officer Hopps, but I hate to tell you this… you're already there." He smiled. "And it's only going to get much worse for you… much much worse." He gestured to Meat who let go of her ear, but resumed searching in his toolbox.
"Officer Hopps. I have always been a collector of luck charms… but there has always been one I have hard time to find." Mr. Lazovsky spoke playfully.
Meat pulls out a rusty old hatchet. Judy's eyes widened in terror.
"A lucky rabbit's foot."
Part 2 baby~ Hope you guys enjoy this kinda… it's kinda fucked but like… I find it satisfying for characters to experience some real cruel and horrible trauma before receiving any sort of a "break" or "reward." I suppose it's like a personal appreciation for delayed gratification (or straight up torture fetish)! Anyways hope yall enjoy it. Follow if you guys like it! If not, well that's fine too…