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CHAPTER THREE

Starsky woke up, completely disoriented and confused, lying on a cold hard surface. As consciousness returned, he was unnerved at first by the fact he couldn't see anything, but he soon realized he'd been blindfolded and gagged, with his wrists and ankles bound tightly. An experimental wriggle provided no relief as he'd been very securely secured.

What the? Starsky tried to recall how he'd fallen into this situation. His last coherent memory was going to the john in the restaurant. Hutch! He struggled harder at the thought of his doubtless frantic partner, but his bonds were tight and he soon tired himself out with the effort. He finally had to give up, and he lay on the floor wondering what was going to happen to him. Who had grabbed him and what did they have planned. Going to the john seems to bring me nothing but bad luck, he mused. Memories of his abduction by Marcus started to flood back and brought back a renewed determination to escape. He started twisting his wrists against but it was useless and he was painfully aware of his wrists starting to bleed.

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Hutch hadn't regained consciousness since he'd been abducted and he was tied securely, even though he was incapable of movement. His shoulder was bleeding badly but he was thankfully unaware of his plight and that he and his partner were both being held in the same room, both injured, Hutch badly, trapped and helpless.

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Dobey was going out of his mind as he listened to the reports of the abductions. Witnesses had heard the gun shot and had seen an injured man being dragged in the van and taken away. Dobey had been called in when the uniformed officers recognized Starsky's car. Whoever had planned this had got it down to the finest detail. Two of his best detectives caught and no sign or clue as to who was responsible. He shuddered at the sight of the blood on the ground.

"JAMES GUNTHER!" Dobey bellowed, "He's in prison!"

"Yes Captain Dobey but the word is out that he still wants them both dead. He certainly still has the influence to set this up." Baker continued. Dobey knew he was partly right. Gunther did have the influence and it had to have been set up by someone with power, or at least with a conniving mind. It didn't make sense though. It wasn't like Gunther to play games - he went for straight hits like he had a few years ago with his attempt on Starsky's life. It had nearly been successful and had taken Starsky a long time to recover. Gunther certainly hated both detectives enough to want them dead but this entire scenario had a cat and mouse feel to it. Why take them both? It showed a certain cunning and planning. It couldn't have been a random attack for neither Starsky nor Hutch would have been taken by surprise easily. His boys had been abducted and it seemed that someone had specific plans for them.

Dobey went back over the files to check on the long list of enemies.

Simon Marcus and his goons. Marcus certainly played games but there was nothing to indicate that his followers were still at large. He'd been in prison for many years and Dobey had doubts that his drugged-out followers were capable of carrying out such an elaborate abduction. All in all, Dobey doubted that it was these lunatics responsible.

Ben Forrest had the influence, even though he was in jail, and he was certainly capable of playing games and would have people able to help him. Didn't have a grudge against Starsky but if he thought he could hurt Hutch by getting Starsky, then he wouldn't hesitate. Definite possibility.

George Prudholme was definitely sick enough to play games with them. He detested Starsky but had always sought to hurt him in a more roundabout way, by killing people around him, like his fiancee. Made sense that he would grab Hutch too, but somehow Dobey couldn't quite accept him as the culprit.

The list went on and on. His boys had certainly made themselves some enemies over the years. No-one really jumped out at him and he sighed, wishing that he could start the day over.

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The man looked at the restrained figures of Starsky and Hutch. Hutch appeared to be badly hurt, with the blood flowing from his shoulder, but Starsky was wriggling.

Watching the struggling Starsky, his mind was full of revenge. They were going to pay for what they had done - sending him to jail. It had ruined his life and he'd only survived by dreaming of his revenge against the two cops who'd arrested him. It had been worth waiting and biding his time, for he now had them both at his mercy. It had been a relatively minor charge of drug possession but the abuse he'd suffered had nearly destroyed him. He still hadn't quite worked out what he would do to Starsky and Hutch, but they would pay for it all. When he'd inherited his grandfather's house, he knew it would provide the ideal hideaway for him and would be a good prison for the hated cops. He looked at the prone figure of Hutch. He was starting to worry that the blond detective would die before he was punished. He didn't want him to die, not without suffering first.

It was time to get acquainted with Starsky again. He walked over to him and put his hand on the blindfold, smiling as he felt Starsky stiffen under his touch, suddenly getting an idea for revenge. Why not? He'd be able to prolong the revenge for

as long as he wanted. He'd suffered greatly in his prison, and so would his prisoner. He pulled the blindfold up so his prisoner could see him. Starsky blinked his eyes, not immediately recognizing his captor who was grinning so evilly at him.

"Hello, Detective Starsky. Nice to see you again." He leaned over Starsky, suddenly realizing that Starsky hadn't recognized him. The spurt of anger this engendered was soon over for he fully intended to punish the cops who'd ruined his life. "You don't recognise me do you? Never mind, we'll soon get to know each other. You and your partner ruined my life!" With the last words, he grabbed Starsky's head and turned him, forcing him to look at his bleeding partner. He instinctively tried to move forward but his ropes were still uncomfortably firm. His feeble attempt made his captor laugh.

"Now, now, Detective Starsky. I wouldn't be so stupid as to untie you would I. Not yet anyway. Just to remind you who I am, my name is Derek Jackson and you and your partner arrested me for possession of drugs. I went to jail for three years…three very long and painful years…." Jackson's hands started stroking Starsky's face. "Do you know what it's like in prison? Do you know what they do to you?" He leaned right over and breathed into the now terrified and appalled Starsky. The hands continued with their rubbing and stroking of Starsky's face, holding his head to prevent him moving. But the anger was building in Starsky, as well as the fear, and he started to buck wildly with his legs and kick out with his bound legs. But Jackson merely laughed at his victim. With renewed determination, Starsky wrenched his head away from the hands holding him and he rolled away. But he didn't get far and he soon felt himself being pulled back and forced onto his back and held him there. Starsky's face held an expression of revulsion, anger and terror as he glared up at his captor. For a few moments no-one moved. Jackson just leered at him as he started to unbutton Starky's shirt. Starsky started to tremble, please God, no not this….he bit back a sob as his shirt was unbuttoned. The hands started stroking his chest, pinching him, the face leaned into Starsky's face, breathing hard and whispering to him. The hands continued on their relentless journey, stroking and rubbing.

"You're gonna pay pig and you're gonna regret arresting me!" the hands moved down, leaving Starsky sick, terrified and humiliated - his partner could be dying next to him, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't even save himself. He couldn't stop the gasp of horror, muffled by the gag, as the hands reached the top of his jeans and his belt was removed very slowly and deliberately. The bile rose in his throat but he knew he was powerless to prevent his captor doing what he wanted. He could and would fight with everything in him but the ropes held him firmly.

"You're not enjoying this, pig, are you? It's so much worse in prison. You only have me to deal with. In prison there are lots of people who want a piece of you." Starsky tried to blank his mind as he felt his jeans and briefs being pulled down to his

knees leaving him exposed and vulnerable. He started to struggle, trying to hide the fact he was trembling with terror, but his efforts just made Jackson laugh.

"I haven't started yet, Starsky. You're trembling so much and trying to fight me. There's no point in fighting this." Starsky braced himself as he felt the intrusive hands touching him, and he tried to wrench away again, his movements still limited by the tight ropes. Jackson had no need to try to stop him and was enjoying watching his vain attempts, knowing his prisoner wasn't going to get far. Starsky hated the fact he was trembling, he didn't want his captor to get any satisfaction from his terror. He flinched as the man leaned into him and started to nuzzle his face, the heat from his breath unbearable.

Oh God, Starsky tried to fight back his nausea. He tried to move his head away from the intrusion, but Jackson lay his weight on him effectively pinning him and the hands which had been exploring his body now came to his face to hold him firmly.

Starsky closed his eyes, not wanting to see the cold and empty eyes of his assailant.

"LOOK AT ME, YOU PIG!" He screamed into Starsky's face. "YOU'LL LEARN TO OBEY ME!" Starsky stubbornly kept his eyes closed. He did not want to give an inch to Jackson. The blow which struck his face was sudden and vicious, followed by another one and Starsky's head was buzzing. But Starsky was nothing if not stubborn and he was determined to keep his eyes closed. He only opened them when he felt hands going around his neck in a throttle hold and he started to choke. He was forced to open his eyes and stare up at the madman.

"Prison is a terrible place Starsky, they do terrible things to you. Of course it helps if you have a friend, but it takes awhile to find one. We may become friends, but we may not….It's up to you."

After a few dreadful seconds, the grip was released, leaving Starsky panting for breath. Jackson observed the terror in Starsky's eyes with pleasure and Starsky shivered again, still shaking as the hands continued on with their rough, intimate exploration of his body. For a few minutes he lay helplessly as he recovered from nearly being choked. But as the hands continued with their assault, the anger started to build up in him again and he started to buck wildly, yelling into his gag. But Jackson was persistent and still enjoying the resistance Starsky was showing. He was going to enjoy winning this battle of wills and part of the pleasure was going to be because it was not going to be an easy battle. He leaned down again, letting his mouth trace the scars on Starsky's chest and abdomen despite Starsky's increasingly desperate movements.

"This didn't kill you, eh superman? But this might. You'll want to die at first, and some do die. I wanted to die, but I lived, perhaps for this moment. Some enjoy it and some just give in to it. If you're nice, I might let you live. I hadn't considered letting you live before, as I just wanted to kill you but this could be fun. It's been a long time since I've had a friend." He was thoroughly enjoying Starsky's horror and discomfort as his hands continued their probing of his victim's wriggling body.

"You'll live, Starsky. I can see you're tough. You need to know this is what happens in prison. Of course you never know when or if it will happen, 'cause you're just a plaything for the big boys." Starsky was sick to his stomach as his captor unexpectedly stopped and walked away, leaving him shaking badly with his jeans and briefs around his knees, shirt open, terrified about the violation he'd already suffered and terrified about Hutch who seemed to be badly hurt. He looked over at his still unconscious partner and prayed as he'd never prayed before, pulling frantically but uselessly at his restraints, sobbing with frustration and fear.