I'm sorry for the delay – real life has been a pain and I also got into a bit of a mess with this story. To help get out of the mess, I am reposting Chapter 5 which has been revised – partly to help me with the next part and partly to fix up a couple of inconsistencies and some repetition.

Thank you for your PMs – please know that despite the delays, the story will be continued, and is actually finished. It's just that once I looked at it more closely, I realized it needed a lot of work and cutting and pasting endlessly has affected the flow. Chapter 6 will be posted very shortly after this one.

Same disclaimers as before – no profit being made and S&H do not belong to me unfortunately.

WARNINGS! Same warnings – sexual violence ahead and it is a dark story. If the topic offends please do not read.

CHAPTER FIVE

Hutch had been dragged out to the car after he'd passed out, but as he was pushed into the back seat he started to revive slightly. His shoulder felt like it was on fire and he knew he was in trouble but his pain-filled mind was blurring his memories.

"Starsk…." He whispered.

"Nah, you'd better forget about your miserable partner…he's mine now…." Words floated over Hutch. "He agreed to stay with me to save your miserable life, and he's going to be my friend…" Even in Hutch's confusion, the words were ominous and he tried to push himself up, almost passing out again as the pain lanced through him.

"Forget it, Hutchinson. You're not going anywhere. I'm gonna dump you and leave you to die…but it could be worse, you could be in Starsky's position…." The evil laugh left Hutch cold.

"He's not gonna have much fun with me, not to start with, but we'll soon be friends…I'd send you photos but not sure you'll make it. Maybe I'll send them to your precinct so that all your cop buddies will know what's happened to Starsky. How he agreed to stay with me so you'd be safe. Okay, enough talk, here's a good spot to leave you. Maybe your body will be found, maybe it won't." The car stopped and Hutch felt his legs grabbed and pulled out.

Feeling sick and dizzy from the blood loss, he fell to the ground without resistance as he was pulled out of the car, groaning as Jackson pulled him up again and started dragging him away from the road.

"Now, now, Hutchinson. Don't worry, you might be found but if you're not, you'll never know." Jackson laughed again as he dropped Hutch to the ground.

"Do you want to know what I'm going back to do now? I'm going to have some fun with your partner. Do you know why? You bastards ruined my life by sending me to jail. You don't remember me, do you? It was a minor charge of possession and it ruined my life. Three years of hell! It doesn't matter that you don't remember me. All you need to know is that you're going to pay for sending me to jail, especially Starsky. You've got off a bit lightly, Hutchinson."

Hutch flinched as Jackson leaned down and stroked his face.

"I wish I could keep you round for a bit longer but it's better this way. You see, Starsky promised to stay with me if I let you go. You must be worth a lot to him…" Jackson chuckled as he watched Hutch trying frantically to get up. He easily pushed him back down again. "Gotta go, he's waiting for me and he's probably kind of anxious by now."

Hutch shook his head in an attempt to clear it as the footsteps departed. He was appalled at the cruel words, and the stroking of his face made him quite ill. God, Starsk, what are you going through? . Using all of his failing strength, he managed to roll onto his stomach. He needed to get help, and most of all, he needed to get help for his partner. The image of Starsky gave him strength as he started his laborious crawl back down the alley.

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Starsky remained very still after the footsteps left. He was deeply shocked by the intimate kiss and molestation he'd already endured. His body was sore from the probing, pinching hands and he was having trouble dealing with the fact he was so helpless. The thought of never seeing Hutch again was devastating, but he couldn't regret begging for his life. He'd do whatever it took to save his partner, and a shudder went through him as he realized he was about to prove that. He'd actually promised not to fight back and had let the lunatic pervert kiss him. As the reality sank in, so did the reaction, and he found himself shaking badly. How could he bear it, already he was so traumatized, and it would get so much worse. Trying to shift his mind from his grim future, he thought about his partner and best friend, although the word friend brought bile into his throat. Surely Jackson hadn't been serious about keeping him and making him his friend. But as he pictured the leering face, he knew his captor was insane and there was no reasoning with him. Denial wasn't going to work, he was in deep trouble. He choked back a sob as he curled himself into a ball, both to keep some warmth from escaping his increasingly cold body, and trying to forget that he was completely naked.

The one positive for Starsky was the knowledge his partner was safe. Maybe, just maybe, he'd managed to save him. He just hoped Hutch would never know about his degradation and what had happened to him. Hopefully his body would never be found, that is if he was even killed. Starsky blinked back the tears as he recalled Jackson didn't plan on killing him immediately, and what was going to happen if he never did. The thought of being a plaything to this pervert chilled him to the bone and as he lay there contemplating what was going to happen, he decided he'd just have to provoke Jackson into killing him. Hutch, please forgive me, but I can't live through this. He thought back to the last time he'd talked to Hutch. It had been at the healthy restaurant and he'd given him a hard time about his weird eating habits and Hutch had responded with a comment about bad eating habits being the death of him. Guess you were wrong, blintz….it's not food that's gonna kill me…It was a lifetime ago, even though he had no real idea of how long he'd been held for, it was already a lifetime and nothing could ever be the same again. Without conscious thought, Starsky started wriggling his wrists again, trying to loosen the ropes. He bit down into the gag and tried to ignore the pain from his already damaged and bleeding wrists. He couldn't give up, not yet. The thought of Jackson touching him again was enough to give him strength to continue, feeling he'd go insane if he was touched again. Please God, please let Hutch live, please let something come from this abomination. Starsky continued to pray as he worked away at the ropes. At least Hutch has been spared this horror...He was so scared, more scared than he'd ever been in his life and he needed his partner badly, but he was on his own this time, maybe for the last time. Starsky started to breathe hard and fast at the unpleasant images which were going through his mind. Overwhelming panic and horror spread through him as he heard the footsteps returning. Oh God…..