Same disclaimers: S&H do not belong to me and no profit is being made.
Really sorry for the delay in posting. Real life has been a pain and this is a difficult story which I haven't wanted to rush through.
Warnings: Dark story with violence and sexual assault.
This does deal with male rape so if the topic offends, please do not read.
I truly do not wish to offend anyone but I decided to go where this story took me. For those who are reviewing and encouraging me, I wish to extend my thanks and gratitude. Things do improve after this chapter, although there is a great deal of recovery to be gone through.
Thanks to Sparkle for her great help in tidying it up.
CHAPTER 8
Huggy Bear wasted no time in getting to the hospital. Even if he'd been inclined to do so, the desperation in Hutch's voice would have prevented him from ignoring the request for help. Although tough in exterior, and very loath to admit it, he cared a great deal about Starsky and Hutch. He'd not heard of any hit out on them, but he'd put the word round with people who owed him and he was hoping to get some information about who held Starsky. But he held no great hope of finding anything in time, so his best bet was to make himself available to the blond half of the partnership. If there was any chance of Starsky surviving, it lay in his partner's determination.
More concerned about Starsky than about himself, Hutch had discharged himself against medical advice and was waiting impatiently for Huggy to arrive. There was no force on earth strong enough to stop him from trying to find his partner, not even his own weakness.
"Hey, you sure you're up to this?" Huggy asked with concern. Hutch's face was quite white and he was leaning on a wall for support.
"I'm probably better than Starsky. You got any news for me?" Hutch demanded.
Huggy shrugged, wishing he could help. "Not yet. But somethin' will turn up."
Hutch sighed. "Let's hit the streets…."
"Detective Hutchinson, phone call for you." A nurse's voice interrupted them.
Hutch wanted to just get out of there but he realized it might be Dobey with some information. He grabbed the phone.
"Hutchinson!"
"Hutchinson, glad you're still there." Dobey's voice was gruff. "We have some names and we're following up on them."
"Who are they?" Hutch asked.
"We're following up on Mickey Simmons, Jimmy Beruto, Derek Jackson and Pete Anders. Anders and Beruto are still in prison."
"Jackson and Simmons?"Hutch barked.
"Both of them are out and we have addresses for them. You stay put and I'll keep you posted." Dobey hung up the phone.
As Dobey spoke, Hutch let his mind go back to the voice. It was familiar and his memories of Jackson and Simmons were vague. Simmons had a Southern accent, and the voice he remembered did not. Jackson…Derek Jackson….Hutch picked up the phone again and called Dispatch for an address which they gave him.
"Huggy, I've got an address! Let's go!"
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Starsky had managed to work the blindfold half off and the ropes around his ankles were loosening. Kicking out frantically, he found his legs were suddenly free and wasting no time he rolled to the edge of the bed. He was feeling weak and dizzy but the sudden opportunity to escape the hell he'd been in was not to be missed. The blindfold was still half on and his wrists still secured behind him but he found the strength to force himself to keep going. He pushed his legs forward so that he was then sitting on the edge of the bed. He stood up slowly, swaying slightly as dizziness hit, and he stumbled to the ground as his legs gave up on him. Cursing and almost sobbing with terror and frustration, he managed to get back onto his knees. The thought of the hands all over him again, and worse, gave him the strength he needed to stagger up.
Somehow he managed to get to the door but as he did he quickly saw that there was no way to open it because it opened into the room and his arms were still useless. Looking around the room provided him with no answer as the room was quite barren apart from the bed. The railings on the bed looked like metal but he feared there were no sharp edges on which he could try cut the ropes. Wanting to scream in frustration, he turned towards the window. He'd just have to break through the glass. Concentrating too hard on trying to escape, he was oblivious to the sound of Jackson's return until he felt his hair being grabbed roughly and pulled back hard as he was tossed to the ground. The sudden kick to his lower back sent shockwaves of pain through his already aching body, and a further kick caused him to try to roll away from the attack. But Jackson grabbed him easily.
"You're trying to get me to kill you, Starsky, but you're not gonna be that lucky!"
Starsky was roughly pulled up and thrown on the bed, landing on his stomach. He was dazed by the sudden attack but he remained determined to continue to fight to the last. He wriggled away, only stopping as he felt Jackson grabbing his hair and pulling his head back again. His muffled gasp of pain caused Jackson to laugh as he pulled Starsky's head back even further. Starsky was held in the uncomfortable position for a couple of seconds before he felt Jackson's breath on his face. He was powerless to move as the blindfold was pushed back into place, once again blinding Starsky.
"You're just not learning anything about being my friend! I should've kept your partner around as you were much more cooperative then. You let me kiss you and now you act as if you can't stand me touching you…" Jackson whispered into Starsky's ear, still holding his head firmly. Without warning he released the hold and Starsky's head fell forward onto the bed.
"I'm gonna call you, David, my friend. Friends call each other their proper names…"
Starsky felt the mattress sagging as Jackson moved but he was unable to see what was happening. As he felt Jackson's hands on his legs pulling them apart, he automatically moved to bring them together but Jackson's rough hands grabbed his flailing legs and held them determinedly apart. Jackson then moved so that he was kneeling between Starsky's legs, laughing at the desperate efforts of his victim to escape.
"You're a fighter, David, that's for sure…" Jackson grabbed his hips easily, pulling up so that he was raised slightly on his knees.
Breathing hard and fast, Starsky was held quite firmly. Hutch…Hutch would rescue him…didn't the white knight always come to the rescue? Hutch had saved his life so many times…He tried to believe he'd be rescued. Hutch…
"I think you're getting the idea now, David. This could've been a lot easier on you…" Jackson spoke almost conversationally.
No…no…no… his mind screamed as he felt Jackson's weight behind him, the hands holding him firmly. Hutch…Hutch would come….but did he want Hutch to see what had happened. No….no….A momentary relief as Jackson released his hips and Starsky took immediate advantage and tried to wriggle away, every instinct in him telling him to fight even though it seemed so hopeless. Hutch, please Hutch, please help me…the mantra was going round in Starsky's mind as Jackson regained his hold on Starsky's struggling body.
"You belong to me now, David. You can't deny it anymore! Just remember this could've have been a lot easier on you." Jackson wasted no more time as he thrust himself violently into his terrified victim. Starsky's scream of despair through his gag was almost inhuman as the agony exploded through his devastated body.
"I told you that you belonged to me…" Words held no meaning for Starsky as he lost awareness of anything but the vile feel of his rapist ripping into him, tearing him with every movement. The scream had lessened to quiet sobs as Jackson continued to brutalize him. Finally the pain of the assault became too much and Starsky was at last granted the mercy of unconsciousness.
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Hutch had remained silent and white-lipped as Huggy drove to the address they'd been given.
Huggy spared a couple of quick glances at him. The anger and fear emanating from the blond detective was intense and almost palpable and Huggy hoped it wasn't a mistake taking on the unknown perp without backup. He was, however, fully aware Hutch would have come even without his help. Nothing was going to stop him from trying to save his partner. Huggy just prayed they were in time.
The address was in an older part of the city and it was quite a rundown area. Hutch barely waited for the car to stop before he got out.
"Wait here, Huggy!" Hutch barked the order. Huggy wanted to argue as the detective looked like he barely had the strength to stand but he didn't waste time. Huggy had every intention of calling Dobey at the first opportunity. After Huggy curtly nodded his consent, Hutch turned his attention to the house.
Taking a couple of seconds to steady himself against the dizziness, Hutch walked slowly and carefully towards the building. He had no warrant, and no gun, but his instincts were telling him Starsky was in the house and he moved slowly forward.
Huggy watched the detective approach the house and he knew he had to call for back-up. They had no proof Starsky was there but if he was Hutch could be walking into a trap. Making a quick decision, Huggy decided to find a phone.
