I'm in Love with My Stalker
By: Don David and Sasha Cartwright
Chapter 9
"Uh," groaned Tony as a fist collided with his abdomen.
It felt like the millionth blow to his now very battered and bruised body.
He had no idea what time it was or how long he had been there.
All he knew was that he hurt…a lot.
After he had driven to an abandoned rest area about twenty miles outside of DC, the man in his back seat that still remained nameless had given him three good knocks on the head with the pistol before Tony had completely lost consciousness.
He'd woken up tied, or more so, strapped to an old metal table that, he eventually realized was a medical table much like the ones Ducky had in autopsy.
Since the room had no windows, one door, and was lit by a single bare bulb, Tony felt his anxiety levels spike through the roof.
A few minutes after he had woken up, the woman and the man that he could now see clearly, had entered the room, all the time claiming that he was the Timothy McGee that had broken the woman's heart.
"I know it's you!" screamed the woman, as Tony tried to catch his breath for what seemed like the thousandth time through the bleeding gashes in his chest and the, no doubt, broken ribs that screamed out their protest at being moved, "I have all of your messages and the picture."
"Look, lady," Tony gasped through the pain that seemed to play a chorus of dull and sharp twinges through his torso, thoroughly fed up with the psycho twins, "Like I've told you a thousand times before, my name is Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo and I have never spoken to or even seen you before..."
But his thoughts trailed off as he did remember her from the picture on McGee's computer.
This must be the stalker ex-girlfriend and...her brother maybe.
Tony was pulled from his thoughts by the man grunting in irritation, "Quit trying to lie, Tim. It's only going to get you hurt worse."
"But, I'm not lying," exclaimed Tony, thoroughly bewildered.
Seeming fed up with the lack of results that his fist was having on "Tim's" abdomen, chest, and face, the man tried a different approach.
Adding one more solid punch to the left side of Tony's face, the mystery man added, "Fine, you won't own up to what you done, I guess we'll have to convince you in another way."
"We'll make you talk," declared the other male, getting his face uncomfortably close to Tony's face with a psychotic glint in his eye.
Loosening the restraints only enough to turn Tony on his stomach, Anna quickly retightened the straps only for the sound of a thick leather belt sliding through belt loops to grace Tony's ears.
Knowing that things had just gone from bad to worse, Tony tried desperately to stay calm and collected, but that became increasingly difficult as the belt swung through the air and slashed across his back, leaving a violent red welt behind it.
Trying to distract himself from the pain, Tony noticed that the belt seemed to be working its way down his back from the base of his neck to the heels of his feet before working its way back up towards his neck.
As the belt continued its merciless path down Tony's back, Tony's stomach lunged when he realized that the warm, slick liquid on his back was his blood as it slid sluggishly down his back to pool on the floor with a soft, 'drip,drip'.
By the third time down his back, Tony fell into blissful unconsciousness.
A/N There it is, as promised. Hope we didn't disappoint, but there will be more on the way. Remember to please review and let us know how we did.