Author's Note- Nonconsensual content ahead. I can't believe I wrote this. If you don't like N/C, just read the first 30 paragraphs or so. I don't know how anyone can read this. I've only read the entire chapter once, and that was when I wrote it.
Chapter 4- Torment
"Dad, I'm really worried about Don," Charlie said, sitting down at the kitchen table with a bowl of soup. Alan smiled sadly.
"You got to understand, Charlie, that every once in a while, Don takes a case too personally."
"But he looked so terrified when he started talking about how the guy goes after curly haired guys now. He even snatched the evidence right out of my hands."
"Now you know how he feels, Charlie," Alan said.
"What do you mean, Dad?"
"Remember that series of bank robberies you two worked on? Remember how you predicted where the next place would be, told Don about it, and everything went bad? You were terrified for days afterward. You started working on the P vs. NP equation thingy like crazy, because you felt guilty that you had put your brother in danger. He feels the same way about you. As his brother, as a professor, and as a math genius, you tend to have a noticeable profile. He probably feels you have become a target because of him."
"And he's absolutely fucking right, Mr. Eppes," a voice growled from the back door. Charlie and Alan both rose, turning to see the pale thin face of Raymond Leary, as well as the barrel of a 357 Magnum.
"Who the hell are you?" Alan said, instinctively stepping between Charlie and the gun.
"I'm the guy who's managed to kill eleven people in three months without getting caught. But more importantly, I'm the guy who's going to kill you. Now, step away from Charlie."
Alan didn't move. His heart was pounding, but he couldn't leave Charlie unprotected. He didn't know what this maniac's interest in Charlie was about, but he didn't want to find out.
"Move, or I'll blow your fucking head off," Leary said, his voice dangerously low.
"Dad, please," Charlie whispered. Alan turned and saw great fear in his son's eyes. "Please move."
Alan moved slowly, his own fear growing. Here he was in his own house, with a gun pointed at him and his son.
"Come here, Charlie," Leary said, his voice now light and happy. Charlie stepped forward, swallowing hard.
"Now turn around." Charlie turned, and flinched as he felt cold steel against his neck. Leary tossed Alan a roll of duct tape with his free hand.
"Mr. Eppes, I want you to walk into Charlie's bedroom. Seat yourself in a chair, and tape yourself to it. If you do anything that seems fishy to me, I will shoot your son and then you. Start walking now." Alan obeyed instantly.
"Follow him, Charlie," Leary said, prodding him with the Magnum. Charlie complied, his entire body trembling. What had Leary done to his other victims that had frightened Don so much? Would it happen to him?
"You know why I picked you? First, I saw Keith. I had already been watching him. But when I saw you in the hall with him, I made the connection that you were Don's brother. It was all too perfect. And it shall end perfectly. Your brother has no clue what's going on yet. By the time he does, I'll be finished."
Charlie walked forward slowly, staring at his father's back, barely acknowledging the killer's words. Why was Leary involving his father? Would he kill him?
"Alright, Charlie," Leary said once they were in Charlie's bedroom. He stepped away from Charlie, retrieved the duct tape from Alan and tossed it onto the bed. "I want you to tape your hands. I want you to lie still on your back, while I fix your dad up. Make any false moves, and his ass is dead. Got it?" Charlie looked at his father, and nodded. He couldn't let anything happen to Alan.
It was difficult to tape both his hands, but somehow he managed to do it. He watched as Leary secured his father to the chair, and then tucked to Magnum into his back pocket.
"All ready, now," he murmured to him. "Charles Eppes, I would like to congratulate you on being my last sacrifice. You seem to be a very brave and brilliant young man. I almost hate to kill you."
"No!" Alan cried. "You sick son of a-"
"Alan Eppes, I would like to congratulate you as well." Leary began, silencing him. "You are an exceptional father. You have raised two very fine boys. You should be proud."
"I am proud," Alan began, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I'm proud of Charlie, and I'm proud of Don. And I'll be even more proud when Don comes and sends your ass to hell."
"He better hope he doesn't show up. If he does, I'll kill you, then I'll kill Charlie, and then I'll kill him. I hate that smug son of bitch. He almost ruined my plans. That bastard!" Suddenly, he drew a knife from his pocket.
"No!" Alan yelled, fearing for his son's life. The knife flashed down, but missed Charlie by millimeters, sinking deep into the mattress.
"There shall be no more restraints, Mr. Eppes. You may scream; I will not gag you. George and Diana are all that matter to me. And when your son's blood spills, they shall come back."
"You think by killing my son, you'll be able to resurrect someone?" Alan asked, unwilling to believe what his ears had heard.
"Not just your son. He might be wonderful, but his blood alone is not enough to bring back my brother and sister."
"Holy shit," Alan murmured. Leary smiled, revealing his crooked yellow teeth.
"It's time to have fun. Are you ready, Dad? Are you ready, Charlie?" He jumped onto the bed, so he was sitting next to Charlie. Charlie looked up at him, the pangs of fear in his belly increasing.
"Oh, now Charlie, don't be scared," he said, beginning to stroke the professor's face. "Daddy won't let anything happen to you."
Charlie shuddered as he felt Leary's other hand slowly slip under his shirt to stroke his lower right abdomen.
"Stop it!" Alan said, as Leary began to sniff Charlie's neck. He nipped it lightly, and Charlie couldn't help but whimper.
"That's right, Charlie, my little puppy dog. Ooh, my big puppy dog!" He said, beginning to laugh, as his hand trailed up the inside of Charlie's thigh. He swung his leg over Charlie's body, straddling his hips. He drew the knife from the mattress.
"Leave him alone!" Alan cried, tears openly falling down his face. He couldn't watch this madman torture his son, his baby boy. He struggled against his restraints, but he couldn't move.
"Leave him alone? But the fun hasn't even started. I won't kill him until he begs to die, until he begs like a penniless whore." He deftly sliced the front of Charlie's shirt away and lightly traced the Eppes' stomach. Charlie flinched, but did not speak. He had a plan.
Even in the midst of the greatest danger he had ever been in, Charlie knew what to do. It was the simplest, most logical way to survive. If he did not beg, he would live. The longer he refused to beg, the more time he gave Don come and rescue them.
But how long could he hold off?
Suddenly, his thoughts evaporated as he felt Leary's mouth enclose a piece of his skin, licking it as he bit. Leary sat up, looking oddly disappointed.
"Needs more flavoring. Perhaps some more… iron!" He said, opening up Charlie's skin. Alan cried out, more loudly than Charlie did, as blood spilled out. The wound thankfully was not deep, but Charlie still hissed in pain as Leary lapped up the blood with his tongue.
"Oh, yes, perfectly seasoned!" He cried, and cut Charlie's chest again.
"You sick son of a bitch, leave him alone!" Alan cried, nearly hysterical.
"What do you say, Charlie? Should I leave you alone?" Leary looked into Charlie's eyes, filled with pain and fear. Charlie refused to speak. His stomach was rolling, his chest was heaving. Though Leary's actions hurt and frightened him, what disgusted him was the fact that this sick son of bitch had aroused him.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Let me get it back for you," Leary said, and kissed Charlie hard on the mouth, forcing his lips open with his tongue.
"Oh, God," Alan murmured, his stomach turning as his son was violated by Leary's kiss. Leary cupped the back of Charlie's head, pulling him closer into the kiss. Charlie struggled with all his might, but he could not fight him off. Leary's hips jerked involuntarily, smacking hard against Charlie.
Alan closed his eyes, tears pouring, as he silently begged for a miracle.
Leary broke the kiss, his breath ragged. Clearly, the experience had aroused him.
"Oh," he murmured. "And this night is just beginning."
Alan opened his eyes, and saw that Charlie was looking at him. He saw the pain, the fear, and the nausea in his son's eyes and his heart broke. Charlie shook his head, and started to cry.
"Please just let him go. Please, I beg you. I'll do anything," Alan said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"No," Leary said, laughing. He began to cut Charlie's chest again.
"Stop it." The words were quiet. Leary froze mid-cut.
"What did you say, Charlie?" He asked quietly. Alan's blood froze in his veins.
"Please, stop touching me." Charlie's voice was raw and choked with emotion.
"Oh, but that would ruin all my fun."
"Just, just kill me."
"Charlie," Alan said, his voice breaking. "Charlie, no."
"Please, just kill me." Charlie's quiet voice cracked with emotion. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't wait for Don to save him. He wasn't strong enough.
"I don't know…" Leary said, a twisted grin on his face. He played with Charlie's pant zipper tauntingly.
"God damn you; kill me!" Charlie said as loudly as he could.
"As you wish, my love. Are you ready, Daddy?" Leary said, turning to smile at Alan. He raised the knife high above his head.
"NO!" Alan cried, desperate for his child.
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Ugh, can't believe I wrote that. Chapter 5, The First Consequence will be up in a few days. Thanks for reading!