Title: "Happy birthday, my slave," Part 2/3
Characters: Amita/OMC, Amita/Charlie, implied Charlie/Colby
Rating: M

Warnings: Psychological and physical torture.
Spoilers: Episode 4.11 "Breaking point".
Summary: Torture starts.

Feedback: Yes, feedback is love.

Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it, but I do own the original aspects and any OCs.
Beta:Thanks to my amazing beta.

A/N: This is a side story for The Connections Series written by me. This little fic takes place during chapters 1 up to 4.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY SLAVE, Part 2/3

Patrick muttered, "Are you scared, my dear?" He was still playing with his knife.

Amita was trembling in front of him, but she dared to say, "No."

Strangely, Patrick stared at her with a serious look on his face. Then he whispered, "I see… I suppose we'll have to do something about that."

He put his knife back into his pocket and got out of the motel room. When he disappeared and the door was closed, Amita tried to free herself. This was impossible, as the chains were hurting her skin and the position she was put in was starting to feel awkward.

There was a phone next to the bed, but she was unable to get to it. Maybe if she could call the people from the motel… She started to think about how Patrick had managed to bring her inside the room without anybody noticing that she had obviously been kidnapped. The only possibility was that the motel rooms and stairs were in an angle that hid the guests from the host's reception.

She would have to fight Patrick herself and survive until she could find a way to ask for help. She tried to free herself again for several minutes, but then the door opened again and there he was, her ex boyfriend, the sadistic Patrick Garner, and he was carrying something.

Patrick stumbled a few times, trying to get something into the room. Amita gasped in horror when she saw what it was.

It was an old man who had been stabbed to death by Patrick. His blood ran over the wood of the floor and the cheap horrible carpet that lay next to the door.

"You fucking piece of shit," Patrick mumbled, because the old guy was giving him a hard time. Angry, he left the body on the floor and kicked to door to close it. "I hope you don't give me any more trouble or you'll suffer worse than death."

Then Patrick walked in circles around the corpse, one hand on his hip, another on his forehead, wiping the sweat that was running down it. Finally, he looked at Amita and gave her a wicked smile. "Scared, hon?"

She simply gasped again and pressed her back against the wall, trying to get as far from Patrick than she could, even if the chains hurt her more.

"Ha," the man laughed, and he knelt beside the body, looking at it. He pulled out his knife again and muttered, "So, what do you think, Amita? Should I let our host die like this, or should I finish him by making him unrecognizable?"

So the man was the motel's host. "No. Please, don't do that. Don't hurt him anymore," Amita begged, because she knew that she couldn't bear to watch a person be disfigured right in front of her… Nobody could.

"Oh… You really care about him. But does that really matter? I mean, he's dead," Patrick said. He immediately got up and kicked the man' lifeless body to prove his point, even if it was already obvious.

Amita writhed a little and she waited for Patrick to make his next move. The situation had already gone too far. Patrick had always been crazy, but he had also been pretty harmless. Now he was completely different. He was insane and out of control, and she wasn't able to predict what he would do next.

Now Patrick was admiring her tremble again with a soft smile on his face. He slowly approached her, noticing her jolting against the wall, and he knelt between her open legs, watching her face closely. "You know," he whispered next to her mouth, his eyes roaming her cheeks, her eyes, the shape of her nose, the curve of her chin, "This is not what I wanted. But you forced me to do it."

Amita held her breath.

"I could stay in control after you left me… but after what I saw… and after finding out that you were still denying the truth that was in front of your eyes… I just couldn't stand it anymore." Slowly, Patrick took a deep breath, approaching Amita's lips. He kissed her gently, and smiled when he felt her trying to punch the wall, provoking the chains to sound. But then he became serious again, almost melancholic, and he continued saying, "Why did you leave me for him? How could you? I'm so much better than professor Charles Eppes."

"That's bullshit. Charlie's a better man than you could ever be in your life," Amita snapped, not being able to hold her tears and her offensive words, even if it was very dangerous. Patrick was insulting Charlie. And Charlie meant everything to Amita. She dreamed about a family and a life of joy with him.

"You know what? I bet the guy is gay. Have you seen him? So fragile, so focused on his theories?"

What the hell was Patrick saying? "So what? I love him just as he is."

"Really? Mmm… Interesting. But you'll love me more, slave of mine. I swear I'll make you love me. You'll learn to love the pain, even if you don't want to now."

He moved away from her and fetched some stuff from a bag that was on the bed. While he was trying to find something in particular, he kept talking. "After all, pain will be the only thing that'll be left for you when I open your eyes and you realize how stupid you've been and how much you'd like to come back to me." He took out a laptop and carefully placed it on the bed.

"I don't know if you've noticed it, Patrick, but I never wanted to see you again," Amita stated, trying not to sound scared.

"Yeah…, but that was before I gave you your birthday present."

Amita opened her mouth to say something, but after she processed what Patrick had said, she became speechless.

The man got what he wanted and he went close to her again. He stood in front of her, showing her a calendar. "I saw this at the reception, and it made me remember that June 5th is your birthday." Patrick looked at the dates, smiling with warm eyes. "Of course I know that there are some months left for that, but what the hell. I want to give you my present now. And I'm aware that doing that means bad luck, but I think that then again, isn't this bad luck enough already for you?" He opened his arms, pointing at the whole situation he had put Amita into.

She swallowed hard and saw other item that he was holding and now showing to her. It was a CD with unknown content.

"This is my little surprise. This is what will make you realize how much time you've been wasting with your perfect professor."

Still smiling, Patrick walked towards the laptop that he had left on the bed. He plugged it and put the CD in. And finally, he played the strange movie he was so excited about.

He returned to the place Amita was and knelt beside her. He pulled out his lighter, created the usual little flame and started singing while the images appeared on the screen. "Happy birthday to you…"

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