Son

Chapter Six

Hehe… I just realized that I named Horatio's daughter Bridgette and in my Psych story named the niece Bridgette. Weird. Sorry! Didn't need to point that out. Anyways, on with the story!

Bridgette tried to calm down. They had separated Jake and her. She didn't know where they had taken him but he could hear him screaming as he was pulled away from her. Jamie led her down a hall and into a room. All that was in there was a metal table and surgical equipment. Her eyes went wide when she saw the instruments.

"Please, no!" she cried trying to pull out of Jamie's grasp. His grip held tightly.

"Would you shut up?!" he growled, smashing his fist into the side of her face.

While she was momentarily stunned, Jamie released the rope from her wrists. He picked her up and laid her on the table. It took him less than a minute for him to strap her wrists, ankles, waist, and head to the table. She started to struggle with the leather straps. They tightly bound her in place. She wasn't able to move any part of her body.

Jamie smirked. "I'll be right back."

He left the room, locking the door when he left. Bridgette began to breath heavily. The instruments were right next to her head. Her eyes were focused on the gleaming scalpel. Just looking at it made her heart race.

"Help! Somebody! Help me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Only silence answered her.

Tears ran down her face as she waited for her captors to return. Waiting for them to come back into the room was mental torture for Bridgette. Minutes seemed like hours when finally the door creaked open. Her eyes went directly to the door. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would break her ribs. Jamie and Anna entered the torture room.

"Now why are you screaming?" Anna chuckled. "No one can hear you. You're just wasting your breath. But by all means, scream your head off!"

"We want to hear you scream." Jamie added.

"The test subjects did." Anna casually stated.

She walked over to the table taking out a stool that had been pushed under the table. She sat down on the stool picking up the scalpel. The light caught the side of the scalpel making it look menacing.

Anna ran her finger down the edge, drawing some blood. "They all screamed, and begged. They even offered to pay us if we stopped. Do you know what it's like to watch the life drain out of someone? To feel their heart beating in your hands? To be the one who controls weather they live or die? It's such a thrill!"

Jamie chuckled as Bridgette started to cry louder.

"I'm sure your father enjoys it. I mean, why else would he be a cop!"

Anna lifted up Bridgette's shirt to reveal her abdomen. She pressed the tip of the scalpel to her abs.

"No. Please! Stop!" Bridgette choked out between sobs.

The scalpel was suddenly jerked back from the skin.

Anna seemed to ponder the plea. She smiled. "You know, I could've been a surgeon. Actually I was one. I impressed all the doctors with my precise movements and steady hands. It just took one mistake, one stupid CSI to change that. Your damn father killed someone very close to me. I started making mistakes because of it. I had to turn in my medical license because of him!"

She looked at Jamie and nodded slightly. Jamie nodded back.

The last thing he heard before he closed the door behind him was Anna say: "Now, let's begin!"