Son

Chapter Eighteen

I had to reread this story because its been so long. Was suppose to be up last weekend but the writer's block is kicking my ass.

Sorry for the wait, here it is!

Bridgette had managed to slowly crawl over to the unmoving Jake. She let out an agonized moan with every inch she moved.

"Jake." She whispered lightly shaking him. "Please get up."

She tried again with no luck. She choked back a sob, shaking harder.

"He's not going to find us in time." Kyle said watching her.

"Don't say that, Kyle." She sniffled looking at him through teary eyes. "He'll be here. He's always there for us and now isn't going to be any different."

"I wouldn't listen to her." Jamie chuckled from the top of the stairs. "I think he just doesn't care. I mean why would he leave his kids with a psycho like me, to do with what ever I please?" He slowly descended the stairs. "Wouldn't he have found you by now?"

Bridgette glared. "What did you do to my brother?"

"Nothing too serious." He smiled. "He'll live… maybe."

He ignored her simply pushing her out of the way, going over to Kyle. He pulled out a key taking his time to unlock the handcuffs.

"I finally finished cleaning the blood off the walls." He muttered into his ears. "It's all set for yours."

Kyle stumbled as Jamie grabbed a fist full of hair dragging him to the stairs. He chuckled as the helpless teen stumbled up the stairs. Jamie continued to drag him relentlessly by his hair. He squeezed his eyes closed as the pain kept exploding through his head. Jamie roughly shoved him into a room. Again he stumbled, his chest hitting something hard. He opened his eyes as the door slammed shut, deadbolt clicking closed. He looked down at what he had hit, before taking a step back.

"Like my creation?" Jamie smirked shoving him down onto the rack, strapping him in. "Nothing like a nice little torture rack to get the screams flowing."

Kyle pulled at the ropes while he went to the top of the rack, twisted the wheel at the top, tightening the ropes. He yelped as he began to stretch past the normal point, his arms feeling like they were going to be pulled from their sockets. Just when he thought they would dislocate, Jamie stopped.

Jamie came back into his view. "At least I didn't put the spikes on… even if it would've been more entertaining for me."

He laughed walking over to the far wall. Different types of torture instruments lined it. He picked up a chain whip, the ends crusted with Jake's blood.

"Your brother lasted longer than I thought he would." Jamie said picking up the whip. "It was your spot he took but I don't think you would've lasted as long and that wouldn't have been much fun, now would it?"

Again he pulled at the ropes.

He walked back to Kyle with a long hunting knife. "Let the games begin."