Thanks for the reviews so far! I'm not trying to get too fancy here...just a bunch of whumping, lol. But we'll see where it goes. Thanks for reading!
The other two men pulled Hanson up to his feet and held him tightly by the arms, bracing their bodies behind him. "Lesson one," Eckert said as he approached them. "There are no fair fights."
He gripped Hanson's shoulder tightly with his left hand and delivered a powerful blow to Tom's abdomen with his right. Tom grunted in pain but was being held too firmly to double over. A second punch caused his legs to go weak and he slumped a bit, but the thugs' grips kept him from falling.
Hanson was gasping, trying to replenish the precious oxygen that had been forced from him.
Eckert released his grip. "Hold him tight for me."
The hands holding Tom repositioned themselves, strongly wrapping around his arms to keep him in place. Eckert threw an uppercut to Tom's stomach and quickly followed with another. Tom's head hung as he fought to bear through the pain, but Eckert dealt him a hard blow to the face, causing his split lip to begin spurting blood again. He gasped for breath as Eckert's fist pounded his gut again.
"How's that feel, you fucking nark?" Eckert snarled as he delivered another punch to the helpless officer's body. "Huh? Does that feel good?" Another hit to his stomach. "Answer me, asshole!" His fist struck hard again, burying deep into Tom's abdomen.
Hanson was moaning now, the pain overwhelming him. "Please…" he mumbled, "…please…stop."
Eckert answered with a kick to his groin.
The two men released him, and he fell to the ground, screaming and writhing in pain. Tears leaked from his eyes as darkness swam in front of him. Eckert stood over him and delivered a hard kick to his side, then another to his back. Hanson curled up on his side as tightly as he could as the ex-convict's boot assaulted his kidneys. He reached forward, grasping at the ground, trying to pull himself away from his attacker, but a kick to the back of his head stopped him. He lay face down in the dirt, gasping and choking, trying to keep his wits about him, but the pain soon took over and his consciousness faded away.
Tom had no idea how long he had been out when he finally woke up. The only thing that he was aware of was the pain encompassing his body. Afraid to move, he slowly opened his swollen, blood encrusted eyes. It was still dark, but the full moon was overhead, illuminating the area. He could see a picnic table, but he wasn't sure if it was the one Eckert had been sitting on earlier. Trees surrounded the open area he was in, and he realized they must have brought him to some kind of park when they had abducted him from in front of his apartment.
He took shallow breaths, as deeper ones caused sharp pains that he presumed were from a broken rib or two. He was trying to think reasonably and remain calm, but he was worried about his injuries. He knew his face must be a mess, but that would heal. But his head was aching fiercely, and there was an overall deep pain in his body that he knew couldn't be good.
From his position on the ground, Hanson couldn't see anyone else in the area, but he was still cautious about moving. He lay still for several minutes, hoping against hope that they were gone, but his optimism fell as the smell of cigarettes and the sound of laughter reached his ears. They were somewhere behind him…probably at the table near the car. If he could just stay quiet long enough…if he could just pretend he was still unconscious…maybe they would get tired of waiting and leave.
Staying still should be no problem. He knew that any movement was bound to cause him more pain. He was perfectly content to stay put and wait it out. But he was so thirsty. He ran his tongue around his lips and felt the broken skin there, but no moisture. He tried to swallow and became aware of the thickness in his mouth…tasted the copper of the blood that coated it, and he gagged. He tried to stop the coughing, but his inhalation brought with it the dusty dirt his face was lying in, and he began heaving and choking. The actions brought aches and sharp pains to life in his body, and he moaned miserably as he tried to find fresh air to breathe.
Hanson closed his eyes and prayed as the choking stopped, but he knew it was too late. He felt their hands on him and he stifled a cry of pain as they pulled him to his feet. They pulled him by his arms toward the car, his feet dragging along the ground. Once they were near the car, they released him, letting him drop to the ground in a heap. He lay there, eyes closed, and heard crunching and twigs snapping as footsteps came near. He opened his eyes to see Eckert walking toward him. Fearful of another attack, he tried to curl up again.
But Eckert's plans this time did not include kicking the officer. He reached down and grabbed him by the front of the shirt, easily pulling him to his feet. He then slammed him against the side of the car, pressing his body against him to keep him still while his hand released the shirt and grabbed Hanson's jaw tightly. "You're looking a little worse for wear there, buddy," he sneered as he stared into Tom's face. "But it looks like you learned your first lesson pretty good, huh? See…I told you prison was real educational for me."
Tom tried to calm down…to even out his breathing so he wouldn't pass out again, but being upright was making him dizzy and nauseous. And his jaw was aching from Eckert's fingers pressing into it.
Eckert turned to the two men behind him and asked, "You guys ready?" They smiled and nodded. He turned his attention back to his captive, letting go of his face and placing his hand on his chest. He put his other hand behind Tom's head, running his fingers through his hair. He placed his face close to Tom as the officer tried to pull back. Eckert tangled his fingers in the soft, dark hair tightly and held his head firmly as he placed his forehead against Hanson's. Looking into his eyes, his hand slid down Tom's chest, lingering a moment before grabbing the waistband of his jeans and pulling up sharply.
Tom uttered a gasp, both of surprise and pain, as the crotch of the jeans pressed tightly against his privates.
Eckert maintained contact with Tom's forehead as he cocked his head to the side a little and whispered, "Lesson two." He pulled up higher and harder on the jeans. "Take what you want."