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She didn't know how long she had sat there, back stiff and arms hanging by her side. Jim's unrecognisable head rested on her lap, blood still seeping into her jeans as his head was close to drained. Braxton had been cruel enough to leave her there, letting her sit in the stench of Jim's slow decaying body while he was absent. Audrey had tried calling for help, but her attempts had failed and her will was breaking in her confinement.
Her ears perked at the low rumble of an approaching vehicle, the first sound she had heard since her own ragged breaths. She heard the vehicle come to a halt at the mouth of the cave, doors opening and then shutting with a bang. She was alert now. Perhaps it was Pratt, coming to inspect the cave some more, or maybe it was Milton's men, curious as to where she was.
She called out, "Hello? Can you help me!" There was silence, and Audrey shuffled in her seat. "Please! I'm being held captive, please help me!" She begged loudly. Her cries echoed through the cave, her own voice unrecognisable to even herself. There was such desperation in her voice. "Please!" She pleaded.
There was a burst of laughter, followed by a quiet chuckle. "Please, help me!" Someone mocked in a girlish voice. "I'm being held captive."
Audrey stilled, the familiar feeling of dread pooling in the depths of her stomach. She stiffened, watching with silent disappointment as Braxton sauntered into the cave, with three people in tow. He stopped only a few metres from her, giving her his best dazzling smile and beckoning to the three figures in the back. Audrey heard a small gasp from the shadows.
"Jacks, I believe you've met my two associates before." He crooned.
Audrey stared as two figures appeared from the shadows, her own jaw dropping openly. Her face must of been a picture of horror and surprise, as Braxton snorted with smug amusement. "Weren't expecting that, were you?" He remarked smoothly.
Walter and Devon had stepped forward, an all too familiar eerie look in their eyes. Walter was blank, but Devon had the smuggest of smiles stretched on his lips. Audrey couldn't tell if he was triumphant or merely an asshole with a sick pleasure.
"And I'm sure you've met Devon's..." Braxton wrinkled his nose, a brief look of disgust passed over his face but he masked it fairly well. "Beloved." He added after an awkward pause. Audrey raised her eyebrows and glanced over at Devon, who pulled forward a shorter blonde.
Audrey had expected Devon's girlfriend, a black haired female with a sour attitude. She had remembered the woman ever since her 'dance' competition with Mac many months ago. She did not expect Devon's sister, Regina to be shaking in the middle of the cave with an horrified expression on her face. She stared at Audrey with terror, and then at her lap where Jim laid.
Her chest started to rise and fall quickly, and she backed away. She was close to bolting, but Devon captured her in a firm grip and Walter gave him an accusing stare. "Will she be a problem?" Braxton snapped, he impatiently regarded the three.
"No." Walter replied.
"Devon, what is this?" Regina whispered, her chest started to quicken in rising and falling. "Why is Officer Jacks here, who is this man. What is he on about?" She started to ramble. Devon tried his best to calm her down, but she pushed away from him and panic was clear in her features. She started to become more erratic, reliving some dreadful memories in her head.
As Devon closed in on her, her breaths started to become louder and shorter. Her eyes became bigger, fear growing in the blue orbs that flickered over the room. Braxton clicked his tongue impatiently and it seemed to make Walter the most nervous Audrey had ever seen him before. He fished into his pant pocket, brushed past Devon and gripped Regina's arm tightly.
"Stop-" Regina cried out loudly, she thrashed against him wildly.
Walter placed a needle into her arm and Regina's eyes dilated, she became weakened and she relaxed. She crumbled to the floor, and Devon fell to his knees, holding Regina's head with his two hands and lovingly stroking her. "It's alright," He whispered reassuringly, he lent down and kissed her softly.
Audrey was completely horrified, she looked over at Braxton who also looked disgusted. It confirmed what she had seen, Devon didn't just regard Regina as his sister, but also his lover. Although Regina had no desire in it whatsoever. She watched on as Devon petted her, until she either became unconscious or too diluted to realise what was going on around her. She was dragged across the cave and gently placed on an old mattress stuffed in the corner.
"Now that's over with," Braxton muttered, his nose wrinkled briefly in disgust. "We can turn our attention to Miss Audrey Jacks, highly regarded police officer of the state of Georgia." He gave her a big patronising smirk.
"I can't believe you two were involved with it too," Audrey snarled, she glowered at the pair angrily.
Walter regarded her with hostility, "You fucked this business up a year ago, I knew there was something off about you the moment you walked into my bar. I'm sorry it took so long, you were becoming a thorn in my side." He said sharply.
"Not to mention Mac's." Devon added smugly.
Audrey felt her skin prickle in irritation and anger. Devon's comment also peaked the curiosity in Braxton and he raised his eyebrows curiously. Once Devon knew he was basking in everyone's attention, he straightened up with sickening pride. "Mac's been fucking her, got in her pants after just a month here." He told Braxton.
Braxton wolf whistled mockingly, "Jacks, I always thought you were such a prude. I knew you only liked the bad boys." He crooned. Braxton came closer to her, "I knew you liked me Jacks." He whispered.
Audrey shifted her gaze from him, a small noise of disgust escaping her mouth. Braxton's eyes flashed dangerously and he gripped her throat in a choke hold, forcing her eyes to connect with his own. "I can't wait to end this," He snarled, spit spraying across her face indirectly. "But first, I will make you suffer."
He released her throat and she gasped for air, shakily breathing in while he watched her with amusement. He smiled and gave her a hard pat on the back, before returning his gaze back to Walter and Devon. "Will Mac be a problem?" He asked, voice like ice.
"No, sir." Devon replied sweetly.
"Well, let's get to it then." Braxton purred. He brought forward a silver table on wheels, set along the top was an array of different tools. There were scalpels, pliers, wire, masking tape, a hammer, different sized knives, a gun, a needle filled with some drug and several other harmful things. He glanced over at Audrey, deciding to choose a scalpel first, "I'd love to cut up that pretty little face, but I think I'll start with these." He touched her clothes roughly, a sick smile on his face as he ripped through collar of her top.
A few hours later.
She groaned, blood seeped from her wrists from where she had struggled against her restraints. Her nostrils had dried blood crusting on them, her cheek had been cut and one eye swelled to a close. She could feel the hot air move against her sweating skin, creating a cool shiver to pass through her each time. Her shirt had been removed, thrown into the corner of the cave while the three men leered at her.
Braxton had purposely put her in this position, taking great pride in humiliating her in every way. As his beatings started to get harder, he started to remove more and more articles of her clothes. He even purposely sat down in front of her, taking a chug from a bottle of cool water while she panted from thirst and pain. He would simply flash her a sweet smile that would churn her stomach with such hate.
Braxton rose from his chair, analysing her quietly with a brooding look on his face. "I'm running out of ideas Jacks," He teased indifferently. He played with the lone scalpel in his hand and gave her a thoughtful look. "I thought you'd be screaming by now."
He looked over at Jim's body and a sickly grin replaced his brooding expression. "Where theres a will, theres a way." He remarked as he closed in on Jim. Audrey had no energy to turn her head and watch, she instead closed her eyes and drooped in her position. She could hear a small shuffle of movement, before hearing Devon.
"I always thought she had nice tits," He remarked crudely.
Audrey stiffened and Devon's hot breath was suddenly on her face, "Then put good use to them while you can," Braxton retorted cruelly. Audrey wanted to whimper, no she wanted to scream, but she wouldn't give them the satisfaction. She kept her eyes closed and gritted her teeth, now was not the time to give in to desperation. She knew they would only touch her more if she did scream.
Devon's sweaty hand swept across her lower stomach, before rising up her torso and leaving a trail of hot sweat mixed with her blood. Followed by his sweaty palm was a cool object, and then a searing pain as the object swept lightly across her stomach. She winced, cracking open her one good eye and staring at the long thin cut from the scalpel in Devon's hand.
She watched Devon's other hand trail up to the barely white lace bra she had on, once a pure white and now a dirtied red grey. She closed her eye again, choosing to not watch as his hand latched onto her breast and kneaded her through the paded material. She had no time to quiver with revolt and anger in his touch, instead her face was met with an object and she was suffocated in the smell of blood and rot.
She open her good eye, absolutely horrified to find Jim's head held in Braxton's large hand while it was getting forced onto her face. This time she screamed, and as her mouth opened, Jim's decapitated head was forcefully held against her. Her energy systems went up as Devon's hands pushed beneath her bra and found her skin, and soon she was thrashing wildly.
Her screams were muffled as Jim's face dug into her own, what little blood remained on Jim poured onto her own face and tried to push past her lips. She could barely hear Braxton laughing over her screams, and she was sure she could hear both Devon and Walter's. She could feel Devon's hand moving to her pants, unfastening the belt around her hips and using it against her bruised skin as a whip, while his other hand dug painfully into her breast.
She gagged, the last of her stomach's contents pushing up her throat. Just as the first signs of bile dribbled down her chin, Jim's head was pulled from her face and thrown to the ground. She panted heavily, sobs racking through her chest as her eyes leaked profusely.
"What the fuck is it?" Braxton snarled.
Audrey felt Devon's hand pull away, and both of their attention was drawn elsewhere. She tried her best to control her breathing, her heart was pounding in her ears and her stomach flipped with each new whiff of decaying flesh.
"Found these fuckers spying outside,"
Audrey stiffened, she took in a deep breath and cracked open her eye. There at the edge of the cave was Mac, with both Mitchell and Harley in each of his hand. He had them by the collars, both looking rather disheveled and dirty.
"Both of 'em are cops." Mac grunted. He shoved them forward, a nasty look set deep in his eyes while a wry smirk started to form on his lips. He didn't look Audrey's way, it was as if she wasn't even there. He kept his eyes straight on Braxton.
"Ah, Mitchell Harrison." Braxton confirmed. "Looks like I'll be killing two birds with one stone. You and Jacks were such a pain in my ass."
At the mention of her name, Mitchell looked over at her and horror flashed across his face. "What the fuck have you done to her?" He hissed. He rose in a flash, instinctively lunging towards Braxton with a growl. He didn't get far. Mac had pistol whipped him before Mitchell could take one step forward. "You asshole," Mitchell snarled up at him.
Braxton bounced on his heels in amusement, and peered back at Audrey curiously. "What is it with you Jacks and men?" He chortled. He eyed up Mac, "Walter tells me you've been fucking her?" He accused sharply.
Mac seemed unfazed, a bored expression flitted over his face and he stared right back at Braxton. "Gotta do something 'round here." He explained absently. He didn't glance towards her as he took a seat by Braxton's tool table. "Just 'bout used up every bitch in this dang town." He added.
Braxton's lips quirked into a smile and he regarded Audrey with a mocking look in his eye. "So your saying it was just a fuck?" Braxton asked. Audrey held her breath, she masked the pain she was feeling as she stared straight at Mac. "That you don't care?"
Mac shrugged, "Walter always says, 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer'." He muttered.
Audrey clenched her jaw, "Fucking asshole," She hissed.
Braxton laughed, "This is all too good," He snorted. "Jacks you're more stupider than I thought."
Mitchell bristed in the corner, he glared at Mac while his nostrils flared. "You prick!" He snapped, "Don't just sit there and let this go on, I thought you came here for her!" He shouted. Braxton's smile remained on his face and he looked at Mac keenly.
"That ain't true," Mac sneered, "I just needed a place for my dick to rest."
Audrey felt like thrashing in her chair, she wanted to run over to Mac and strangle his damn throat. She wanted to kick and scream, but all she could do was glare daggers at him, all the hate she felt building inside of her and emitting through the cave. Everyone could feel the intensity of it, even Braxton, who seemed joyous because of it.
"What do you think of that Audrey Jacks?" Braxton asked her. He did a slow walk around her, making sure to brush his cold hand over her exposed skin, giving extra attention to her breasts almost spilling out of her dirtied bra. "How does that make you feel?" He whispered into her ear, whilst he tucked a stray stand behind her ear. She moved away from him, her lip curling upwards viciously.
Braxton let out a bark of laughter and slapped her on the back harshly. "Even at the end, you've still got a bit of fight in you." He muttered with amusement. His words seemed to trigger Mac's attention, and Mac's blue orbs connected with her own.
Audrey almost gasped from surprise. There was absolutely nothing there. What warmth and cheekiness Audrey had been used to, did not occupy Mac's eyes. They were empty, cold and narrowed, almost critical as they flickered over her face. Not one person missed the exchange between them, Mac had made himself clear. The relationship had just been a fabrication.
Audrey glanced away, this was getting all too much to bear. She closed her eyes again and could feel joy emitting from Braxton. "You know Mac, words are one thing. Everyone can talk, but only some can do the walk." Braxton said cooly. "If this meant nothing to you, like you so claim. Then you wouldn't mind if we put her to good uses before we put the mutt down. Now would you?" He asked sweetly.
Mac stared at her for a mere second, something flashed in his eyes but it was gone as soon as it appeared. "Be my guest," He replied gruffly.
"She any good?" Devon sneered. "She is the reason why you didn't turn up to most meetings."
Mac glared at him. Even now, Devon was still trying to make himself look better than Mac. He gritted his teeth, finding his half younger brother irritating. "Decent," He snapped cooly and it was enough for Devon to back away a little.
"So you wouldn't mind if your father and brother-"
"Half brother," Mac corrected irritably.
"You wouldn't mind if they had a go with Jacks?" Braxton asked coldly.
Mac shrugged and reclined in his seat casually, "Go for gold." He almost whispered. Braxton's eyes lit with sick pleasure and he gestured for Walter and Devon to come forth. Audrey kept her eyes closed, she felt their shadows draw over her and she tensed up. She heard a shuffle at the other end of the cave, followed by Mitchell's booming voice and the smack of skin against skin.
"Are you just going to sit there while they rape her?" Mitchell shouted. He lunged towards Mac, slamming him to the ground while his fist connected with the side of his face. "You piece of shit, we should of never trusted you." He snarled.
Mac pushed him off his chest, but Mitchell was far more persistent. He scrambled forward, fingers biting into Mac's exposed arms while Mitchell took another hit at Mac. The two scuffled around the floor, fists and kicks flying about.
It was only till Mac pulled up his leg and kneaded Mitchell in the crotch roughly, that Mitchell stopped hitting him. Mitchell coughed and collapsed to the side, groaning quietly while holding his junk cautiously. He narrowed his eyes at Mac, "You bloody-" He started as he made his way towards Mac again.
Mac stopped him in his track, rising from the rough floor and pointing a pistol down at Mitchell. He panted heavily, his chest rising and falling dramatically. Braxton observed the pair carefully, whilst eyeing Devon and Walter out of the corner of his eye. Braxton smiled over at Mac, "Go on Mac, I give you permission to end him. I'm more concerned with Jacks anyhow." He said smoothly.
Mac looked over at Braxton, and then to Audrey in her chair. Her one good eye was open and staring at him, judgement and betrayal clear in her eye. She kept her eye on him as Devon and Walter shoved her pants to the floor and threw them aside. Now she was only in her underwear and close to exposure. He then looked back at Braxton, and a crooked grin appeared on his face.
Braxton smiled back, and turned to Audrey. "I can't just let a good thing go to waste, even if it's annoying." He said gruffly.
Mac looked down at Mitchell, who glowered up at him. "You're a monster Mac," He hissed. "Here I was, believing that you loved her. But you're a better actor than I thought, no wonder you charmed your way out of getting charged throughout the years."
Mac smiled briefly, "And you're wrong as usual Harrison" He snorted, "I am a good actor, so this should surprise you."
Mitchell frowned up at Mac, as he turned and took aim, "Oi Braxton," He hollered.
Braxton's hand was inching beneath Audrey's underwear, she was struggling against him with panic clear in his features. He turned back to Mac, a sick satanic look on his face as he tried to inflict more damage on her. He looked surprised as he found Mac's pistol aimed directly at his head. "What the fu-" Braxton shouted as he reached for his own gun.
"Too late," Mac snarled as he took his shot and Braxton's brains splattered across Audrey's chest.
A rasping gasp escaped Audrey's mouth and she shook with shock. Now she was stained with both Jim and Braxton's tainted blood. Tears escaped her eyes but they went unnoticed. Devon and Walter leapt up and stared at Mac with disgust. "Mac!" Walter yelled.
"I knew it! I knew he was on their side." Devon snarled.
"Shut it Devon," Walter warned. He looked at Mac with such disgust and shame. "You're a shame on this family boy."
Devon inched forward and Mac raised his gun at him, "I told ya I didn't wanna be in this business. Now look what mess you've gotten yourself into." Mac sneered, he backed away but Devon and Walter both came forward.
Mitchell quietly shifted towards Audrey, cautiously closing in on his friend.
"You really think theres not gonna be punishment for you Mac?" Walter snorted, "If you finish us, all this is on you and you'll be the one in a state prison." He shook his head and glanced at Mac, up and down. "Wouldn't your mother be so proud?"
"You shut up about her!" Mac snarled.
Devon wolfishly grinned, and Walter remained passive. "Either way Mac, you're not getting out of this without consequences. Your'e finished." Walter growled. He started forward and Mac raised his gun, only for him to be knocked backwards by a forceful blow.
Mac frowned in confusion, until he noticed blood dripping down his arm as he laid on the ground. Devon had fired at him and the bullet had scraped right past his shoulder, forcing him to drop his gun on the floor. "Uh-uh-uh," Devon said mockingly. He stood above Mac, with his own gun in his hand and a large smirk on his face. "I can't tell you how long I've been waiting for this moment."
Mac stared up at him with intense hatred, and he simply smiled bitterly back at his younger brother. "Go ahead Devon, it won't make you any better use to Walter." He taunted, "You've always been a piss weak worker and a shitty shot."
Devon glowered at him, "I'm gonna fucking enjoy this." He snapped.
"Just like you enjoyed fucking your sister all those years ago?" Mac roared, "You got me all doped up, killed my REAL brother and fucking blamed it all on me." Walter gaped at his two sons, and then stared right at Devon. "That's right Walter, golden boy ain't nothing but a twisted sonofabitch. What do you expect? He did come from a rabies invested bitch of a mother." He yelled.
"Fuck you!" Devon shouted as the muzzle of his gun met Mac's forehead.
Mac heard a loud "No!" before a hole appeared square in the middle of Devon's chest. Devon's face was nothing but surprised as he stared down at the hole, he then looked back at Mac and his eyes started to roll back. "Hell," He whispered as he crumbled to the floor. As he dropped, Mac spotted Audrey standing not too far away, gun raised and legs shaking with exhaustion.
Mitchell was gasping beside her, severely beaten himself. Mac looked over at Walter, who was staring with horror at his son bleeding in a pool of his own blood. He dropped to his knees, slowly dragging himself towards Devon with a small sob escaping his chest. There was a small shriek and Mac looked over towards Harley. He was leaning over Regina, whose eyes were entirely focused on Devon's limp bloodied body.
Regina raced forward, eyes still dilated but she was briefly aware. She started to howl, tightly hugging her brother's chest as tears poured down her face. In the process she was covering herself with blood, a picture that became too strong for Walter to handle. He viciously stared back at Audrey, who planted herself on the ground with a pant while she wiped sweat from her blood covered forehead.
"You bitch!" He snarled. He got up as quick as a flash, snatching Devon's gun from his limp hand and pointing at Audrey. "You will pay for this. This will end tonight!" He yelled angrily. He pointed his gun directly at her and his finger came down on the trigger. Just as he shot, Mitchell came barreling towards him, tackling him down to the ground with a loud thud.
"Mitchell!" Audrey cried.
Walter pushed Mitchell off his chest, surprised to find dampness from blood on his shirt. Mitchell laid to the side, gasping for air as Audrey crawled towards him. "Mitchell?" She sobbed, her voice a close resemblance to a child's.
There was a wound just beneath his collar, a clear shot from the bullet he had taken for her. She came close to him, pressing firmly on his wound as she willed him to not give up. "Don't give up." Audrey whispered, she pressed down even harder. "You're not leaving me Mitch!" She hissed. He stared up at her, a brief smile crossing his lips as he nodded his head in agreement.
Mac snatched up his fallen gun and pointed it at Walter. "It ends here, dad." He snarled.