Practically stumbling into the enormous dark marble vanity the detective gripped the bars along the walls knocking dark red towels off the racks forcing her body forward gasping struggling as she reached the open shower hearing the door shut and lock staggering into the shower gripping the levers for balance leaning herself against the wall turning the handles as a rush of cold hit her briefly sending her into a wicked shock as she trembled from the cold but quickly it was replaced with the warmth of a rain of soothing hot water. Erin chattered her teeth sliding down the marble walls looking up with eyes half hazed from drugs pumped into her as the water sprayed her face lowering her head coiling her body tucking knees to chest as the emotions struck at her hard breaking into heavy sobs burying her head in her bruised arms uncaring why her captor would instill this little hint of mercy but grateful to be away from those dark eyes, her sadistic touch...her chamber. It was a prison to the detective as far as she was concerned. The tears raked her cheeks washing away with the hot stream clenching her arms around her body tightly. Shutting her eyes she pictured Nadia and her smile, she pictured Kaitlyn and her safe arms, she pictured the man whom protected her from so much who took her in, who made her strong. Erin lifted her head with eyes no longer full of tears but something far deeper. She fought the effects of the concoctions in her, she fought the pain, snapping back at it with a burning raging gaze.
"You will not break me..." She whispered then repeated it louder. "You will not break me...you will NOT break me...I wont be broken by you bitch...I'm not your pet...I'm not your kitten...I am...Detective...Erin...Linsday...I am..." Erin's eyes widened as her body began to tremble violently and the fear crept through her. Her nerves felt like they were on fire, her body as cold as ice, then searing like she was burning alive. Her mouth dried, her gasps became heavier breaths as she thrashed against the shower walls dropping to the floor tightening into a shivering ball. Clenching her jaw she shut her eyes trying to force the familiar feeling away but it increased and clawed at her like thousands of knives piercing her brain stabbing her skin. "I'm..." she shivered rocking on the floor as the water continued to rush over her. "...Detect...ive..." Her flesh was crawling, sizzling, stinging. Erin began to groan rocking harder more aggressively until the groans grew louder, harboring into howls, screams.
Smiling from the confides of her office she leaned back in her black leather chair viewing the camera angle pointed at the shower turning up the volume of speakers breaking into an ominous laughter hearing her captive's agony. The last batch she'd given the struggling detective had been triple the dose. She knew it was only a matter of time before the kitten was empty, shattered. Lifting a glass of wine she wondered how the badges were enjoying the spectacle adjusting the volume on the live feed zooming in just enough to center her perfect picture. She would watch pleasurably and await her captive to pass out from sheer exhaustion before she had her moved. Selyne leaned further back relaxing her posture turning gaze to the other screen watching the moves of a determined police unit strapping heavy loading their guns, filling pouches with everything necessary for any occasion. Zooming in she tilted her head watching the detective Halstead slide a picture from his vest pocket opening it revealing him and Erin up at the cabin they had escaped to last winter with the beautiful view behind them as he held her she cupped his chin and they smiled for the camera trying not to laugh with her attempting to hold the camera steady.
Jay folded it back together tucking it back in glancing up as Voiught approached him closely.
"Jay..."
"We aren't bringing this woman in are we?" Hank shook his head. "Make it count if you find her first. If I do..."
"IF...you do...I wont stop you...but let's find our girl first okay?" Jay nodded as the crew watched the roll up door slide up stepping out cocking rifles as Mouse ran over handing Voight the tablet two chargers and extra cords. "You find her." Voight made the mistake of flipping over the tablet setting it off as the live feed was displayed walking over with everyone climbing into the black vehicles. Hank heard his daughter's voice as she struggled to maintain her strength her identity.
The mistress slid her eyes over to the first screen knowing there was nothing else to see of the mutts. In the back of her mind she knew, if this rather well skilled pack of dogs DID locate her...death was eminent, and it wouldn't be a merciful one. As a grin slid over her dark lips she began to belly laughter again. Such a shame...not even death frightened her. Nothing did, she was numb to it all and soon...her dear little captive...would be as well...
A smaller chapter, indeed I know however an end to the scene PART 1 if you will and a moment to regather my kindred creative thoughts before on to the next adventure of this story...