Hours had rolled by, days pouring away along with the storms cascading over the city etching into the precinct's minds leaving them beyond the brink of exhaustion and when the first week had passed with no possible leads, no trace of the woman whom perhaps could have inspired some glimpse of hope that glimmer of promise faded with a settled agony. Worse still, the live feeds had been reduced, almost completely eliminated.
Hank had sent each of them home one by one, admiring their valiant effort of fighting one more day then another with endless searches through the city, countless hours patrolling any possible direction. But each of his squad dwindled, broken by restless nights no shuteye, no decent nourishment. He had to get them away from these four walls, bring them back in when they were at full strength and prepared for what ever came their way. Voight on the other hand, he stayed firm drank pot after pot of coffee ordered whatever take out was available, showered at the gym fought the urge to crush the bag at Dawson's establishment to the ground til it was in bitter pieces where his heart was crumbling away to. SLumping in the chair of his office he turned his head out to the rain sighing with a burning doubt strengthening within him weakening his resolve to believe Erin would be okay. She had fought years and years proud of her sobriety of her free life from the hell he had rescued her and now...she was in a greater hell. He wanted to, no...he HAD to stay strong for her believe his daughter would fight what ever that bitch tossed at her forced on her. But how long...how long could she endure it? Hank sighed again losing his mind to the storm.
From the dark chambers of her prison the detective lashed at her restraints violently as a heavy aggression tore through her with deep growls yanking over and over at the chains fighting the shackles pushing her bare feet against the wall trying to force the bolts to loosen, attempting to crack the wall enough but her efforts were almost forfeit as she screamed kicking pounding at the walls. Flipping around she paced with the little length the chains gave her flicking her angry gaze along the four dark walls dragging her hands up to her face wiping hands through her hair. She hadn't known when a pair of jeans and black tank had been tossed by her slumped over body she didn't care, but at least it was some form of coverage from her vulnerability. Her skin crawled, burned as she rubbed her arms struggling against the taste her body her mind was begging for. She didn't know how long it had been since the woman had left her here or when she'd supplied the last dose of what ever was in the flask but so much of her was begging screaming for it pumped through her again. Hazel eyes no longer hurt or scared remained, they were hardening turning colder. When the door opened she immediately gripped her arms, unsure of what to expect until another man came in same attire as last.
Before, one had appeared handsome but the detective could tell a prized fighter. Black jeans just like the newest one, walking in with the same smug sinister grin carrying a bottle and mask putting it against other wall away from her, tormenting her itch. Then he walked toward her making cat calls grinning coming at her like a raged beast and instinct kicked in. Before the man could get his hands on her Erin unleashed hell. She fought him kicking him punching him but not once did he hit her, no..he was trying to pin her against the wall pin her down. Survival burned through her veins to kill or be killed. She hadn't even realized her primal urges had turned so cruel and savage she just knew if she allowed him to win the consequences would be too heavy a price to pay.
Before she knew it the man laid face down beaten to a pulp by her fists and feet. Two others would open the door drag him out then she...she would enter pick up the bottle walk closer to her and Erin would attempt to rush at her growling snarling forgetting her restraints until her body snapped back and she fell to her knees. The detective would thrash fighting her powerful grip but there was something about this woman that left her paralyzed when in her hands. She'd struggle with everything in her but once that mask was over her face no matter how hard how bravely she fought it did her no good.
Here, another man came with the same smirk but without the bottle no...something far far worse. She recognized the pipe and with a violent shudder through her body she realized what it meant...she was breaking. The mask was a forced torture carried out by only one, ONLY her. Erin backed up against the wall shaking her head trembling. As the door opened her eyes met the dark orbs of her captor lingering her gaze over such a darkly sexual outfit. She never wore anything remotely normal everything she dressed in screamed power, control. The man turned to her as the door shut and locked behind the mistress.
"Unhinge her." Erin felt her breath quicken with those words as the man pulled keys from his pocket tossing them at her as they bounced off her chest and fell between her feet. Hazel eyes shivered as neither moved, approached and she quickly glanced down at the keys then back up and down again. Slowly kneeling down she fixed her gaze upward narrowing it as her fingers scraped the ring and she snatched up the keys slowly lifting her body. Erin studied the man first, seeing no change in his expression flicking her gaze to the woman with her face perfectly masked a blank expression yet in those powerful eyes something lingered, daring her to take the offer. Making the split decision she fumbled with the keys shaking quickly popping the locks free tearing her wrists from the open shackles stuffing the keys in her pocket rubbing her wrists unable to stop the tremble ricocheting through her entire body. Jumping minute his hand lifted up holding the pipe out to his mistress, Erin splayed her hands out against the wall. Unsure what was happening she heard the flick of a lighter gasping and the instinct to escape rushed through her until the man moved closer opening his hands and arms. No, she would not be captured again. The fight in her returned, the growl the anger. Erin shifted her stance bringing her hands in front of her stepping into a defensive posture. She didn't know why but this one seemed different and when he lunged at her and her first swung back kick struck she met his powerful block and grip on her leg and before she knew it her body had been slapped to the ground. She wasn't sure how but this one had quickly and easily subdued her without much effort at all. Erin instantly attempted to swing her body up but again she was forced down. He was far too skilled, perhaps military trained and fear started to trickle through her. This man had rendered her powerless like she had. The trembles through her grew and she shook with terror. Would he? No! Erin felt the thoughts pour into her like a tidal wave. Then as his legs pinned hers and hand pulled her wrists tighter against one another sliding her arms behind her head forcing her into a painful lock her body bucked with no possible escape, the mistress bent down handing him the pipe as he willingly took it with mixture ignited taking a long powerful hit handing it back to her bending his head down. Erin felt panic strike her as his hand clasped her neck squeezing her forcing her to gasp and when she did his mouth covered hers blowing the rich sweet smoke right into her mouth. The detective tried not to suck it in but with fingers crushing against her windpipe she was forced to suck in a breath and with it she inhaled in her demise. Hazel eyes widened her pupils pinning then spreading as the rest the fight drained from her body her eyes.
The man released her wrists pushing her arms back into a more comfortable position sitting up no longer pinning her legs. He studied her as his mistress handed him the lighter and he ignited the mixture glancing into the hazel eyes of the captive. She was completely and utterly gone as her body slowly writhed and the groan escaped her lips.
"Again?" Selyne curved her lips into a dark smile tasting the victory on her tongue. Just like clockwork she'd come to her kitten each night bringing her into a powerful high devouring her body in wicked pleasure leaving her saturated in sex and smoke unconscious and broken over and over. She waited until the 11h day increasing the concoction each night mixing the last batch with the perfect chaos knowing how enraged how animal her pet would feel. And now, it was all over the minute the words slipped weakly from the detective's lips.
Erin's mind slipped into a painless abyss mouthing her surrender. "...again..." A sharp set of nails reached out scraping her cheek and the tears escaped her eyes barely but just enough to warrant the broken soul in her as the man handed his mistress the pipe and she easily inhaled the mixture bringing her head down to her kitten's pressing her lips against Erin's exhaling into her mouth slipping her tongue passed her captive's lips. Hazel eyes sunk into the clouded feeling of the drug entering her inhaling it slipping her own tongue against the woman's until her mouth was dominated.
The man beside his mistress dismounted the woman backing up walking out with the door left wide open. He new this scene all too well, aware of what it meant. The kitten wouldn't attempt escape wouldn't try to resist. Lady Selyne had claimed the broken detective. It wouldn't be long before Erin would forget what she was whom she was like so many before.
Selyne stroked the neck of her captive bringing her lips across Erin's ear and the woman let out a shuttering moan.
"You're mine kitten..." Erin let her eyes roll back arching under the woman and the burning effect of the drug surging through her surrendering to the painless pleasurable world this mistress, HER mistress offered.
"Y...o...urs..." She whispered as the last hint of resistance left her aching body...