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"They want to do those things to you. That's why that guy told you that phrase"
"These things are what the brothers did?" His response was a nod. "So what is it?"
"They tortured and-" he stopped suddenly and looked directly at Jay's eyes, revealing the rest "raped their victims. They are going to torture and rape you, Jay"
Friday 14:00 - unknown location
As soon as the last phrase got out of the Sergeant's mouth, he almost got sick. Of course he wasn't planning on being tortured so soon after Keyes but it wasn't this fact that scared the shit out of him: it was the rape and knowing that probably his boss was going to see. Reminding of all the rape's case he investigated, all the confessions on the victims come to his mind and this act changes some things on them that will never come back like his dignity and his family. The team, his brother, Firehouse 51 and Gaffney, his lovely Chicago family, would never accept that one of them were raped and did nothing to protect himself and the Sergeant, they would be ashamed.
But he knew the consequences of not letting Nathan do what he wants: his Sargeant's death. Of course this hell was not planned in his agenda and he would prefer him and Voight in the district and not here, but if he had the chance to negotiate his boss' freedom, he would gladly accept his destiny knowing the other men are okay and with the team. After all, he owns him everything: his life, job and new family. The other life was more important than his, Erin needs her "father" more than her boyfriend, the team needs a Sargeant to help them resolve the cases, the city of Chicago needs a Sargeant to keep them safe and not a detective. In that moment, he made a decision: whatever it costs to him, he would keep his Sargeant safe.
Voight was observing his detective when he finished his phrase; he was looking to the ground above him for a long time. No one deserves this cruel act but the young man was totally innocent in this situation; when the situation happened he had 20 years old, a new adult probably already in Afghanistan fighting for the country and now he was chained to a wall with his boss and a crazy guy wants to takes his dignity away because of him.
He thought about the day Antonio asked him to bring the kid to Intelligence after the boy took a shot while protecting his sister and Molly's, the bar owned by some firefighters of 51, it's now the place where they all go after a hard work day. The memories of the place would never happened if Jay wasn't undercover to take Arthur down. He knew that one of his regrets would be firing the men in love with his almost daughter after he was the principal suspect in Lonnie Rodiger's death. Then he would not be able to see the brave ex-Ranger giving his life in harms ways just to protect the citizens of Chicago. And maybe Erin would never get out of the dig hole she was to rescue her boyfriend from the hell he was going through in mercy of Keyes' men. The video sent to the team will be in his memories forever: the young men were beaten and tasered like an animal but just scream in agony got out of his mouth instead of the C.I.'s names. A thing that no one knows about that situation: he cried. He cried when he got in his comfortable home, when took a relaxing shower, when ate a delicious food and when slept in his lovely bed while his subordinate was in his uncountable round of torture and the night would be in this way. That day he started considering him as a son so he need to protect him no matters what takes.
"Everything is going to be ok, it's still not your fault and will never be." Why does the boy continue to talk when it is clear it was?
"Halstead, this is my fault. I shot his brother, leading to his pregnant wife's suicide and now he's going to torture and rape you! You see the way he touches you! I put you on this mess and I have to get you out now."
"I'm not going anywhere without you. You know he wants to make you suffer and then he's going to kill you so as long as I stay, you live. I-" he was about to say more but Nathan entering in the cellar stopped him.
Getting out of the cellar where his captives were prisoned, he went to a marketplace to buy something to eat. The round trip was without major problems but the officers were all commenting about the disappearance of the Sergeant and one of his detectives. 'Wow tornado in the wind city', he thought when he arrived at the building and took off the grocery bags, two cheese sandwiches with ham and two bottles of orange juice and water. He picks the tray and puts the acquires inside and goes to the cellar. Opening the door and entering, he could feel all the eyes on him and in the tray.
"Good afternoon, my favorite cops. What about lunch?" He went straight to Voight, sitting on the ground in his right. Opening one of the sandwiches, he guided to the men's mouth whose didn't even move a muscle, just making eye contact with the brown eyes full of anger. "I would recommend you to eat or the boy is going to suffer more than I planned. It isn't poisoned if that's your fear and I can prove." He bite a small piece of the sandwich. "See?" Hesitantly, the old man eats and drinks. "What a good boy, have manners!" He saw Jay rolling his eyes in the other wall of the room so he picks the tray again and goes to him. "Hey my Pretty Boy, want some food?" The nickname sends a shiver in his whole body.
"For you it's Detective Halstead, idiot" he just gave a angry look as went to his knees and did the same action done to Voight. He sees the young men trying to feel the taste and smell of the food and drinks to some kind of drug but it wasn't (for now).
When he finished, he didn't move and go away, just put his hands in Jay's face and started to trace his hairline, changing one hand behind his neck and holding strongly while the other started to go down. He passed his finger in his eyebrows, his nose and his lips, admiring his perfection.
"You don't know how excited I am about kiss this perfect lips of yours and fuck you in the same time" he could hear Voight cursing him but wasn't expecting Jay's reaction. The boy opens his mouth and bites him with all his force, causing the man to scream in pain and feeling a little blood getting out. His henchmen enter the room and one kicks Jay in the ribs to release his boss' finger. "Son of a bitch. Put him hanging on the ceiling now. You are going to pay for this, Halstead."
Voight could only stare and curse the three captors while the henchmen unrestrained his detective from the chains in the window and, after a punch in his back because of his worthless fighting - both man appears be taller and stronger than Jay - they chained him in a hook, exactly like Keyes' video, his feet barely touching the ground. Looking at this scene by a camera was one thing, seeing in real life scared the shit out of him for the young cop. Nolan goes to the table behind Jay while the detective calmed his own respiration, waiting for what was probably coming. The captor came back with a scissor and started to cut his pants off in both seams. When he finishes, the pants go to the ground, leaving Jay just in his black boxers. Anderson moved away and admire the body in his front with a malicious smile, he turned to the Sergeant:
"He is really a sculpture, isn't he? Have you ever wanted to take a turn with him? It would be awesome to watch! Or do you prefer to see someone doing that? If the answer is yes, soon I am going to do it in front of you with my friends Raphael and George. Guys, are you ready?" This was for Raphael and George in each side of Jay with steel english punch and steel boots and giving the boss to put the objects too. "And you, Jay, are you ready? Well, your opinion doesn't matter, bitch." And then the beating started.
Heavy punches and kicks started to come to his whole body: face, arms, legs, chest, abdomen and back, nothing escaped from the three men. His whole body is screaming in pain, he could feel bruises starting to form and some of them were bleeding, his eyes were swollen, his lips and cheeks have cuts, his wrists were bleeding, he wasn't sure but he thinks some ribs were broken or really bruised, his shoulders were aching from sustaining his weight and his head was resting in his chest, fighting against the unconsciousness while watching the blood dripping and forming a little pool under him. He lifted his head to search his Sergeant, facing him to be sure he was okay. He looked physically fine but psychologically not if his eyes full of sadness and worry indicates.
"We beat you for a whole hour and you are still conscious! Seems like you want more fun, am I right?" He looks at Nathan who was with a smile on his face while taking off his bloody boots and steel english punches. "Can I ask you something?"
"You have already asked and you are going to ask anyways, bastard."
"The bitch is smart! Congrats! But you need to learn some manners." With that, he held Jay's chin strongly and brought him close, he spoke again: "don't worry I'll teach. The question is: have you ever experimented ketamine?" Jay's eyes widened "For your reaction it's a no. So it's about time!" Injecting the needle with the drug in Jay's system, he started to feel the effect: his whole body goes to a complete numbness, taking the pain away, not having minimum controle of his body and barely hearing Voight's scream to him stay awake. He couldn't focus on anything surrounding him then the suffocating feeling came, he tried to breath faster and longer to bring oxygen to his lungs worthless, hearing his own gasps for air in a distant way. With all this agitation, came the nausea and he threw up everything but nothing in his stomach, the vomiting reaching Anderson's clothes and shoes. "Son of a bitch, look what you have done! Not now but you are going to regret. I'm going to be back soon, cops!" As soon as he got out, Jay passed out.
"Jay? Jay, please, wake up." Voight started to please the boy to wake up: he had already dealt with ketamine's victim but never seen someone taking and having the effects in front of him and never imagined that the first would be his subordinate.
During the beating, he watched helpless as Jay's body moved awkwardly, boosted by violent punches and kicks, the steel ripping superficially his skin and making the bruises and pain even worse but the only sounds that got out of Jay's mouth were gasps, and he knew the two reasons: the first one was the fact that the man was a ex-Ranger, who were trained to handle torture and not break, having demonstrated it for the whole team and even if Jay never told anything about his time overseas, he was sure that happened there too. And the second reason was his presence; the cop hate shows he is in pain or sad, it was a sign of weakness for him, so he always puts a smile on his face even if everyone knows he's not okay. But he can't complain: he is the same.After a whole hour that seems the eternity, they stopped and Voight cursed them seeing the complete aftermath: he was barely conscious, blood dripping and forming a pool under him, his whole body had cuts and bruises. As soon as Nathan asked Jay about ketamine and inject the needle in his neck, he could only scream to him stay awake as he watched the boy been totally unaware of where he was, all of a sudden he was struggling to breathe, trying to put air in his lungs and for a second their eyes met allowing to him see the fear instead of the usual shine in his blue eyes before throwing up. He had never felt so useless as he's feeling right now, looking at the unconscious and bloody young cop after Nolan got out of the room saying he would pay for the vomit in his clothes.
He doesn't know how much time passed until the three men came back, carrying four buckets, cloth, a hose, a chair and chains. They untied Jay from the ceiling, dragging his body and throwing in the chair in his front a few meters away. While Raphael and George were filling the buckets with a tap in the corner of the room, Nathan was chaining Jay in the chair; he starts with the ankles and goes behind him, putting his hands on the unconscious men's shoulders and squeezing. He leaned over his unconscious body while chaining his wrists; as soon as he finished he put his hands on the man's knees and started his way up slowly, stopping when reaching the internal part of his thighs next to Jay's genital area and separating his legs. He continues his way up, right now reaching the hem of his boxers and putting his hands inside.
"Don't do this to him, Nathan. He doesn't deserve any of this. Just kill me and let him go" Voight couldn't handle watching that guy abuse his unconscious detective right in front of him, knowing he isn't able to protect terrifying him. Anderson ignores him and grabs Jay's ass, letting a malicious groan escape from his mouth.
"What an ass your boy has! It's going to be so fun fuck him with some friends of mine!"
"Good, you are going to have company in the morgue when I kill you, your piece of shit!" Both men were surprised seeing Jay wake and talking.
"Look who decided to join us, Voight! In time for our fun!" Right now that's Jay is awake, he was flinching as Anderson passed his hands in his abdomen and chest but he screamed out in pain when he bit his neck and sucked, that would let a hickey.
Jay knew what and where Nathan had touched him and he was feeling dirty, vulnerable and desperate but tried to show he was okay for his Sergeant. He could see the old man was desperate and blaming himself for what was happening behind the stoic face staring at him. Their eye contact, the way they are using to communicate and assure they are kind of okay, was leaving Nolan in his nerves so he interrupted.
"Ok I already understand that cops have boring games so stop!" They looked to him in a death glare. "This is better. But don't be upset; we are going to play my game! Are you excited? Because I am! Let's play!"
And this is chapter 3! Do you guys like it? I hope yes! So what game do you think they will play? Whatever it is, Jay and Hank aren't going to enjoy it, that's for sure! Give your opinions about this story so far and stay ready for more! See you soon!