Previously on chapter 3…
"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!"
Friday 20:00 - unknown location
"What game?" Hank asked.
"Simple. I'm going to give two options to our Pretty Boy and then go do what I want depending on the answer. It's going to be a really long game so get ready!" Turning to Jay, he started "Pretty Boy, I think you know what these objects can be used to, right?" He said pointing to the buckets full of water and the cloth.
"Yes, I know." If it was what he was thinking, he had already passed for this situation before but wasn't in his desire to pass again.
"Can you say to us?"
"Waterboarding."
"That's my boy. The real question is: am I going to waterboard you or your Sargeant?"
"Me" Jay said without hesitation.
"Jay, no." Voight knew that would be his answer but didn't want to have his suspicions turned in reality.
"He already made his decision. And we all know that it's the best for everyone." He grabs Jay's head by the hair and pulls it behind, allowing Raphael to cover completely Jay's face with the cloth and tied around his neck with duct tape. The first bucket is thrown by George at once, Jay shivers as the ice cold water makes contact with his bruised body but successfully holds his breath to not inhale water. His plan is to provoke Nathan and, again, he was successful, and laugh immediately as Nathan removed the cloth. "What is so funny, detective?"
"Do you call this waterboard? I think you are just letting me take a kind of awkward bath. You are so pathetic, motherfucker!" Voight just looks to the ground and takes a deep breath, he knows his detective will suffer even more because of the curse words and why he was doing it too. To keep the attention and pain just on him, in other words, his detective is saving him from getting hurt letting the captors pissed off and taking his frustrations on him.
"Bitch!" The cloth returns to his face just in time for Raphael to slowly pour the second bucket. In the first moment, Halstead was able to hold his breath for as long as possible but it didn't stop him from inhaling some water. "Is it funny now?" Jay coughs and gasps under the wet cloth to try to put air in his lungs and take the water out of him, which is hard when you have someone holding firmly the cloth against your head.
"Fuck you" he murmured
"Ok, let's change the tactic" he looks to Raphael and George, both understand what they have to do. Raphael substitutes him while George fits the hose on the tap and hands it to the chief. Voight realizes what it's going to happen; rather than throwing buckets, they are going to directly pour water on Jay in a continuous stream. He knows the chance that his detective can inhale water and suffocate himself but he even gets the opportunity to please them to stop when Nathan talks again: "I don't think you are going to laugh anymore" and he turns on the water. Voight just watched as in the first moment Jay was holding on but he took a breath, sucking water instead of air and swallowing. He started to fight against his restrictions and struggle in search of air but only agonized with more water entering for about 10 minutes until he just stopped moving.
"You son of a bitch! He's going to die."
"The Boy is getting what he deserves." Taking the cloth away from his face, Voight's eyes widened in fear; his eyes were closed, his lips blue and the usual rise and fall of his chest isn't happening: Jay Halstead isn't breathing.
"Jay, stay with me! Nathan what the fuck have you done with my son?" Wait, what? He called Jay 'his son'?
"Oh! Someone is worried about the Pretty Boy! Let's confirm that he isn't breathing!" Checking Jay's neck in a search for a pulse, he announces; "No breathing and no pulse." He lays the chair where Jay is and getting on his knees, he starts CPR. It isn't an act of heroism, he just can't let his play toy die before his revenge is over and it was just the beginning. He did five compressions and went to Jay's mouth connecting to his own, having three intentions behind it: take the water out, put air in his lungs and taste his lips. It wasn't disappointing at all, his lips were so good, even better than he thought. "His lips are so cute, perfect to kiss and fuck!"
"You son of a bitch!" Voight was desperate at this point, watching the lifeless body of his subordinate still unchained to a chair, just on his boxers, already beaten and now with a psycho above him doing CPR and kissing him at the same time after he had waterboarded him, he had just seen Jay dying in front of him and it scared the shit out of him. After 2 more compressions and mouth to mouth resuscitation (even if looks more like a kiss than a tentative to save his life) Jay cough and gasp, taking the water out of his lungs but it was obvious that he was still out of the reality; Voight letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"Wow! You are really strong, Jay, just came back from death! I love fuck the strongest ones! But for our first day it's enough unfortunately. I will be back tomorrow for more fun, cops! Have a wonderful night!" And he got out of the door with the two henchmen.
"Sarg?" A hoarse and slow voice breaks the silence and his heart in a million pieces. He looked at Jay who was still on the chair laying on the floor, the color returning to his face and his chest coming to his regular movements of breathing. "Are you ok?" Of course the young man would ask him if he was okay even if for about a whole hour he was being waterboarded and wasn't breathing 3 minutes ago.
"You were dead like 3 minutes ago and you are asking me if I am okay even if it's all my fault you are here?" He really wants the man to be mad at him, yelling at him, cursing him for putting him in this mess, threatening him or whatever. He knows he deserves all the anger of his detective, of the team, of Will, of the Chicago family, actually of all the fucking world for putting an innocent and good cop and man in a situation provoked by him and just for him.
"Sarge...please" he slowly and reluctantly stares at the young man and their eyes meet. The things he had prepared himself to see in an eye in these circumstances weren't in Jay's eyes. Instead, his green eyes were tired, but still lovely, compassionate and calm, as he does to interview the victims and talk to Erin. His way to show he's there for everyone, that he cares for what he's looking at, that you can trust blindly, brings a feeling of comfort and hope even if they are in this hell for Voight. "I'm okay. Don't worry about me. Did he do something with you while I was out?"
"No, Jay."
"Good"
"I think it is a good idea if we sleep or tries anyways"
"Yeah. Good night Sarge."
"Good night." An awkward silence follows the finish of the conversation. Jay watched his Sergeant laying his head on the wall behind him and falling asleep but he couldn't.
His brain couldn't stop working as the memories of the waterboard came back. He wouldn't never say it out loud but he was terrified when Nathan turned on the hose and directed his face, all that water in his face made him stop his tentative hold his breath as long as he could. It didn't work, somehow he would need breath and when this time came, he regretted it. The burning sensation as the water entered in his throat and down to his lungs was horrible and he knew he needed to breathe. But his desperation only allowed more water to enter in the wrong place as he fought against the restraints worthless. He didn't know how much time passed in this situation until he started feeling tired and black spots appeared in his vision which was a really bad thing: he was drowning and dying.
He has already heard some people talking about 'I almost die' situations and two things were always in common: their lives passing in front of the eyes and then walking directioned for a light. So when flashes of his childhood, adolescence, time with Will, uncountable arguments with his father, his time in Afghanistan, his mother's death and becoming a detective, good and bad memories that usually bring happiness were signs he was losing the battle but the calm and comfort that the welcoming shine light was satisfying. He didn't want to die; he finally had a family, his reconciliation with Will, a girlfriend who he really wants to get married someday but in a matter of seconds, he wasn't feeling anything.
Going to the other side was something unknown for Jay, but the sensation was incredible as the lack of pain, without any worries and his body looking like floating in the clouds was perfect to relax and get rest for the crazy but amazing life he had. In the first moment, he could feel his mother talking to him in her sweet tone of voice used to speak with him when he was sick or sad and hands in his chest, giving sweet squeezes and making a smile appear on his face. Later, other lips connecting to his made Erin was above him, they were in their bed and she was laughing loud probably for a joke he made while repeating 'I love you Jay', looking more beautiful than ever just like an angel she is just in her underwear, her body, face and hair were perfect and shining. It was his paradise until a man appears behind her with a malicious smile, he instantly recognized him as Nathan and in a blink of eye, Erin disappeared and the real world comes back as Anderson was kind of making mouth to mouth respiration and, turning his head to the side, he vomited all the water in his lungs.
He could see the evident fear in his boss' eyes, he was dead a minute ago and this realization was going to terrifying him for the rest of his life. It was their first day in this God-forsaken place and he just died, but he was sure that it was the beginning. His only thoughts and prayers were for the team to find them soon as he fell asleep.
"What a wonderful first day!" Anderson exclaims as he gets out of the cell. Being in control of Jay's life gave him a sense of power he had forgotten but it was so good. Actually, it was great when it came to see Voight suffer because of this control. This whole situation was just to make the Sergeant pay for his mistake but after tasting Jay's lips, he loved it as shows much the boy is perfect and something hidden deeper in him goes to the surface, bringing an idea and what he had to propose to have total control of the handsome detective for a long time and this was going to bring a new level of suffer on Hank so it was worth it do. Laying down on his bed and staring at the vision of the camera showing his captives asleep, he whispers: "He's going to be mine, Hank Voight!"
And here is chapter 4! Let me know your opinions on this story so far and what are your suspicion on Nathan's idea. Thanks for all the reviews! See you soon!