Author's Note: HI AGAIN! This is something I've had written down for many years, but I decided not to use it and won't have a place for it in the future. I still wanted to share it tthough. If it helps inspire any of you writers out there, go with it :)
Henry had Jen captive here, obviously, & decided to play with Mark's mind.
Henry stood outside of the cell he was now holding Jen in, his devious grin being met with a death glare, "You're adorable when you're angry, darling."
"Fuck off!" Jen spat.
"Eh." Henry just shrugged it off as he placed a poster board up against the bars, "I need you to memorize this. You're gonna do me a little favor soon."
"The hell I am!" She spat once more.
"Oh you will. Or else." He assured her, reaching into a back pocket to pull out a pistol and cock it. Offering another grin, he then pointed it at her.
Jen was silent now, letting her eyes fall to see what was written on the board.
"In a few minutes, I'll be calling Mark on your phone here..." He began as he pulled her cell phone out of his other back pocket, "And you're gonna say these words on the board. It's your script. Memorize it."
Her eyes skimmed over what he'd written and she hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up, "I- I can't say that.."
"You will, or I can shoot you. Right here, right now." He then tapped the board with the gun, "You're gonna say all this. And you're gonna make it believable."
"Henry-" Jen began, but jumped to the floor for cover as Henry suddenly fired off a warning shot into the wall behind her, to prove he was serious. As she picked herself back up, she cautiously continued, "I- I was just going to say... what if he doesn't buy it?"
"Oh Jen, don't worry about that. I think you can sell it And, if you don't, well... I won't miss next time. Do it right."
Jen felt defeated and just sighed, "Fine."
"Thatta girl. Now..." Henry began, but was interrupted as the phone started ringing, "Well, well, well. It's Mark. Show time, darling. Let's sell this." He then smiled gleefully as he hit the answer button, "Marky-Mark! Such timing. I was just about to call you."
"WHERE IS SHE, HENRY?!" Mark screamed from the other end, loud enough for Jen to hear too.
"My partner? Oh, she's right here with me" Henry replied and nodded to Jen, motioning to the board with the gun before pointing it back at her again. He hit the speaker-phone button so he could hear Mark's response, "Go ahead, dear, talk to Mark."
"Mark-" She began, but paused.
Henry's eyes narrowed and he waved the gun as a reminder of the consequences.
"Are you okay, Jen? Are you hurt at all?" Mark asked with concern in his tone.
"No. I'm just fine. In fact... Connie was right to be suspicious of me. It was all a ploy. Henry and I got you good..." And she paused again, not wanting to speak the last words written, but a deadly glare forced her to continue and she gladly gave one back, making it obvious these final words were actually being spoken to Henry himself, unbeknownst to Mark, "...you fucking idiot."
Henry just winked, impressed.
After about 30 seconds of silence, Henry decided to check in, "Are ya there, Marky-Mark?"
"I'm gonna find and kill you, Henry. I swear to God. And Jen... I suggest you not be around when I show up!" With that, Mark hung up on them.
Jen collapsed into a sitting position with a shattered expression on her face. She hoped Mark would be able to see through this and know that something wasn't right.
"That was perfect. I'm so proud of you, my darling."
Henry was wanting to get a rise out of her, and it worked.
There ya have it. I had a couple ideas of where it would have gone from here, but none were ever written. The one I decided to be used was Mark knowing something wasn't right. Henry was going to text an address to Mark & leave Jen locked up to be found. Mark would arrive & Jen was going to plead to be believed. That she was forced to say all of that. Mark would reveal that he knew & she'd basically be saved ?￢ﾀﾍ ️. Thanks for reading. I might eventually throw more unused ideas here.