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The Return of Jack Collier (Chapter Twenty-Seven)

The Return of Jack Collier

A Jack Collier Story

By Brett N. Lashuay

 

Last week’s entry can be found here.

 

Twenty-Seven: Countdown

(This chapter by: Jill Piper)

 

 

            I knew that today was going to be the day. I was waiting in the white room, where all the objects were white or had been painted white, and counting the hours. I knew what was going to happen, I’d been told all about it in graphic detail. I was going to be raped, and it would be videotaped so that I could watch it later while I was being raped again. I was to be broken, and made into a supplicant. That was their plan anyway, I knew what was really going to happen.

 

            I had been wearing the only thing that was left in my clothing drawers that day, a cotton dress with light tan accent lines on a few spots like the hem and sleeves. It looked like someone had bleached the dress to take out all the color they could. I knew they were going to make me change, they’d already brought the two bits of fabric they were calling a sacrificial gown, even though it was really just a thin toga sort of robe thing. I would have to wear it, or they would drug me long enough to put me in it. I didn’t want to be drugged, because I wanted to be ready for when Jack came.

 

            Jack came earlier than I thought he would, and not how I’d planned.

 

            The door opened and the guy who wanted to be Buddy Holly when he grew up came through the door. He had a nasty look on his face when he came in, smiling at me and making me tug at the hem of my skirt to try and pull it over my legs so he couldn’t look at them.

 

            “I’ve brought you a present,” he said, licking his top lip in a way that made me uncomfortable. “Something for you to look at.”

 

            Then they dragged him in, one of them on each arm and his feet barely touching the ground. He was covered in blood, and he looked like he’d been beaten with a baseball bat. His eyes were moving around though, and his movements were only a little dazed. He looked at me and his face broke into a wide grin, showing me that he still had all his teeth in place.

 

            “Hi Jill,” he enthused at me. “How you doing girl?”

 

            “Jack?” I asked.

 

            “Yeah,” he grinned a lop sided smirk at me and tipped a wink. “I’ll be back to get you in a little while, will you be ready for me?”

 

            “Yes Jack,” I said, nodding to him.

 

            “Don’t worry about this situation,” he cleared his throat and moved around a little. “I can handle this, this is nothing.”

 

            “I’m sure you’re right,” the Buddy Holly look-alike winner said.

 

            “You bet I am,” Jack said. “Don’t you worry about a thing kiddo. Once I sort these guys out, I’ll be right with you.”

 

            “Okay,” I said trying not to sound like a stupid little girl, but failing. “I’ll wait Jack.”

 

            “That’s a good girl,” he said. “I’ve got to go with these guys and then I’ll be back for you.”

 

            “Okay Jack.” I nodded at him.

 

            “Oh shut up,” Buddy Holly said, giving him a kick in the side. “Take him for a ride, I don’t want to see him again.”

            The two big guys took him away and the skinny guy with glasses snapped his fingers. Another two big guys brought a girl into the room and threw her down on the floor. One of them gave her a slap when she tried to get up, which sent her spinning and falling to the floor.

 

            “What?” I asked.

 

            “Get to know her,” he said as he walked out the door. “You’re the main course, she’s going to be the starter tonight.”

 

            The door closed behind him and the girl sat up and started to cry. She put her fists against her face and shook her shoulders, and that was all. There wasn’t screaming or wailing, just the shoulder shaking. I guessed she must have known what was ahead for us, but not known that Jack really would be rescuing us just like he promised.

 

            “It’s okay,” I sat down and put my arms around her shoulders. “Jack will come back for us, he always comes back.”

 

            “I’m going to kill that little shit,” she said suddenly.

 

            “What?” I asked.

           

            “I’m going to kill that little Elvis Costello look alike.” she said wiping her face. “He killed Dale. I’m going to kill him.”

 

            She got up and walked to the door, smacking her hand at the place where the knob had been removed. She looked at the spot and then smacked the door with her shoulder a few times. The door didn’t move though, it just sat there while she banged into it. She fell to the floor again, and this time she really did start crying for real.

 

            “Goddamnit!” She snapped as she hit the floor and began to sob in earnest. “Damn it!”

 

            “It’s a locked door,” I said. “Even if you broke it down, there are a dozen guys on the other side.”

 

            “Damn it,” she said again and swiped at her eyes. “I should be able to handle this.”

 

            “Why?” I asked.

 

            “I should be able to do something,” she said.

 

            “There’s nothing to do,” I shrugged. “We’ve just got to wait for Jack.”

 

            “Just wait for the man to come to the rescue?” she asked.

 

            “No,” I said, wondering if she’d ever actually seen him in action. “We wait for Jack.”

 

            There wasn’t much to say after that, so we did wait. And we waited. And waited. I started to get a little worried because after a while it started to get late. The clock was turning around, marking out how much time we had left. The door opened and two of the big men came back in.

 

            “Time to get dressed,” one of them said throwing something at her. I could tell, just by how it landed, it was another sacrificial gown.

 

            “What if we don’t?” she asked.

 

            He didn’t look annoyed or threatening or anything. He just shrugged at her.

 

            “We can do it easy, or we can do it hard,” he said pulling a syringe from his coat pocket. “It won’t matter either way. You’re going to be in that dress and you’re going to do your part. You can either be paralyzed, or you can go willingly. Coming down from this stuff isn’t pleasant though, I’ll tell you that.”

 

            She didn’t say anything, she just pulled her shirt off and started to undo her bra. They walked out and left us to it, giving us a few moments of privacy before we were to be abused. She had a nice body, just the sort of girl I liked. If things had been different, we could have had a nice weekend together, but there wasn’t going to be time for that. If I was lucky, I would just pass out in the first few moments.

 

            We got dressed, we waited until we were called for, and we just looked at each other. I could tell she wanted to talk, but she had clearly decided that sitting in silence was the way to go. When they did come, they looked meaner than ever. I wanted to ask her what her name was, but I didn’t get a chance when we were led from the white room towards the place where it was going to happen.

 

            We were walked into a room where two tables had been set up. No, not tables. They were, well, racks, with stirrups on them. We were each grabbed by a dozen men each and tied down. Our hands were tied over our heads and our legs were tied into the stirrups, putting us in an easy position to be used. They just used strips of cloth, not even leather or anything, it would have been so easy to cut through those with even a small knife.

 

            I looked at her, noticing how she seemed to be taking all this in stride and realized I still didn’t know her name. Whatever moment of weakness she’d had was gone, and they weren’t going to be able to do anything to her because she wasn’t going to be broken. She looked strong and angry and waiting for a moment to attack. I wished I could have been strong like her, but I was getting scared. Jack should have been here and he wasn’t.

 

            Then the talking began, and the ritual began, and I started to cry because I knew I’d been forgotten. They were sprinkling me with water, pouring oil down my legs and I knew he wasn’t coming. They started chanting, and I couldn’t help the tears pouring down my face. I was in that chair for ten minutes, waiting for them to just start and get it over with, before they started the count down.

 

            “Fifteen seconds brothers!” one of them called and pulled open his robe, exposing his erect penis. “Ten seconds!”

 

            They all cheered together as the last few seconds rolled down.

 

            “FIVE! FOUR!” one of them started to crawl on top of me, his breath reeking of booze and something that smelled like pot. “THREE! TWO!”

 

            And I knew I’d been left behind.

 

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December 30, 2010 - Posted by | Fiction, Jack |

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