Universe: ATF
Main Characters: Buck, Ezra, Chris
Disclaimer: Don't own them but wish I did. Not making money off of this, wish I could.
Warning: Rated R contains sexual situations and rape scene If you are under 18 years of age, please do not read any further!
Thanks to all those who wrote in this universe before me, especially Sue Kelley. I hope I didn't step on any toes. Thank you Mog for this playpen. Marla and Katy, you've been great, thanks for the encouragement! Comments are appreciated but I barely got up the nerve to submit this one so please, no flames.
The man stood with the others, waiting to get on the elevator. When the door opened, he made his way to the rear of the elevator and stood silently. No one noticed him, he was just another businessman with a briefcase in one hand, several files under his arm and the free hand kept pushing his glasses up his nose. He had white hair, a graying mustache, an off the rack suit, and brown shoes. He would have blended into any crowd and not have been noticed by any of the people around him.
If anyone had bothered to look at the man closely, they would have noticed the eyes. It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. This man's eyes revealed that he had no soul. His entire being was consumed by hate. It had been bubbling and boiling inside him for twelve years, seven months, and twenty-two days now, ever since the jury had found him guilty. Well, he was a free man now and he was about to vent his hatred upon the two men he had sworn to take into hell with him.
Two men got into the elevator last. They were arguing, although not loudly or with any real fervor. The man in the back smiled slightly. His plan was set, the wheels were in motion and very shortly, he would get to taste his sweet revenge. He pushed his glasses up on his nose and strained slightly to hear what the two men in the front of the elevator were saying.
"I swear Chris, I had nothing to do with the guys finding that picture!" Buck tried to remain serious but the thought of the picture of a young Chris Larabee in a double breasted suit with exceptionally wide lapels, a big fat tie, a crew cut and penny loafers brought out a smile he couldn't suppress. "I'm sure J.D. must have found it when he was scrounging through my things."
"It was in your possession and now it's on the web page. It's your fault, Buck." Larabee was still fuming over the picture that J.D. Dunne had digitized and left at the end of the ATF web site. Buck would have been humiliated for life if the picture of him like that had made it out in the open. Fortunately for him, Buck had been there when J.D. had found the pictures and he had made it perfectly clear to the young man who shared his condo, that J.D. would die if any of the rest of the team saw his picture. He had watched as J.D. tore his picture up into little pieces and threw it in the trash. He did not witness J.D. tear up Chris's picture though. And now, Chris was blaming him and J.D. and Vin were both enjoying not only Chris's but Buck's discomfort immensely.
The door opened on the fourth floor and Wilmington and Larabee got out of the elevator and headed for their office. Neither of them noticed the man with the white hair in the rear of the elevator. The man got off on the fifth floor and headed for the stairs to go back to the ground level. He was whistling to himself as he quickly moved down the steps.
Lucas Beddlington was a happy man. He had everything he had dreamt of for the past twelve years. Parts of the plan were already in motion. The rest would commence in a few short days. Yes, he had everything he could ever want. The rest of his life would be an inspiration to the hundreds who knew his story.
Lucas had also been a happy man thirteen years ago. He had been a man with it all, money, power, women, and important friends. He ran a powerful network of crime at the age of twenty-eight. He owned politicians and policemen. He could do anything he liked and he could have any woman who caught his eye. He had loyal henchmen to do his bidding and more money than even he could spend.
Until that fateful day! He had seen a woman in a restaurant. She was magnificent and he wanted her. To him, it was that simple. And he had taken her, admittedly against her will, but her will didn't matter to Lucas. It did matter, however, to a young policeman and his slightly older partner. When the woman died of her injuries, the two officers hounded his trail. He did all he could to get them off of him but they seemed to be untouchable and, what made matters worse, they found themselves a judge that was also incorruptible. Lucas Beddlington was sentenced to twenty years for the murder of a woman he didn't even know the name of.
The man with the white hair and mustache stepped out of the Federal building and into the bright autumn sunshine. He threw the files he had tucked under his arm into the trash can on the corner. He waved his hand and the black limousine cruised silently up to stop beside him. The door opened and he blissfully climbed into the back beside the exquisite blonde woman. "Are you ready to spring the trap, my darling Kindra?" he asked as he ran his hand up her thigh.
"Oh yes," she purred as she guided his hand further up her thigh and under her silk skirt. "I've been waiting for this for such a long time, my love."
"I know you have, dear. I promised you that revenge would be sweet, didn't I? Little did I know back then that both of us would be tasting the nectar at the same time. I have no doubt that you have the hook set by now. Oh, you are beautiful bait!" He laughed and then he kissed her. He took her there in the back of the limo as it worked its way to the outskirts of Denver.
"Come on, J.D., you promised Casey you would pick her up at the store by five. Let's go or you'll never make it. Are you sure you've got everything wrapped up?"
"Yeah, Buck." J.D. checked his desk one more time before hurrying after his best friend, his "big brother", Buck Wilmington. He was going on a vacation with his girlfriend, just the two of them, and they had been looking forward to this next week for months now. Somehow, Buck had coerced their boss, Chris Larabee, into giving the kid an extra week off. 'Thank you, Buck ' J.D. thought as they exited the elevator and walked to Buck's pick-up truck. They got in and Buck headed the truck towards his condo that he shared with J.D. Dunne. J.D. had a grin plastered across his face that, he hoped, would last for nine straight days.
They pulled into the condo parking lot and Buck exited the truck. J.D. slid over into the driver's seat. Buck turned and leaned into the window. "Ya sure ya got everything?"
"I'm sure. Thanks again for the truck, Buck. We couldn't be making this trip if it weren't for you, bro. Are you sure you can handle the bike?" J.D. inquired of the big man who had taken in a green raw recruit, fresh out of the academy, an orphan from back east, and had not only made him feel a part of the team but had also taken him into his home and made him family. The two totally different men had meshed their lives until now, they loved each other probably more than most brothers did. They were not only brothers in their hearts, they were best buddies.
"I wasn't born yesterday, kid! I think I can ride a motorcycle. Besides, Valerie is picking me up tonight, and Vin is picking me up Monday morning. I've got it covered. Now, have fun and don't give us poor working slobs a second thought. Give Casey a hug for ol' Buck , okay? I'll see you next Sunday, J.D." He patted the boy's arm and sent him on his way. He was whistling as he went up the walk.
Buck answered the phone, dripping water from the shower to his bedside. He wasn't sure how many times it had rung, but he figured it would be going to the machine soon. He had grabbed a towel on his way out of the bathroom and he wiped water from his face as he said hello.
"I was ready to hang up, Pard." Chris's voice said from the other end.
"Just got out of the shower. Please, don't tell me you're callin' about work!" Buck smiled to himself. He had a date with a total ten tonight and he had no intention of screwing it up. In fact, he had been afraid that the ringing phone might have been Valerie calling to break their date for tonight. He was really looking forward to tonight and possibly the rest of the weekend.
"Nah, nothin' like that. You left in such a hurry this afternoon, I forgot to ask you if you wanted to come out to the ranch Sunday to watch a little football. Come out early and we'll go for a ride first."
Buck took a minute to answer. Memories flooded the big man and his eyes glistened with emotion. How many Sundays had he spent with Chris in the past, watching football, eating junk food, getting half way hammered with beer? It had been their ritual until....."Sounds good, Chris." His voice was quiet, not typical of the gregarious ladies man.
Chris noticed the hushed tone. As he was dialing the phone, he too had pulled up memories and emotions from the past. He had started planning for this Sunday the minute he had approved J.D.'s vacation. The picture of himself as a DPD detective had brought back a flood of great recollections, of times when it was just Buck and him "riding the range" together. Chris had gone through hell when an explosion had taken his wife and son from him and, somehow, he had estranged Buck in the process of crawling out of the hole. They no longer were the "Incorruptible Two" as they had been known when they were partners in the DPD Detective Unit. Now, Vin Tanner had taken over as Chris's confidante and Buck was pouring all his heart and soul into the youngest team member.
Chris sat in his living room now and hoped that Buck would say yes. He wanted a touch of the old days, when it was just the two of them, he and Buck, facing the world together, backing each other up no matter which way the wind was blowing. Sarah had understood them. She had loved Buck unconditionally, once she had come to realize just how important he was to her husband. In fact, Sarah and Buck had a relationship that sometimes confused Chris. He was never jealous, but he was envious every once in awhile. They shared a light hearted joviality that the serious Chris could not join in on. Their love of life was something to behold and all Chris could do was grab ahold of their coattails and hang on for the ride. God, how he missed that. The murder of his wife and young son had changed everything in his life including his friendship with his partner and best friend, Buck. The darkness that had taken over Chris's life was just now beginning to lighten with the inclusion of Vin and the rest of the ATF team. Now, Chris was ready to live again. He was also ready to take his oldest friend, Buck, back into his lonely life. The memories were no longer an excruciating pain. He wanted some of the old camaraderie he and Buck had shared for so long to lighten his heart once again.
"Uh Buck, if it's all right with you, I don't think I'll invite the others. Let's make it just you and me, okay?" Chris ventured into the murky waters of their friendship. So many things stood between them these days. Chris crossed his fingers while he waited for the answer. Chris knew he had a million things to thank Buck for, saving his life from the bottomless pit he had fallen into after the murders five years ago was foremost. He had been kind of hoping that Sunday could be the start of their unconditional friendship again. He bit the corner of his lip.
"Are you sure you don't want Vin to come?" Buck held his breath.
"I'm sure."
A tear fell silently down Buck's cheek. "Okay. I'll call ya Sunday when I leave. Hope it's a sunny day, I got J.D.'s bike." He hesitated and then added, "I'll look forward to it, Chris."
Chris could feel the emotions getting to him. He needed to lighten the mood and so he asked, "So ya got a hot date tonight, huh, Stud?"
Buck grinned to himself. He caught on right away to Chris's maneuver. "The hottest! She's really something, Chris. Haven't found anything like her in a long time. A knockout with brains that's dynamite in the sack! What more could a man ask for?" A sense of humor would be nice, he thought to himself but he didn't share that with Chris. In fact, although Valerie seemed to have it all, Buck wasn't at all in love with her. He hadn't yet figured it out until this very moment. She was cold, ice cold, except in bed but even there, although the sex was fulfilling in every way possible, there was no way Buck could refer to it as "making love". He decided right then and there that this would be Valerie's last weekend with him. What the hell, he'd enjoy tonight and tomorrow for what she did provide and then move on.
"Have fun, Stud. See you Sunday." Chris laughed at his dear old friend.
"Will do, boss." Buck hung up and went about the business of getting dressed for his night on the town with Valerie. He was looking forward to Sunday now, even more than he was to tonight.
He stopped as he was shaving and looked closely at himself in the mirror. Looking back at him was a man in his mid thirties, slightly worn around the edges but mostly in pretty good shape. His stomach was still rock hard due to the time he put in at the gym every week. The smile and the dimples were still the same as in his youth. The hair was still full, dark and wavy, just long enough for a woman to run her fingers through. The skin was tanned and he retained that rugged look that seemed to appeal to the women. He called it his "animal magnetism". It was in the eyes that Buck saw the difference. The eyes held pain and loss, loneliness and defeat, and something else. Something that had been there since that night. Buck knew what it was and why it was there. He rarely if ever talked about it, although one night, after a full bottle of whiskey, he had cried and confessed to J.D. that sometimes, the guilt engulfed him. The guilt of two murders. The guilt of killing his adopted family. The guilt that he saw reflected in Chris's eyes on a daily basis. He leaned heavily on his two hands that rested on the edge of the sink.
"Put it away, Buck. Now is not the time." He said out loud to the man in the mirror. He had had this conversation with his reflection hundreds of times. He wondered if he could ever stop. Maybe, if he could ever solve Sarah and Adam's murders. Maybe, on that day, he could rest. He pushed away from the mirror and went to get dressed.
He put on his new dark gray suit with the light gray shirt and dark gray tie. He had long ago decided not to wear underwear when going out with his ladies. It had often proved quite painful. He slipped on his black Gucci shoes that Ezra had helped him buy. He ran his hand through his hair and stood back to check his look in the full length mirror in his bedroom. Not bad for an over the hill lawman, he thought. Last, but not least, he slipped on his smile.
Kindra pulled up in front of Buck's condo. Her eyes were filled with venom as she sat and glared at the fourth floor loft. She swallowed back the bile that threatened to rise in her throat as she thought of all the nights she had spent in his arms over the past month. She despised the man with every fiber of her being. She wanted him to hurt like she had hurt for the past fourteen years. She knew this was part of Lucas's plan and she had gladly agreed to do everything he instructed her to do. She knew where it would lead and a smile started to creep onto her lips. She chuckled slightly. Thinking back on the past four weeks, she had to admit to herself that in a way, she had enjoyed their coupling, for with every move, every kiss, every caress, she had kept one thing foremost in her mind, Soon you will pay!
She pulled her eyes from the building and checked her hair and makeup in the lighted mirror. She looked perfect, as always. She knew she was beautiful. It had served her well over the years. It had gotten her noticed by Lucas Beddlington when she was only seventeen. She had been just one of his girls until the night he had come looking for something new. She had heard that he was in the house and that he had that hungry look that all the girls dreaded. She had heard the stories about how vicious Mr. Beddlington could be. But she had plans of her own and the sacrifices that had to be made were worth it to her. Lucas Beddlington was a large piece of her plan as she was now his. That night, she had carefully checked her makeup, put on her most fashionable outfit, and waited. She heard the buzz of the other girls when he arrived and it was then that she made her appearance, gliding her way down the stairs and into his life.
The stories were true. He was a cruel, vicious lover but she gave as good as she got. She learned every way imaginable to please a man, from soft and pliable to painful and brutal. She learned and practiced the art of seduction until she could do it without giving anything away that had to do with emotions. She had caught and held Lucas Beddlington in the palm of her hand. And then, one night, she told him the story, her story. He listened to every word and in the end, he had promised her to do all he could to help her with her one true desire. Revenge, he had told her, would only get sweeter and sweeter with time. One had to wait for just the right time to exact your craving. It took planning to do it right. You had to make sure that the person suffered more than you had. She had listened and believed that he would help her. But then, he had been arrested and convicted and she thought her plans had come to an end. But fate had been kind to her for once and the officer that consumed her thoughts, was the same one that Lucas was plotting against. She had gone to the prison every month for the past twelve years and whispered her longings into his ear, fueling his anger every time she purred, "Whatever it takes, darling, I'll be ready. Please use me to bring him down." He would smile at her and touch her face. "Be sure, my love, you will be a big part in his downfall." And he had kept his word.
She took a deep breath, shaking her head slightly to get herself ready. She checked her handbag for the two small vials and added a little more lipstick to her pouty lips. She slid out of the Mercedes and made her way up the sidewalk. She pushed the buzzer for entry and as he answered, she slid into the detestable persona, Valerie Hutchins. Just one more time she promised herself.
He opened the door and caught his breath as she stood, posed against the door frame, her tongue barely touching her bottom lip. Her long blonde hair was worn loose and slightly ruffled. Her black dress was tight against her breasts and cut low to reveal just the right amount of cleavage. The hem was high and her long, silky legs flowed down to black high heels. She wore dark red lipstick that accentuated her pouty lips. She looked every bit a class act but Buck knew she was ferocious inside. He had experienced Valerie's talents in the bedroom and, although not his usual 'cup of tea' as Ezra would say, he found them stimulating and compelling. He sighed jaggedly and bit his lip. He knew he had about three hours to get through before the thin veneer came off and she took him back to her place where they would share a night of aggressive sex that would leave him breathless and shaking. As he moved forward to greet her, he adjusted himself discreetly.
"Hello darlin'. Where are you takin' me for the foreplay?" He slid his hand around her waist and started to pull her to him for a warm up kiss. He gazed into her eyes and stopped cold. From the depths of her startling blue eyes, he witnessed a feral anticipation that would have sent a weaker man running for cover. Her eyes darkened like a cat's just before she strikes her prey with a virulent blow. The savage gleam forced him to take a step backwards.
And then it was gone. The glint vanished to be replaced with a pleased, almost fervorish smile. Had he seen the cat's eye? He shook his head ever so slightly to clear his mind.
Valerie took his hand and kissed his palm. She smiled sideways before she ran her tongue along his lifeline. She nipped his thumb before releasing his hand.
"Easy, Tiger. Let's go eat. You're going to need all the energy you can muster to make it through tonight. I promise you a night you'll never forget, Buck." She literally purred the last sentence and he felt a tingle run up his spine. Was it fear or anticipation? He gulped loudly as he tucked her hand over his arm and led her to the elevator.
"Damn, forgot to lock up. Wait right here, Val. It'll only take a sec."
When he returned, she was gone. He forgot the elevator and raced down the staircase, all four floors. He caught her as she was opening her car door. She turned to him, a lascivious smile upon her lips.
She whispered, "I can't wait to get you alone tonight, baby." With the litheness of a feline, she stretched out her hand and hotly ran it up his thigh and over his crotch. He thought it the most seductive touch he had ever felt. He mentally counted the minutes until he could be alone with her.
"Whew! Are you sure you want to go out to eat? We could stay right here and ordered something in." He moved in for a kiss but she placed her hand on his chest, just enough pressure to keep him at bay.
"I'm starved, Sweetheart. How about trying that new place out by the mall. I think it's Mexican and I know how much you like that, Buck." She eased her long legs into the car and barely waited for him to enter the passenger side before she peeled away from the curb.
She didn't say much as she drove them across town to the new restaurant, one he had never been to before. In fact, he had never even heard of it. They were almost out of town when she turned the Mercedes into the lot of Carlo's. It looked very classy from the outside and Buck decided he would have to be on his best behavior while inside.
The matre'd showed them to a table in a corner, slightly away from the other diners. They ordered their drinks and food and when the food arrived he found it to be delicious. The interior of the restaurant was as classy as the outside but the food was down right spicy, just the right seasonings for Buck's taste.
"This is wonderful, Valerie. I wonder why I've never heard of this place before." He shoveled another spoonful into his mouth.
"It's only been open a week or so, baby." She held up her empty wine glass and glanced at him from under her long lashes. "Would you go to the bar and get me another? The waiter is kind of slow."
"Sure, darlin," he said and, taking her glass, he made his way to the bar at the back of the room. He asked the bartender for another glass of white zinfandel and then headed back to the table.
As soon as he left the table, Kindra took one of the vials out of her purse and dumped the contents onto Buck's food, quickly stirring it into the Mexican rice that Buck seemed to enjoy so much. She returned the vial to her purse and then smiled up at Buck as he returned to the table. He kissed her cheek as he handed her the wine glass.
"Thank you, Buck. So, you like the food?" She spooned a small bit of rice into her mouth and looked pensively into his eyes.
"It's great." He scooped another heaping spoonful into his mouth, never taking his eyes from hers. Before he knew it, he had cleaned his plate. Hers was almost untouched, he noticed. I guess that's how she stays so trim. he thought. They sat and talked for a little bit, enjoying their drinks. Buck started to feel queasy, his chest starting to burn. He grabbed at his chest with his hand as a pain that felt like fire raced from his chest, down through his stomach, and into his gut. He winced but never said anything to Valerie. All his life, Buck had kept his physical pain to himself. His mother, God bless her soul, had been a dancer in Las Vegas and had been a prostitute when times were hard. She loved her son more than anything and he had loved her. He had learned at a young age that if he complained about feeling sick, she would stay home with him, thus losing out on the money they needed to keep eating. Even when he was feeling terrible, he would smile and kiss his mama goodnight at the door. He would crawl into bed the moment he heard her car pull out of the drive. She never knew he was sick. It had almost killed him, one time, when his appendix burst before he admitted to her that he was ill. During all his years in law enforcement, whenever he had gotten injured, he would simply say, It's alright, or I'll be okay. It infuriated Chris at times when he knew the big man was wounded. He could be severely bleeding, the life giving liquid all over his and his partners hands and still he would say, It's nothing, Pard. So, tonight, although he felt a pain he had never felt before, he said nothing to Valerie. It would let up soon, he was sure.
"Let's go back to my place, baby. I'm hungry for something else now." Valerie whispered into his ear and then she ran her tongue over the rim, finishing with a quick dart into the depths of his ear. He shivered slightly and got up to pay the bill. When he turned around, she was already out the door. He went outside to find her in her car already. As he opened the passenger door and started to get in, he noticed she had her skirt pulled up, revealing the garter belt and her thigh and buttocks.
"Whew," he whistled as he pulled the seat belt across himself and fastened it. Another flare of heat pulsated from his chest, causing him to take in a quick breath. He leaned into the seat belt, Valerie's luscious thigh forgotten. He never tried to touch the exposed skin. It never again crossed his mind for the fiery pain grabbed him full force and held him in its excruciating grip. This time, the burning ran down into his legs and lasted for several minutes. He took short quick gasps of air and bit his lip against the onslaught of pain. It seemed to come in waves and didn't let up until they were almost to the small cottage Valerie owned, just outside of town. It was tucked away in a wooded area, providing her with all the privacy she wanted. She had told him it was perfect for sunbathing and he had seen the results. No tan lines on her velvety skin.
"You okay, baby?" she asked as she was turning down her lane. She had not said a word to him until now, although they had been on the road for almost forty-five minutes. He felt the burning sensation easing and he smiled at her and said, "Never better, darlin'. How are you feelin'?" He was afraid that maybe he was suffering from food poisoning and that she would be getting sick too.
She pulled the car to a stop in front of her beautifully decorated cottage and turned off the engine. She turned to him and ran her hand over his chest. "I'm famished, Buck. Go to the bedroom and I'll fix some drinks for us. We're wasting time." She got out and unlocked the front door of the house just as he joined her. They were barely inside the door when she pushed it shut. "Hurry, baby, mama's wet already."
She pulled him to her and slid her tongue into his mouth. Buck tried to pursue it further, but she pushed away from him. She reached down and pulled her dress over her head in one fluid motion. She threw it onto a chair by the door. All she had on was the lacy, black garter belt, her hose, and the black high heels. Tossing her head toward the bedroom, she purred, "I'll be right there. As you can see, I'm ready. Why aren't you?"
Buck pulled in a deep breath and started pulling his clothes off as he headed for the familiar bedroom and the huge king size bed with the silk sheets. He kicked off his shoes, removed his socks, pants, jacket and shirt. His tie was already discarded somewhere in her car. He quickly went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water. His face felt hot to his touch and he looked flushed.
Kindra poured the aged whiskey into a tall glass and dumped the contents of the second vial into the amber liquid. She stirred it with her finger and then carefully wiped her finger on a damp towel. She didn't want any of this potent powder making its way into her body. She was smiling as she poured herself a glass of wine. She knew from experience, Buck would down the drink in one gulp, not wanting to delay his pleasure any longer than necessary. She kicked her shoes off as she carried the two glasses down the hallway and into the bedroom. Buck sat on the edge of the bed. Her smiled spread across her face as she saw how ready he was for her. She handed him his drink and swirled hers in her hand. The ladies man chugged the whiskey back and then reached for the beautiful woman.
"Let's try something a little different tonight. Lay back, baby." He did as she requested and then watched as the exquisite blonde reached into a drawer in her nightstand and pulled out two long silk scarves of royal blue. She took hold of his right wrist and expertly tied it to the steel bed frame. She repeated the process with the left wrist. Buck tugged at the bindings and found them very secure. He thought quickly,What kind of hell would the guys put him through if they could see him now. Totally helpless but with a strong erection poking up toward the sky.
"I give, Val. Do your worst to me." Buck grinned and winked at her.
He suddenly saw a change come over her as she stood at the foot of the bed. A fury seemed to emanate from the woman's eyes, hatred toward him pouring from her body. Buck shook his head and stared at her. She hadn't moved. She continued to glare at him from the foot of the bed.
"Valerie, what's the matter?"
"My name is Kindra, Kindra James. I hate that name, Valerie." She sneered as she said the name.
"What the hell's going on here, Valerie?" He felt fear spread through him. Seconds later, the fear was replaced with a pain in his chest that was unlike any pain he had ever felt. The burning pain seemed to grow and consume his whole body. It felt like a fire burning in his chest, the flames spreading out to engulf his head, arms and legs. As Buck's back arched against the inferno inside him, he strained to pull his hands free but they were securely tied. The distressed man pulled his legs up into a fetal position and felt a moan escape his lips. "What did you give me?" he cried between clenched teeth.
Kindra started to laugh, she held her sides as the laughter shook her whole body. "Oh Lucas was so right. It is a sweet morsel, revenge." She stopped laughing and moved to the side of the bed near his feet. She leaned toward him, hatred for him spilling from her blue eyes. "I don't suppose you remember my brother, Kyle. You arrested him, said he was some kinda major drug dealer. He was just trying to make a little money so that my mom wouldn't have to work so hard. We tried to tell you that but you didn't care at all. You sat in that courtroom and lied about how my brother was dealing drugs from our front porch. You and your partner were laughing as you left that day. Do you remember that? I do. The two smug policemen, laughing at me, my family. You're not laughing so much now, are you, Officer Wilmington? I wanted to see this day for so long now. To see you beg to die!"
"Did you know, Officer Wilmington, that my mother died a month after Kyle was sent to prison? She was so sick and you and your partner didn't care. DID YOU! Kyle was only twenty-one years old and you ruined his life, our lives! They found him hanging in his cell three months after mom died. I vowed then that you would pay for Kyle and my mother. Well, tonight's the night you start paying for what you did to my family. Now is the time, Officer Wilmington." She moved cautiously to the nightstand again, staying far enough away that he couldn't reach her with his legs. She pulled out two pair of handcuffs and quickly she snapped them tightly around his wrists, fastening them through the metal bars of the headboard. Then she reached in the drawer again and pulled out a syringe filled with a red liquid.
'She's going to inject me with AIDS infected blood', he thought, just before she plunged the needle into his arm. As she depressed the plunger, he felt the burning sensation in his arm. It was a hundred times more painful than the fire he had felt just moments before in his chest. As the liquid made its way through his body, the pain became excruciating, like nothing he had ever felt before. The flames engulfed him and his body writhed on the bed. His mind focused on only the agony that his body was experiencing. Nothing else would penetrate his thoughts for six hours although, right now, he didn't know that. The scream that found its way from his throat pierced the night. Kindra laughed again as she stood back and thought, He'd chew his arm off if he could to rip the pain from his chest. Lucas had told her he would suffer but she never in her wildest dreams thought it would be this severe.
She walked to her closet and got dressed as he thrashed about on the bed, screaming every few minutes. All of a sudden, his stomach revolted and he vomited all over himself and the bed. His bowels released without his conscious knowledge. Kindra wrinkled her nose at the stench. She moved to the foot of the bed again and stopped to look at him one last time.
"Good night, darlin'," she mockingly drawled. She turned and opened the door to the bedroom. "He's all yours, Chico."
The huge Hispanic, who had been waiting in the house all this time, moved into the room and took her place at the end of the bed. He smiled at the naked man writhing on the silk sheets. He had plenty of time to get him moved to his new abode.
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