Jake

CHAPTER SIX

Jake opened his eyes. He was laying on a cold, hard surface. He pushed himself upright. He couldn’t see anything, it was pitch black. He sat on the cold floor straining to hear anything. Silence was all that hit his ear drums. He rose to his feet and stood still for another moment. He looked to his right and then to his left. He even turned in a full circle, looking for anything other than blackness. His breath got caught in his throat and he coughed. The sound echoed loudly through the room and instead of diminishing, seemed to build until it was almost intolerable at which point it just stopped. A dead cut-off.

~What the fuck? Where am I?~

He took a step forward and immediately hit a wall. Confused, he put his hands out in front of him and felt around. A solid wall. He made a quarter turn and tried to walk forward. Another wall. He turned again. Same results. His heart began to pound harder. Panicking, praying, that the last direction would prove to be a way out. He was wrong. He was boxed in.

“HELP!” he yelled. His heart was racing. Was he trapped? How? “HELP ME PLEASE!”

He pounded his fists against the last wall. He didn’t even have enough room to take one step in any direction. How was that possible? Wasn’t he just laying flat on the floor? “PLEASE SOMEONE! HELP ME!” His voice cracked as he screamed in vain. He began to hyperventilate.

Suddenly he heard a loud bang and a bright light flashed on which caused him to shield his face. It was everywhere. He couldn’t see. After a moment the light became more bearable and his eyes adjusted. He held his breath when he saw what stood before him.

A man.

At least the silhouette of a man; He couldn’t see his face. He didn’t need to. He knew who he was.

“Let me out,” Jake said meekly. He had meant to make the demand sound more threatening, but he found that his knees trembled and his throat was tight.

The figure stood completely still and silent.

“Let me out.” A little more forceful now. Jake swallowed hard.

“Fight your way out.” The figure spoke! His voice was guttural and sounded like something out of Jake’s favorite horror movie as a kid.

“W-what?” Jake asked, unnerved.

“Fight your way out.” He repeated.

Jake quickly glanced all around. “T-there isn’t any way out… please, just…”

“FIGHT YOUR WAY OUT!” the voice thundered.

Jake jumped a bit, taken aback by the sound.

“I… I can’t” he said submissively.
“Then die.”

Immediately water began to fill the cell that Jake was trapped in. “No, no! Please!” he begged. The water was filling fast. Jake pounded his fits against the glass desperate to get out. “Please!”

“Fight your way out.”

“I can’t! I don’t know how! Please!”

“Then die.”

The water was past his knees already.

“Please, I don’t want to drown!” Jake was desperate. His heart pounded. He needed to find a way, but how? ~Please, God, help me! How do I get out? HOW DO I GET OUT?!~

“Fight your way out.”

“What the FUCK are you talking about?!” Jake screamed in a desperate anger. The water was up to his chest. “You’re not making any sense!”

“You will die.”

“Please!” he pounded his fists as hard as he could on the glass, tears streaming down his face. The water was just above his chin. He tipped his head back to be able to breath as long as possible.

“Fight your way out.”

The water was up to his eyes, he jumped to try to reach the air. A quick gasp. He couldn’t even hit the glass wall effectively anymore, because the water slowed him down.

“Fight your way out.”

The air was out of his reach now, covering his head. His lungs began to burn. He stopped his attempts at the wall and closed his eyes. He leaned as much as his prison allowed him to and thought of Samantha. ~I love you.~

Suddenly Jake heard a loud shatter all around him as he was washed to the floor with the flowing water. He took the biggest gasp of air he had ever taken in his life. He was on the floor again, but he was wet this time and it was dark once again. He had a coughing fit, but he was grateful to be sucking in air again.

After a moment he composed himself again and scrambled to his feet. Fearing the worst he pushed his hands out in front of him once again and stepped forward. No wall. He took another step. And another. Suddenly a spot light flicked on far off in the distance ahead of him. He heard the sounds of a girl crying. His heart immediately began to pound against his chest. He took off in a mad dash towards the light.

~Why is she crying? What did they do to her?!~

He didn’t know who he was running to, but he knew he had to help her. Somehow.
He drew closer to the spotlight. When he was finally coming into range of being able to see who he was off to rescue the light flicked off, the crying stopped and he rammed into a wall.

~FUCK! Not again!~

He scrambled to his feet, and felt immediately in front of him.

A wall.

He felt to his sides. Nothing. Behind him. Nothing. Only in front of him was there a wall.

~What the hell is this?~

Just then a spotlight switched on. The man stood in front of Jake on the other side of the wall, once again. Jake stared at him with anger painted on his face, but he remained silent.

For a moment, the silhouette was silent as well. Then he spoke.

“You would not fight to save your life.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jake said coldly.

“Oh, but you do.” The light flicked off again. Jake heard crying once again.

“Maybe you will fight to save another,” the deep, harsh voice said.

The girl screamed. The spotlight flicked back on. The girl hung from what Jake could only assume was the ceiling. Her wrists were shackled together over her head to a chain. She was suspended so that her toes were only an inch from the floor. She hung her head and her blond hair covered her face as she sobbed. Three men surrounded her. They were groping her completely naked body. Fondling her breasts, licking her neck, touching the slit between her legs.

Jake stood frozen for a few seconds as he watched wide-eyed in horror at the sight before him. She cried and she had not lifted her head yet, but the reality hit Jake harder than a ton of bricks. She only cried, but he knew her voice. He knew that silky hair. He knew…

One of the men rubbed his fingers hard along her slit and forced two of them inside her. She lifted her head as she screamed.

Suddenly a voice screamed her name. It was filled with pain and horror, and then he realized it was his own.

“SAAAAMAAAANTHAAA! NOOOOOOOO!”

Jake threw himself at the wall pounding on it. “GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER!” He screamed so hard that his vocal chords felt as if they might rip right out of his throat.

The silhouette stood idly by, taking in the scene.

The sight of the assault filled Jake’s mind. One of the men licked her face. She tried to pull away but he had a fist-full of her hair preventing just that. His other hand kneaded one of her breasts. A second man sucked on her other breast, and bit down on her nipple. The third was positioning his huge hard member for entry to the very place his fingers had been moments ago. He placed his hands on her hips from behind her and shoved forward, forcing his penis painfully inside her.

She let out a blood-curdling sound.

Jake felt as though someone had just shoved a sword through his chest. An intense heat flooded his body. It had started at the top of his head and shot immediately downward. He stood stiffly, ready to explode with an anger worse than any nuclear device could have.

Suddenly the glass in front of him shattered as easily as a car window that had made love to a child’s stray baseball. He fixed his eyes on the man directly behind his love and the man was immediately thrown fast away from her and connected hard to a wall directly behind him. He fell to the floor broken. The other two men didn’t seem to notice their fallen comrade. They didn’t have time to. The second flew to the side and hit the wall in the same manor as the first. Then the third, who fell to the ground, almost folded in half in such a way that the back of his head met his heels.

The silhouette laughed diabolically.

Samantha suddenly feeling the absence of torture looked up and saw her savior. “Jake?” her tortured voice squeaked.

The intensity that filled Jake’s body left him almost as quickly as it had taken him and he grew dizzy and lost his balance. He stumbled to the side for a moment before bringing a hand to his head and looking up at his love. “Sam…” he took an unstable step forward. “Sam!”

Jake threw himself forward, determined to save her and get her down from her chains. Just as he reached her, she faded out of the air, as if she were a hallucination. Jake let out a panic scream, “SAM!” He quickly spun around to face the silhouette.

“Good boy,” the hard voice said.

Suddenly the light flicked off again and Jake was left alone in the dark. He immediately stepped forward to run, but instead of hitting a wall, he immediately experienced a different sensation. It was as if he had just stepped off a ledge. He was falling! He was falling extraordinarily fast. The darkness let up as he careened through the air. He saw the ground and it was coming at him fast. He heard the sound of himself screaming once again.

Just as he was about to impact the ground, he shot up in bed screaming.

“Aw, Jake, again?” a sleepy Kyle asked, reaching for the light above his head.