Stars around Scars *editing*

Chapter Four

Erin POV

I wake when I feel my head begin to pound again. My hands are cuffed behind my back. My mouth is taped shut and I am stuck to this rusty pole in the middle of the room. How long has it been? Why haven't they found me yet?

After a few minutes I can hear shuffling on the other side of the door. He has to be watching me.

"Well hello there" Sam peeks his head in the doorway before coming in. He takes a few steps closer to me, "I hope you don't mind answering some of my questions, you are going to be here for a while so I strongly encourage you to do so". He says calmly while removing the tape from my mouth.

"Where does Jay Halstead live?" He asks while taking a few steps back then begins to walk slowly around me. I am guessing he couldn't wait for Jay to come home. Or he was to dumb to do his research.

"I don't know". I reply cautiously, he can do so much with such little information.

"Let's try that again... where does Jay Halstead live?" Sam said, quickly growing more agitated.

"I told you, I don't know".

"Alright, we can try some other methods I guess" He sighs and walks off to the far corner of the room picking up some scrap metal, and dragging it back over leaving only sparks behind.

"Where does Jay Halstead live?" Sam asked flatly again.

He is not messing around, I could die if I don't talk. I will be okay, he knows I am not giving up any sensitive information. So I stay silent.

After a few seconds he winds up, I try to make my body small. It won't work, I can feel my ribs cracking while he makes contact. My legs bend to my chest as I scream in pain. After a few seconds I am forced to spit out blood.

"Maybe another question... where does Hank Voight live?" Sam asks with haunting curiosity.

I can't give that up either, I have no idea who he is working with. Hank can easily get killed. I have to take another hit.

The sharp metal makes contact with my ribs again as my agony comes out in screams. As I hunch over in pain, the blood begins to drip out of my mouth again. I whisper to myself, "Jay has been through worse".

"What was that, tell me" Sam taunts me while winding up with the scrap metal once again.

I am quickly rummaging through my scattered thoughts. Jay probably won't be outed with this information, and I won't take another hit.

"Do you want to be hit again?" Sam threatened impatiently.

"Jay has seen a lot on the job" I swallow nervously.

"Is that so..." Sam Says through thoughts.

Sam's face twists into an unnerving smile before saying. "Wow, you really let him go through all of this while you were his partner, you really must not love him".

He begins to wind up again, I can't take another hit like that. "No no no, I quit a week before a lot of it happened. I went back to help". I need to live out as much information as possible. It might save our lives.

"Oh, is that all?" Sam asks.

"Yes". I reply calmly.

Sam lowers the scrap, but still makes harsh contact to my leg. "If I am not mistaken a few weeks after something happened to you". Sam says tauntingly. He knows I am leaving out information.

"I was abducted by a robbery chain and they where going to rape me ok". Oh my god what was I thinking? Why did I say that?

"Wow, I guess you can talk," Sam seems surprised. He put the scrap metal back before walking back and leaning on the pole I am cuffed to. "And who found you just before they did it... That's right, your knight in shining armor." He annoyingly taunts me.

I am such a fucking idiot Jay has told me hundreds of times to think before I speak In these situations. He always said if I didn't it would eventually bite me in the ass. Well here we are. I am about to experience my worst nightmare and Jay has not a clue where I am.

Sam leans down while putting the tape back on, he gets down on my level and goes for my pant line. I pull my legs to my chest immediately. This cannot happen to me today, I need more time.

"Well Jay is not here right now and he will never be." Sam says coldly while trying to press my knees down to go straight. I start squirming to resist, that's when I feel the cold blade at my throat. But I don't care, I resist. He won't kill me, he still needs more information.

"Ugh you should just give in already, he is not coming... Maybe this is not the best approach." Sam says flatly while getting up and walking out the door.

I guess I did it, he is not going to rape me! But if he won't do that... then what will he do to get answers out of me?