Over Your Shoulder

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

22/04/2020 11:42 hours.  An unidentified house in Salem, Virginia.

Spencer had completely lost track of time. After Mel had coerced him into consenting to sex, the siblings had left him alone for the most part. James came down to the basement twice a day to allow him to use the urinal bottle and bedpan and to feed him some foul lactose-free liquid through the nasogastric tube. At one point, Spencer had been able to get the tape off his mouth and screamed again, which enraged James. Spencer found himself with his mouth sewn shut and several layers of tape wrapped firmly over his lips and around his head. The tape was tight and dug harshly into his cheeks. His fingers and toes had long gone numb. His anus burned from where James had forced himself into the genius, much to Mel's delight.

Spencer knew the instant infection had set in. His lower left leg pulsed, and the pain increased in intensity by the minute. There was a warm, wet sensation crawling across his skin under the tape binding his injured leg. The smell that emanated from the wound was nauseating. Spencer felt heat sweeping through him, yet his forehead and back were soaked with a cold sweat. Spencer counted the seconds in his head since someone had been down in the basement. It had been 43,200 seconds since the last visit.

Spencer was startled by the sound of the lock clicking in the door and footsteps thudding down the stairs. James. Spencer lay there, listening and trembling as James rummaged around on the workbench. There was a metallic scraping against wood, which made Spencer’s heart skip a beat.
“What the fuck is that smell? Did you shit yourself?” snarled James. Spencer shook his head frantically. James glanced at the injured leg to find a green/brown liquid oozing out from under the tape. He set the screwdrivers down on the bed between Spencer’s spread out legs and tore the tape apart. Spencer screamed into the gag as the tape ripped out the hair on his leg. The skin around his wound was purple and shining, veins throbbing at the surface. James twisted his face in a disgusted grimace as he grabbed a bottle of water and uncapped it, pouring some of the liquid into the wound to wash away the offensive exudate. The pus ran down the sides of Spencer’s leg and soaked into the mattress beneath him. Involuntary tears rolled down Spencer’s face from the under the blindfold.

James picked up the crosshead screwdriver and pressed the tip to one of the screws that held the titanium plates in place. Spencer writhed in place, his pleas left unheard. James chuckled to himself as he began to remove the screws from the broken bones. Spencer thrashed as much as he could, earning himself a shock from the collar. He lay there panting as the final screw was removed. James placed the bloodied screwdriver on the bed and picked up the flathead. He carefully pried the metal plates away, watching with glee at the bones separating. James returned the screwdrivers to the bench and picked up a hammer. He twirled it in his hand, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth. He was determined to make the genius feel ultimate pain. He whistled to himself as he brought the blunt end of the hammer down hard on the broken bones, shattering them into smithereens.  Spencer let out a guttural scream and pulled against his restraints. He could not hear anything besides the pulse in his ears, so he failed to notice Mel's giggle.
“Hey, Jimbo. That looked fun. Can I have a go?” James handed the hammer to Mel. She swung it down hard, smashing the bones beyond repair.  Mel scrunched her nose in disgust.
“It stinks,” she said almost childishly. Spencer passed out before they could say another word. Mel snapped a full body image of the unconscious man, then another of his mangled leg, and hit send with a smirk on her face. James leaned down and probed the wound with his tongue, happily lapping up the blood and pus.
“Eww. James. That's just fucking nasty. Come on. I'll make us some tea.”

22/04/2020 12:02 hours. Bethesda Hospital,  Virginia.

Emily frowned at the pinging of her cell phone in her pocket. She lifted her head and glanced around at the team as she slid the phone out of her pocket. David was pouring over Mel's file. Penelope was fixated on the lines of code across her laptop screen. Matt and Luke were going through the details of Maria and Andrew Carter. JJ had James Carter's file open on the table in front of her. Tara stared out of the window in thought.
“What does everyone have so far?” asked Emily as she set her cell phone down on the table.
“We already know what we do about Mel. There's nothing else to add,” answered David dejectedly.
“James has a sealed record too,” said JJ with a sigh.
“Maria Carter died a year ago. Andrew Carter was forced to retire from being a residing judge due to allegations of sexual misconduct in his chambers. He still holds a lot of clout given that he managed to get Mel and James released from prison,” responded Luke.
“We need to get him in for questioning. Garcia, have you found anything yet?” Penelope shook her head.
“No, my liege. So far, the APB has come up empty on the van I found on the security cameras leaving the hospital. Both Mel's and James’ financial records are clean. Neither of them have made any transactions in months.”
“What about Andrew?” asked Tara.
“He bought a house in Salem, Virginia two months ago.” Emily's phone sounded again. She flipped it over and opened the screen to reveal a message and two attached images.

You'd best get here fast if you want to see him alive.

The first image was horrifying. Spencer looked pale and sickly. His mouth was covered in layers of tape, and he was blindfolded. His wrists and ankles were black and purple with bruising. He had bandages on his chest. A tube had been taped into his nose. The wound on his leg was open, blood and pus oozing out of it and onto the dingy mattress. The second image was worse. It revealed the leg wound in great detail. The tiny fragments of bone floated in the pooling blood and infection. Emily passed the phone around the team.

Penelope found herself over the trash can, emptying the contents of her stomach. JJ was at her side holding her golden tresses back. Emily, though nauseated by what she had seen, straightened her shoulders and clenched her jaw.
“David, JJ, and Tara. You three will go to get Andrew Carter and bring him in for questioning. Matt, Luke and I will go to the house in Salem. If there's anywhere they'll be, it's there,” commanded Emily. Penelope shuffled back to her laptop.
“Addresses sent to your phones.  Bring our boy back,” hiccupped Penelope

22/04/2020 14:44 hours. An unidentified house in Salem, Virginia.

It was sheer agony that returned Spencer to consciousness. He attempted to wiggle his toes but found that they did not respond to his command. He chalked it up to the numbness from his bonds, so he attempted to move his foot. There was no response. The prospect terrified him. He knew that the bones were beyond repair, and there was a statistically high chance that his blood and nerve supplies were destroyed, too. He felt equally hot and cold, and nausea bubbled in his stomach. He knew that he was developing sepsis. If the team did not find him anytime soon, he was a dead man.

He lay as still as possible in the hope that it would assuage the pain. His inner elbows itched with the familiar cravings for Dilaudid. He hated himself for even thinking of it, but the bliss that followed a dose would have been infinitely better than what he was experiencing. The door creaked open, followed by two sets of footsteps. Spencer inwardly groaned. There was a foul stench of cigarette smoke cutting through the odour from his jnfected leg.
“The good doctor has finally graced us with his presence,” taunted James.
“So rude.” Spencer could almost hear the roll of Mel's eyes. “Jimbo. Put that cigarette out. It stinks.” James shrugged and pressed the burning end of the cigarette into the flesh of Spencer’s cheek. Spencer groaned and turned his face away. James unzipped his jeans and pulled his semi-hard penis out of his underwear. He stepped up to the side of the bed and began yanking at himself. It took no time for him to release over Spencer’s chest. The doctor wanted to vomit at the man's semen sticking to his skin and began to thrash in place. James jabbed the button on the remote in his pocket with his thumb. Spencer's spine contorted painfully, his entire body taut with the electricity surging through him.

Mel purred at the sight and grabbed James by his football shirt. She pressed him up to the wall and unfastened his jeans so that they pooled around his ankles. James lifted her up onto his hips and spun her around. Mel clamped her legs around his waist. Spencer turned his face to the side. For the first time in his life, he was grateful for the blindfold as he was forced to listen to the pleasured moans and slapping of flesh against flesh. He thought he had encountered the most depraved of society. He couldn't have been any more wrong. He desperately wanted a seizure to take over and remove him from the absurd situation, but apparently fate thought otherwise.