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WELCOME TO THE LAND DOWN UNDER - PROJECT ZEUS PART 1
A MEETING OF THE MINDS - PROJECT ZEUS PART 2
ON THE ROAD AGAIN - PROJECT ZEUS PART 3
PENETRATION IN TORONTO - PROJECT ZEUS PART 4
STRIKE WHILE THE STEEL IS HOT - PROJECT ZEUS PART 5
LONDON IN THE SHADE - PROJECT ZEUS PART 6
AGAINST THE ODDS - PROJECT ZEUS PART 7
DAMAGE CONTROL - PROJECT ZEUS PART 8
A NEW NORMAL - PROJECT ZEUS PART 9
FOR THE SAKE OF LOVE - PROJECT ZEUS PART 10

Australian Syndicate Base, Day 6, Morning

10:11 AgentDerekSteel: I was on top of the world today. Spending the night with Daniel had been fucking amazing. That big, beautiful bastard fit perfectly in my arms, and sleeping all tangled up with him was sweet as fuck. I carried my Glock with me today. Last night, before I went to bed, I’d almost forgotten about Heath. He and Nolan were still locked in the torture room they had been using to fuck over Jack. I’d sent a guard to let him out, but that fucking psycho was probably on the warpath today, looking for revenge. I wasn’t taking any chances. So I had my Glock and my taser ready. Maybe he’d finally give me an excuse to kill him. But that was probably wishful thinking. Anyways, now it was time to take my boy to his new cell. I open the door to his specially padded room, and walk over, nudging his half-naked body with my boot. He’s still wearing those grotty grey jeans, soaked in blood. They fucking smell. “Hey, boy. Get up. It’s time for your new digs.”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: That was a really tough night, my anger just swelled and swelled inside me like a water balloon about to fucking burst. I need to get out of here.. if they're not going to kill me, then I need to fucking get out of here. But if I heard something correctly yesterday, then I've been here for 2-and-a-half months.. if that isn't evidence that nobody from the CSIS is coming for me then I don't know what the hell is. Maybe I'm presumed dead, maybe they don't care. I'll get out of here or I'll die trying, and if I succeed then I'm out. I'm done with this shit. I was up all night thinking of ways to get out, but the throbbing pain in my knees reminded me that I can't even fucking walk.. and that filled me with such a rage that I spent hours skipping between crying, screaming, roaring and even stunned silence.. I feel like I'm going fucking crazy in here. Just as I manage to calm myself down and find some sort of peace, I hear the door to my cell open. Are you fucking kidding me? There's a stab of fear in my heart as I wait for the crazy, cartoon-like voice of Heath singing to me.. but no, it's Derek. That fear turns to rage again and I clench my teeth. I have my back to him, I don't want to see his fucking face. "Fuck you.." I mutter, I don't want a new fucking cell, I don't want anything from him. I don't want a shower or new clothes, I'll stay right where I fucking am and I'll rot.

10:11 AgentDerekSteel: I grin wide as Jack greets me with a friendly fuck you. Ah, that’s the Jack I know and love. I had some time to reflect on the situation with Jack on my way to move him to his new cell this morning. He’s a tough bastard. He’s been here, what, two and half months? He’s spent two days with Heath… He has no fucking hope left, and yet he still has the spirit, the resistance left to get angry. Fuck me. I respect that. Yes I do. In his own way, Jack is strong. Stronger than his dad. Yes he is. Makes me stiff. Yes it does. I need to contemplate my long term plans with this boy. I reach down to my tactical belt, pull out my taser, and unload it in him, right in the neck. I calmly wait until the cartridge dissipates, then deftly pop out the spent cartridge and slot in a fresh one, and re holster my little zapper. I reach down as Jack is still twitching and drooling all over himself. “I’m not in the mood to fuck just now, sorry Jack, but hey, later on, after I’ve had my work out, I might well be. You could be the lucky one. Yes you could.” With a grin, I reach out and grab his cheek, tweaking it. Then, I heft his broken body up over my shoulder. Fuck, I’m gonna need to change my top later on. Those blood soaked jeans are fucking rank. I stride down the hall to his new cell. It’s smaller than the last one, but it’s more well appointed. I walk in, and throw Jack down.

10:11 AgentDerekSteel: His body slams into a soft mattress. It’s a built in bed, moulded into the wall. The mattress is a simple foam rubber affair, covered in thick fabric. There is a simple blanket and pillow folded on the end. Next to the bed, also built into the wall, is a simple, single drawer. I nudge it open with my foot, and inside there are a few plain white t-shirts and grey track shorts. There is nothing much else in the room, except off to one side, a small ensuite with a toilet, shower and sink. No mirror, no glass, and the shower, toilet, and sink are built into the wall, not easy to take apart or get at. I look down at Jack, “Well, here is your new digs. You can shower, you can wear clothes again. If you like, you might try drowning yourself using the shower, or possibly, stick your head in the toilet. Or… you might try living and nursing that rage. Either is good with me. You intrigue me boy. You are far tougher than you look. Tougher than your dad. I admit to a certain… curiosity about how you are going to handle this change of circumstances.”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I stare at the wall, waiting for Derek to do whatever the hell he has planned. I want to rip his fucking head off his shoulders, I want to slit his-- FUCK! He holds a fucking taser to my neck and my whole body twitches as my voice stutters in between screams, it's a fucking sharp pain all across my nerve endings and he holds it for ages.. eventually he releases the hold and I'm limp on the floor, drool spilling from my mouth as I moan and grunt. My body just went through hell, fuck me.. I'll never get used to being fucking electrocuted, I don't know how much more of it my heart can take. He lifts me over his shoulder and it fucking kills, every welt and wound on my body flaring up in agony.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: He takes me to my new hole, only a slight improvement over the last but I'm in too much pain to fully take it in. It has a bed, big whoop.. and he mentions a shower and a toilet? He's put me up in a fucking 5-star hotel here. Bastard. I half-listen to his words, not really giving a shit about what has to say to me. Drown myself? That's an option. Nurse this rage? For fucking what, Derek? Only to be tortured here for the rest of my short life? Piece of shit. Then he mentions my dad, a slight hint at how he suffered, and then I see red. I don't care how this ends, another unloading of the taser, choking on his cock, I don't give a shit. The pain feeds my rage, and the rage makes me want to fight. I muster all the strength I have in my body, more than he'll probably expect, because all of my rage travels through my foot as I kick out right into his fucking prized 'steel', heel-first. That, however, was a stupid fucking move because I just straightened my leg and FUCK MY LIFE MY SHATTERED KNEE WAS NOT READY. "AAARRGGHHH!! FUCK!" I clench my fists and punch the wall, breathing through the pain in my knee. I'd like to say it was worth it, but I'm not so sure it was.. this fucking kills!

10:11 AgentDerekSteel: I stand there, with a curious expression colouring my scruffy, darkly handsome features, leaning against the wall beside his bed. Suddenly, shockingly, his leg shoots out and nails me in my bollocks. My eyes go wide as dinner plates, and I double up slightly. The blow is surprisingly powerful, and I spend a moment or two collecting myself, keeping the contents of my stomach where it belongs. I feel a surge of rage. I master the agony, then stand up. I walk towards the door, speaking in a sharp, hard voice, full of sarcasm and sadistic rage. “Nice going Jack. I can see you still have some fight in you. How quickly you seem to forget yesterday when you were begging me to save you from Heath. If that’s your version of gratitude, I think maybe Heath will have to teach you some more manners.” That little fucking waste of space goes and begs like a bitch for me to save him, then turns around and kicks me in the bollocks? I’m seeing red, feeling a depth of rage and savagery that I don’t quite understand. But… what did I expect? The broken little bastard tugged at my heartstrings some yesterday with his mewling and begging for mercy. Time to put a stop to that right away. Not gonna end up like Ivan. Let Heath deal with the bastard while I get my head sorted out. I guess I should find Heath and give him the good news. With one hand on my Glock. I slam the door on him, locking him in his new cell, then go search for Heath.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: My knee still screams at me as the shattered bones grind against each other.. I don’t know how or when these will fucking heal but it needs to happen fast. I wait for a new ocean of pain to wash over my body, fully expecting Derek to punish me for that.. But to my absolute surprise he walks towards the door. I listen to his words, noting how he brings up my begging.. Oh, fuck.. That’s humiliating. I begged him, didn’t I? I broke down completely as soon as he walked into that room and treated him like some sort of saint.. My emotions completely got the better of me, I was completely fuelled by fear. But then I hear the word gratitude and if I wasn’t in so much agony I’d be crying with laughter. Gratitude!? Thank you so much, Derek, for providing me with a fucking toilet, the biggest of my concerns.. But then, Heath returns to the fold. I kicked Derek in his fucking nuts, and now I shall suffer at Heath’s hands once again.. Fuck.. Jack, you fucking idiot.. Why did I let the rage get the better of me? He turns and leaves, and now all I’m feeling is regret. I need to get out of this hell.. I dwell on it for a few moments, then catch a whiff of myself and remember the last time I had a shower, it was freezing cold and Heath forced himself on me. Maybe, with aboslutely no gratitude to fucking Derek, I could take a shower..

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I gently roll to the edge of the bed and sit on the edge, resting my feet against the floor. “Come on.. Come on..” I psyche myself up, placing my palms against the bed as I gently lift myself up. Oh fucking hell.. My knees flare up as I push my weight through them, my legs trembling and my groans catching in my throat as I try desperately to fight through the pain. I struggle to a standing position, ready to collapse back onto the bed if I need to. “MMMHHMMMFFF!” my entire face is scrunched so much as I push my body to it’s limit. I’m up.. I’m panting and sweating from the effort. Ok.. breathe a bit, fight through the pain.. Fuck.. I need to get these bandages off, they’re all twisted and stained now anyway. I unwrap them from my body and throw them to the side, then realise I still have my jeans on. Fuck’s sake, that would have been easier to do on the bed, but I’m up now.. and I’m doing this. I take one step towards the bathroom. FUCK! There’s nothing to hold on to and the pain nearly makes me fall straight to the floor.. “OOOHHH!” I keep my balance and force myself to take another step. I nearly go down again, and on the third step it happens. I crash to the floor and roar in frustration, a familiar sound I’m growing to get sick of. Sick to death of feeling like this, of hating everyone and everything. I’m not a hateful person, but this fucking place has turned me into a monster.. A monster like them.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I have no choice. I remove my jeans as I lay on the floor and strip naked, throwing my clothes over to the bandages. I have to crawl to the shower like a fucking dog who had it’s back legs run over by a truck. Fucking. Humiliating. So degrading that I find myself getting tearful over.. Jeff.. No, don’t take your mind there. Don’t kick yourself when you’re down like you always have done. Fight. Crawl. Shower. I fight through and get myself into the bathroom, turning the shower on and waiting for it to go warm.. It only goes lukewarm and I curse the place again. I shower myself off, stinging my wounds but feeling somewhat refreshed. I drink the water, too.. I’ve been so dehydrated for so long, I drink gallons of the water as it cascades down onto me. I spend the next 30 minutes or so washing myself off, realising there’s no fucking towel because why would there be in this absolute shithole, and throwing on a plain white t-shirt and grey track shorts. I feel human, for the first time in so fucking long.. Then I climb up onto the bed, and drift off into a blissful sleep.

11:11 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: All fucking night. I’m going to rip his heart out of his arse and shove it down his pathetic, British throat and watch the light leave his eyes. I’m going to fucking rip his pole off and feed it to a gator right in front of him. Fucking piece of shit princess.. FUCK! After trashing the room I sat opposite the door, slowly calming my rage and sleeping in that position for a few hours. I woke up with a simmering hatred deep in my gut, and now here I am.. Waiting patiently, ready to bring my rage to the surface as soon as that fucker shows his face. Suddenly, somebody approaches the door and I stand in an instant. The door opens and it’s a kid.. Too cowardly to come and face me himself was he? The kid starts to speak but I grab the back of his head and ram him face-first with maximum velocity straight into the metal doorframe. I probably did it too hard and the poor kid’s dead or brain-damaged but I don’t care and I don’t check. It felt good and I’m only just getting started. “NOLAN!” I order him to tail behind, marching through the corridors. I grab another guard by the shoulders and pin him hard against the wall. “Where the fuck is that cunt Derek Steel?” I ask, spitting as I talk through clenched teeth. I’m on the fucking warpath, and nothing will stop me.

10:55 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: I woke up in the middle of the night with a chain draped around my throat and a pounding headache, like I got headbutted by a rhino. I removed the chain and slowly sat up, noticing Uncle Heath sleeping across from the door in the shadows. I realised we were still locked in here. I sighed and buckled down for a sleep, knowing there was nothing else to do and I had no further orders. Now morning is here, and the sound of the door opening wakes me up. I stand and stretch, but Uncle Heath is already springing into action. He brutally smashes some guy’s face into the door frame and yells for me to follow him. I do as I command and slip in after him, taking note of the guard’s smashed-in face with his nose hanging off and blood spreading across the corridor. I feel scared.. Uncle Heath doesn’t handle his anger well, and last night was one of the many, many times I’d suffered as a result. I hope for my own sake he finds and kills Derek, otherwise it’s a painful day in store for me.

10:11 AgentDerekSteel: I’m striding down the corridor, having left Jack in his cell, feeling that confused sense of rage. Seeing Jack vulnerable…. Well, it fucking mixed me up. I don’t need that right now. Let Heath deal with him. Then, suddenly, I hear a friendly voice around the corner, spitting and snarling with his usual charm. Fuck, well, that’s Heath. And the way he’s asking my guard where I am, he’s on the warpath. WELL FUCK. Suddenly, my rage boils over flashing from hot to ice cold in a second. I slide out my glock, wait then, every sense goes into hyper-awareness. That psycho fucker Heath needed to realize what was what around here. I didn’t take too kindly to him fucking with my guards. I dart around the corner of the corridor, sliding right up behind Heath ghost like, my glock up against the back of his head, the safety off. His little puppet is right with him, looking fairly battered and savaged. I speak up, going back to my roots, my English hard-man accent coming through. “All right mate, you want the good news? Or you want the bad news? Or if you want to be dead, keep your hands on my guard.”

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: The poor little anklebiter is terrified, he knows I'll snap his neck if he doesn't tell me what I want right fucking now. Then, as if on cue, I feel the barrel of his prized Glock press against the back of my head. I almost smirk, thinking of all the things I'll do to him for this. I release the child, let him slink away, then turn slowly and with determination to Derek and push my forehead against the barrel of his gun. My eyes dig into his, looking into his soul with a fiery rage. "Fucking do it you cowardly piece of shit!" I push my head against it so hard it cuts into my flesh, but I don't give a shit. "I don't want any fucking news, I just want to see your fucking insides. But look at you.." I smile through my rage. "Hiding behind a gun like the coward you are.. why don't you put that away and fight me like a man? Or do you know as well as I do that you'll end up with all your bones broken and my cock so far up your fucking arse you'll see it poking out your fucking mouth?" Come on, Derek. Take the fucking challenge. He won't kill a Syndicate operative and risk never getting his precious contracts coming through, so I just glare, my chest heaving with anger, my fists clenched. "COME ON!!" I scream at him after a beat of silence.

10:11 AgentDerekSteel: Whatever else Heath might be, he sure as hell ain’t a fucking coward. Of course, being a coward always requires a brain larger than the size of pea. My face breaks into a sudden grin. This is the fucking ticket. A nice little scuffle to warm my blood, to clear away all my fucking confusion over Jack. I ought to just kill Heath. I really should just fucking pull the goddamned trigger. But it would be such a mess to explain everything to the Syndicate. Heath isn’t one of my mercenaries. So… second best outcome… beating this fucking psycho with my fists until I feel better. “All right Heath, you want me to beat you fucking senseless? Well, I’ll admit that would be far more satisfying that putting a bullet through your brains. I mean, fuck, your brain is so goddamn small all I’d likely do is put a hole in your head.” I holster my Glock in one smooth movement with one hand, reach out and grab Heath’s collar with my other while I raise my knee to drill this fucking bastard right in the guts.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: Princess Derek's words ricochet off me, they're as weak and pathetic as the man who speaks them. I throw myself into the fight as soon as the gun starts being holstered, throwing my hands around the back of his head and slamming my forehead to his in a vicious headbutt. It connects with a delicious CRUNCH just as his knee sinks feel into my gut, winding me but I refuse to slow down. The fight is fucking on, and this British punk is going to beg like little Jackal in a few moments time. Oh yes he fucking will. I push against Derek, aiming to slam him against the wall but our strength is so easily matched that we're basically just two bucks butting heads. I remove my left hand and clench it into a tight fist, sending it straight at his fucking ugly British face as I hold his head steady with my right hand. I'm not stopping until this fucker is bleeding all over the corridor, and I'll force him to lap it all up like a fucking animal. I roar as my first flies straight at him.

10:11 AgentDerekSteel: Heath is a big muscled fucker. If he weren’t such a freaking nutjob, he’d actually be more fun to scuffle with. Still, a fight is a fight. Gets the blood pumping and the juices flowing. Puts you in the current moment and makes you focus on what matters. It’s like zen, except for fighters instead of monks. Works for me. And Heath has got some speed and some fucking skill. His noggin smashes into my forehead at the same time my knee sinks into his heavy, muscled gut. OOOOOOOOOOFFFfff. Seeing a few stars, won’t lie. He shoves me backwards, and I stumble slamming into the wall, still dazed. But not so dazed as to let this fucker pound hell outta me. My right hand darts up, and blocks his incoming left, deflecting it off the thick muscle of my forearm. I reach out with my right foot, sweeping it behind his ankle, and with a roar, shove off the wall, looking to make the fucking psycho trip over my foot. I sweep my left up and out, to knock his arm away from the back of my head. I glance over briefly, scanning my environment as I always do to assess threats. I want to make sure that Heath’s beaten puppy dog doesn’t try to interfere.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I'm hyperaware of everything, I'm not letting this fucker get the better of me. He blocks my jabs, but as he does I grab his shirt by the chest. I can read him like a book, and sure enough he trips me backwards, but I've got that fucker held tight. My weigh hangs from his shirt, starting to rip the material, but I hook my right leg around the outside of his thigh as I go down. He's fucking coming down with me, I'll make damn sure of it. If he does, I'll throw my right fist up as soon as my back hits the ground and slam it into his fucking pathetic face. I'm after blood and I'll fucking get it.

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: I know better than to get involved in this, I've not received any orders from Uncle Heath to do so. Even if Derek gets the upper hand and starts beating the life out of him, I must do nothing. I just side-step out of the way whenever they get close, half-watching and half-not. There's a small part of me that wants Derek to win.. Uncle Heath is too rough with me, hurting me every night and treating me like the shit I am. Derek showed respect to me in Toronto.. I can't think things like this. Uncle Heath is my master, and he reminds me of it all the time.. I'm on his side, and I will forever be on his side. I don't know what that momentary lapse was, it was wrong and he needs to beat it out of me. Fucking idiot, Nolan.

10:11 AgentDerekSteel: Heath goes down all right, but the bastard is clever and vicious, grabbing my shirt, hooking my left thigh even as my right boot hooks under his left thigh. I don’t try to fight, it’s the general direction I wanted to fall anyways. I’m pretty pissed though, about the rip in my shirt. This particular black muscle-hugger is one of my favorites. As I tumble down, I drive my right leg up, and extend my knee right in front of me. All that fucking idiot manages to do, besides ripping the front of my shirt, is getting my 220 pounds of hard, hairy, mercenary muscle stabbing into his Aussie abs like a thunderbolt as my knee sinks in deep. He flings his fist up, but my knee acts like landing gear, keeping my scruffy good looks well clear of his fist. I’m gonna fucking beat this bearded piece of Australian psychotic muscle senseless.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: We go down but all of his fucking solid weight falls into his knee as it pummels into my abs. “UUNNFF!” I grunt as all the wind drives out of me. Fuck me that was rough, and I’ve got a pretty solid core.. How the fuck does Jackal take it!? I bring my arms up into a defensive position, knowing what’s coming next. I block his shower of fists, taking jabs at his body whenever there is an opening. I can’t reach his fucking face, I can’t smash it in the way I so desperately want to. As he pounds down onto me, I struggle and squirm with all my strength, trying to throw him off balance. It’s a good job we’re so easily matched, because for many of Derek’s enemies that would have been the end. But not me, oh no.. Derek’s bitten off more than he can chew here. With one final heave I launch us sharply to the left and slam my right elbow with brutal force straight into his right thigh, trying to fling him off.

10:11 AgentDerekSteel: My knee drills in sweet and straight, gonna teach this psycho fucker exactly why you don’t fuck with Derek Steel. Looking to smash the bastard to follow up on him while he’s sucking wind, but the Aussie nutjob knows how to fight, blocking my fists, keeping me off balance. I’m shifting my weight to spear my knee in deeper, when he slams his elbow into my right thigh, aches like a mother fucker, that’s gonna leave a bruise, toppling me down on my left side while I’m off balance. My eyes flash, as I turn my topple into a shoulder roll, creating some space, then springing back up to my feet. Fuck yes, this is what I needed. I lash out with my boot, snapping my foot up in a brutal kick, looking to bash his head in while he’s trying to get back up to his feet.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: He rolls away from me and I have to get back on my feet, back into this fight properly. These corridors are going to be painted red with his blood. As I get to my knees he charges at me, this fucker is quick, but I see that giant boot flying. I fall onto my back quickly, letting his boot hit nothing but air, then I kick out with my own foot and charge it straight at his fucking bollocks, then roll to my left and get to my feet quickly. I could charge him right fucking now, but I don’t.. I rest against the wall and catch my breath, letting out a quick chuckle. “Surprised I managed to even hit a target that fucking small.. You piece of shit..” I wipe my smile off then, focusing on the fight. I wait for Derek to face me again.

10:11 AgentDerekSteel: Like some kind of fucking Aussie limbo dancer, he leans back out of the path of my boot, and kicks me right in my bollocks. FUCK ME… I dance backwards on survival auto pilot, as my balls are doing their best to tell my stomach to empty my breakfast. I FUCKING HATE getting smashed in my balls. I resist the urge to double up and grab my nuts, that’s not a survival strategy in a fight like this, and I won’t give that smug, psychotic nut job the satisfaction. I pull my shit together, eyes watering as he mouths off like a fucking teenager. I charge back in, not letting him get anywhere near as much time to recover as he probably he’d have. No stranger to getting nutted. No I’m not. You fight through the pain, or you end up dead. Heaving, starting to sweat, my hard, hairy chest poking through the big rip in my shirt, I raise my fists and pop off a series of jabs towards his ugly mug, but that’s just to keep in focused on protecting his noggin, so I can sneak my knee right up to spear him in those Aussie abs, which are, if I’m honest, well-conditioned and hard as a rock, but not nearly as hard after taking my knee drop. Maybe when I’m done with this bastard, I’ll fuck his brains out. He’s got the muscle… and maybe a good fuck is what he needs to learn his place.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: Fuck me, the piece of shit throws himself back into the fight quicker than I can prepare for, and suddenly he’s on me. He charges me and pushes me against the wall, littering my face with jabs. I protect myself with my forearms but some of them get through, then the clever little princess manages to sink a knee into my abs and that’s it for me. That’s one too many times that Derek Steel had the fucking nerve to try and take me down. I grunt from the blow, but now I’m seeing red again. I start to double over but a new strength finds its way into my body, and I’m done playing around. I shove Derek hard, pushing him back and giving me some breathing room. Then, I launch my attack. It’s aggressive and brutal, but I throw my fists right at his fucking face, taking the fight to a new level. I swoop low for some body blows, really getting a sweat on now as I give it my all. I roar in anger as I fling myself at him.. Princess Derek is going in the ground today.

10:11 AgentDerekSteel: I nail his core once again, doubling down on the damage. I’ll fucking break this bastard, no matter what it takes. Have had ENOUGH of his bullshit. He goes full nutjob psycho on me now, shoving me hard, my feet shuffling fast, my combat training kicking in on pure instinct to keep my balance and my guard. He comes at me like a wild man, driving fists in hard at my face, my guard in tight, blocking those blows, then he drives in some body shots, FUCKKKKKKkk… Getting some grunts outta me. My abs are flexed, hard as steel, but that steel is starting to dent. Then, I see the opening…. He’s driven by psychotic rage… and then he throws himself at me. This is my fucking chance… With a grunt, I smoothly twist out of the way of his lunge, like a Spanish Matador fighting a raging bull. Fast as lighting I seize his wrist, and with a twist and a surge of hard, hairy, mercenary muscle, I snap his arm down over my shoulder and judo toss this fucking nutjob halfway across the hall, into the wall.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I can barely see what’s happening through this veil of rage blurring my vision. I just want blood and pain, and my fists search desperately for it. I land a few blows but this fucker is good, much as I hate to admit, and suddenly I’m tossed like a ragdoll over his shoulder and into the wall. I slump to the floor and roar in absolute mad anger. I’m starting to realise how this dance is going to end.. We’re both too evenly matched, and it’s going to be a case of being too tired to continue. Fucking boring. I groan as I lift myself back to my knees, cursing Derek as I do. I bring myself to my feet and wait for his attack, ready to block and dodge, counter and destroy. I’ve still got energy to burn off and he still has blood in his veins that’s desperate to come out.

10:11 AgentDerekSteel: I move in, focused like a laser, my eyes are flashing like daggers. Time to fucking finish this raging maniac. I’m on top of him as he starts to rise to his feet. He wants to fucking go for my bollocks? Let me show him how it’s done. My right hand flashes out, seizing his collar, as my knee smashes up, driving his crown jewels right up into his pubic bone.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: For fuck’s sake this guy is relentless, and it’s time to fucking take him down. I barely get to my feet before he reappears in front of me. As I rise, I take my right fist and launch a giant uppercut to his fucking bollocks and.. FUCK!! As my fist drives into him, his knee smashes into my crotch. “OOOHHHH!” I grunt, pissed as hell that we both had the same idea. I nearly go down to my knees again, but no.. I’m not letting him win this fucking brawl. My nuts are on fire and I could squeak like a mouse right now, but I place my hands around the back of his neck to hold myself up. Whilst I’m here, I might as well.. I throw my forehead into his and nearly crack my own skull in the process. I shove him off me and fall against the wall, holding my balls whilst coughing and grunting. That was rough.. Fuck..

10:11 AgentDerekSteel: FUCK ME… Suddenly, his arms snap up around the back of my neck, and I’m seeing stars. He threw that headbutt like a lighting bolt out of a clear blue sky when the bastard should have been on his knees puking out his guts. I stagger back, seeing some stars. He’s got one fucking thick skull. I shake my head out, as drums and hammers are smashing through my head, then with a roar, throw myself back at this fucker, coming right in at him, sweeping my right leg out to knock his fucking feet out from under him, dropping on top of him, driving my fist down into his ugly bearded Aussie mug.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: He takes me down to the floor and slams his fist right into my jaw. I’m dazed for a brief moment, but then I feel something wonderful inside my mouth. I smile at him for a moment, then spit thick blood up right into his fucking eyes. I grab the left side of his face with my right hand and pound my left fist into his fucking face in return.

10:11 AgentDerekSteel: I smash my fist into this fucking bastard’s face, feels better than sex, and I feel something crunch beneath the impact. FUCK YES. I’m about to repeat it when suddenly a gob of bloody spit flies up into my eyes. I rear back, wiping away that psycho’s blood. Whatever he’s got, might be catching. Then, on the back of that, I suddenly feel a massive left smash into my face while I’m blinded, knocking me off him. I taste the iron, hot taste of my own blood. I shake my head out, pull my leg in, and kick him hard right in his fucking left side, going right for the short ribs.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: The kick lands and pummels into my ribs, but before he can move it away I seize his ankle with my right hand and his thigh with my left, using all my strength to wrestle him down to the ground. This fucking fight should have been over by now, we’re not getting anywhere. If I take him down, I’ll mount him like the little bitch he is and punch his lights out for good.

10:11 AgentDerekSteel: That fucking bastard offspring of a kangaroo seizes my ankle and thigh and yanks me down, scrambling to get on top of me. FUCK… I’m breathing heavy and hard, going toe to toe with this nutjob. I pull my legs in and plant my boots on his hips as he comes in hot to get on top of me. Like a catapult, I launch him across the fucking hall, and scramble back to my feet, fists raised, but feeling more settled, more calm, like the aggression has worked through me, and I don’t feel quite as fucked up as I did after speaking to Jack. Did I mention how much I needed this fight? My shirt is torn, I’m bleeding out of my mouth, my balls are aching, and I’m covered in sweat. I look over at the heap of Australian muscle. Heath is a tough son of a bitch, I give him that.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I fly backwards through the hall and my back crashes to the ground. Fuck me.. This is brutal, and fucking endless.. I scramble to my feet and spit out some blood. I glare at Derek across the room, heaving from exhaustion as I try and collect my words. “As much.. As it pains me to admit.. I don’t think we’re fucking getting anywhere..” I wipe sweat from my forehead and glare at him, boring into his eyes. I point at him. “But you mark my fucking words, Steel.. You lock me in a room, or fuck with me ever again.. I’ll finish off your sweet Daniel right in front of you and his screams will haunt you for the rest of your pathetic fucking life..”

10:11 AgentDerekSteel: Heath staggers to his feet, dripping his shitty blood on the carpets. We are both heaving with near exhaustion. He opens his bleeding pie hole and what he says next… I have to do a double take… yeah, that’s what he said. I fall back against the wall, collapsing in laughter… Finally, I get control of myself, and wiping my eyes, I grin at Heath, “Mate, I would love to see you try and lay a hand on Daniel. He can take care of himself, believe me. He beat the fuck out of James Mason. You’d just be a light snack for him. I would love to see you try and pull your psycho shit on him.” I chuckle again, then, I toss him a ring, with two keys. “There, a small gift for you. Not cause you deserve one, you fucking nutjob, but because you are the best at what you do. One key is for Jack’s new cell. The other is for that canadian action hero, the JTF-2 Commando, Sébastien Côté. And.. thanks for the fight, I needed that. Just, don’t kill them, okay?” I turn and walk away, still chuckling to myself at the image of Heath trying to pull his shit on Daniel. May I live to see the day… Oh please god.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I couldn’t take on Daniel, huh? And you’re saying James Mason is one above me, huh? I spit again, then suddenly keys fly across the hallways at me. I catch them with a frown. I have the pleasure of spending time with Jack again, do I? And to what gorgeous new apartment has he been moved into? What’s more.. A new toy? Sébastien Côté, hmm… he will do nicely. I smirk at Derek and nod. “It would be my pleasure, princess.. NOLAN!” I turn on a dime and grab him by the shirt. “You useless piece of shit, go!” I push him towards the living quarters. I need a stiff drink and a little release.. That fight was something sexy, and Nolan is about to get a live re-enactment.. This time with my cock involved.

===LATER THAT EVENING===

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: Well, I think it’s about time I pay our lovely little Jackal a visit, check out his new digs. He’s had a full day to settle in after my fight with Derek this morning, so let’s go see what he’s been treated to. We have a few different types of accommodation at our disposal, I just hope Derek didn’t fucking spoil the brat to the fucking Ritz. So I go for the rooms that I think make the most sense, Nolan in close pursuit as always, and sure enough I see a little sleeping Jack through the window on the door. An ensuite with a fucking shower and an actual bed? You’re moving up in the world, boy. I unlock the cell and step inside, stretching wide and twisting my head. “Mornin’, boy!” I yawn, knowing full well it’s early evening but this little lazy shit has slept in!

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I dream of being back in the academy. A young, determined man fighting to prove myself in a class of Gods. In reality, the academy was hell on earth for me.. But in this dream, I was on top. I was a true Young song, top of my class, badass on the mats.. I felt victorious, I felt GOOD.. but then a tired voice awakens me from my slumber. I open my eyes gently and I’m back in hell, but I can tell instantly that I had an amazing sleep. It would appear that I’m being blessed with Heath’s presence, and I feel a tight, icy sensation consume my heart. I don’t acknowledge him, I just stare at the wall as I climb out of my sleepy state.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I approach him and stand over his body, placing my hand on his shoulder as I reach down and plant a kiss on his cheek. “I said good morning, Jack..” I glance at Nolan. “There’s somebody here I want you to meet, somebody you’re going to become very well-acquainted with..” I see my first opportunity for a mind-game. “Let’s see, he has.. Brown hair, a beard.. He’s handsome.. Hmm.. don’t you want to look?”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I try and let his words roll off me like water off a duck’s back, but the painful sensation around my heart triples in intensity as he describes the person he’s with. No.. Jeff isn’t alive and he hasn’t been captured. Many of men have brown hair and a beard, he’s fucking with me. My heart starts racing though.. This is the exact kind of thing Heath would do. He’d dangle Jeff in front of me on a fucking pendulum, I can’t resist.. My heart has to know. I look up and see some fucking kid, then instantly drop my head back down to the bed. Fuck.. I let him win that round. My heart instantly relaxes, but then my mind confuses itself. Part of me is crushingly disappointed that it isn’t Jeff.. like I wanted to see him beaten up and captured by Heath. I hate myself for thinking it, but at least I’d have gotten to see him again.. At least I’d have known he was alive. But then, do I feel glad that he’s dead? That he doesn’t have to suffer at Heath’s hands the way I have? My heart couldn’t take that, and it certainly can’t take this vicious swirling of thoughts going around in my mind. Toying with the idea of Jeff being alive or dead.. And which one I prefer.. It’s a torture in itself, and within the space of 10 seconds, Heath has done this to me. He’s fucking good, and I fucking hate him.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: He looks! I burst out into laughter, knowing he would but still.. The sheer fucking delight! He thought I’d brought Jeff along for a little play. Not today, Jack.. but someday. I stroke his head, then grab his shoulders and hoist him upright, making him sit upright in bed. “Now don’t be rude, Jack. I want you to meet my friend.. This is Nolan, he does everything I tell him to without question. I guess you could say I’ve.. condition him that way. Now, Nolan.. Say hello to Jack and tell him you’re pleased to meet him!”

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: Apparently it’s time for me to meet this famous Jack Young that Uncle Heath keeps talking about. He’s given me all the information I need to know. He is the son of Trent Young, the man who sabotaged his and Derek’s multi-million smuggling operation, and the lover of Jeff Rogers, who aided Trent. It confirms to me my mistake last night and why Heath jumped on me, and it also confirms to me that Jack is fucked. He is attached to both of the men that put Uncle Heath in prison for so long, and it’s my job to inflict maximum suffering. But here I am, having to greet him with a smile at Uncle Heath’s command. I know what will happen if I ever disobey him, so I smile and say “Hello, Jack.. It is good to meet you..”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I just want to roll over and go back to sleep, pretend this is a dream. Heath’s mocking laughter is the most annoying sound in the world, and it makes me want to rip his throat out. As soon as I settle back down, he manhandles me up to a sitting position and it hurts like hell, all of my bruises and wounds flare up again. Fucking asshole.. Sadistic prick.. I’m going to kill him. Then I catch sight of Nolan and he almost takes my breath away.. Holy shit.. No.. I know this kid, and the name only confirms it. This kid was all over social media, he went missing two years ago and has been presumed dead.. I guess I just presumed it too, but here he is with Heath and I’m so fucking confused.. But then Heath mentions conditioning and my heart sinks. Poor fucking kid.. What the hell have they done to him to make him perform on command? He greets me just as instructed and I turn to Heath, anger flooding my heart. “You fucking monster..”

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I nod at Nolan, reinforcing that he’s done a good job and exactly as I commanded. These little cues are important, it keeps him in check. When I don’t nod, he gets scared. And when he gets scared, he performs even fucking better just to please me.. And save himself a rough night of inexplicable pain. My favourite toy. Jack spits his words at me and I smile so wide it hurts my cheeks. “Oh, sweetheart..” I lean in and whisper in his ear. “You have no fucking idea!” My voice then turns to a shout, still centimetres from Jack’s ear. “NOLAN! Stand him..”

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: He called Uncle Heath a monster, and I didn’t like it. Not one bit. My name is shouted with such volume, it startles me every time and makes my heart race. I act immediately, going over to Jack and grabbing him by the shirt and hoisting him out of bed, quickly putting my hands under his armpits to hold him up in front of me.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: The word ‘stand’ feels like a bullet to the fucking chest. “No, I can’t stand..” Nolan approaches me. “I can’t fucking stand, FUCK! GET OFF!” I thrash out at Nolan, but he drags me to my feet and suddenly my legs are outstretched and carrying some of my weight as they rest against the floor. “FUUUUUCCKK!” my knees are still absolutely shot, and certainly not ready for this. It’s not Nolan’s fault, it’s not his fault.. And then I have a lightbulb moment. A sweet, beautiful idea.. Oh fuck.. Nolan is my key out of this place. He’s my fucking key to freedom.. I piece it all together in my mind quickly, kicking into my trained instincts and developing a plan quicker than the speed of light. I’ve got it, and I’m going to fucking do it. Brainwashed subjects are always unstable, they always have weaknesses.. And I will prey on Nolan’s mind to get out of here, and that requires alone time with him. As I scream in pain, I scan the room.. I need a plan.. Jack’s done fucking about.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: Jack screams about how he can’t stand, and when Nolan lifts him I realise just how much I’ve missed my little Jackal. “Ooooh, Jack.. what a beautiful sound!” I place my hands on his cheeks and kiss his forehead. “Fucking wonderful! Over here..” I gesture to Nolan, who takes Jack over by the door and places him against the wall. “Jack, we’re going to talk about love..” I step over to him and place my hands against his body, watching his face scrunch up in pain as I press on some pretty nasty wounds he’s got hiding under that shirt. “I want to know exactly why you had feelings towards Jeff fucking Rogers.. What did you see in him?”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Nolan drags me over towards the door and my plan is already coming into fruition. Now I just need an opening, a moment in conversation to deliver a powerful blow. I bide my time, groaning through the pain they both inflict upon me. I’ll take it.. The knees, my abs.. Anything and everything.. I’m focused as hell and now they’re playing my game. Love? Jeff? He’s trying to get in my head again. I squirm, but there’s no escaping this. If he wants to talk, then we’ll fucking talk. I fight through the pain and I talk to Heath, refusing to be his suffering victim. “What did I see? Somebody that’s perfect.. In every fucking sense of the word..”

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I stand close to Jack, my face a mere inch away from his. “Mmmmm, yeah? Was he everything you always wanted? Was he the dad you missed for so long? The brother you never had?” I’m getting off on this big time, penetrating into his mind and making him feel like absolute shit.. Yes, Jack.. I want your tears today, not your blood. There’s something different about him today.. Gone is the broken, quivering and pathetic little child who begged Derek for mercy.. In his place is this true agent. A man fighting hard to keep face, refusing to break.. I didn’t know he had it in him, and I don’t know where it’s come from.. But I’m over the fucking moon to see it happen.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: He tries again, sinking deeper this time. I’ve tried so hard not to think of Jeff, but all I’ve been able to do all this time is fucking think about Jeff. For years I was in love with him, and finally we had one amazing night together.. All my dreams came true, I’d never felt so fucking happy.. And then he died, and I ended up here. My once chance at happiness in this fucking world and it was taken away from me. I feel myself getting angry now, not sad like he wants.. I’m clenching my teeth and my heart is swelling in my chest. Stay focused, stay strong.. I need to pull this off. I speak without emotion, suppressing it as best as I can. “He was everything and more, and ten thousand-times the man you’ll ever be..” I know instantly that it was a mistake, but I’m so fuelled right now that I needed to say it.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I watch the play of emotions on his face, and it never fails to satisfy me. I see the flash of pain, sorrow and rage.. I see it all.. Each one is delicious in it’s own right. Then he has the fucking nerve to give me some sass and I burst out laughing in his face. The words are pathetic, but the notion behind them.. Fucking wonderful. Of course, I won’t let it go unpunished. “Nolan, 10 each I think..” he knows exactly what I mean. As Jack rests against the wall, we each take a hand and hold it out to the side, pinning them against the wall with one hand. With our free fists we alternate pounding into his fucking abs, taking our time and sinking them deep. Jack answers back, he receives pain. That’s all there is. As I enjoy destroying his body once more, I give him my retort. “Jeff Rogers and your father got fucking lucky, boy.. It wasn’t skill.. It wasn’t a reflection on their fucking superiority.. It was blind, fucking luck!” We finish 10 brutal punches each and release his hands.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Yep, big fucking mistake. My punishment is long and hard as both my hands are lifted and pinned to my sides, then Heath and Nolan take turns pounding into my already bruised and battered abs. Eurgh, fuck! “OOOHH!” I close my eyes and squint hard, taking the pain as it comes. I grunt and squirm, the fast and calculated fists of Nolan are almost a match to the brutal force of Heath’s. I jolt with each blow, unable to double over.. Just pinned in place and made to suffer. Fuck.. FUCK.. was it worth it, was it really worth it? I remember why I’m here. I chose to be here.. Because the only other option was for Jeff to be here instead. Never in a million years would I let that happen.. Derek gave me a choice and I chose with my heart. I’m here because I wanted to be. I’m here because I couldn’t live with knowing Jeff was here instead. I can’t say I didn’t ask for this, and if I was given the choice again.. Of course I would still be here. If I’d have known that Jeff was going to be killed moments later, then of course I wouldn’t.. But how was I to know Derek would be a cowardly snake and instantly go back on his word? All I can do now is fight in Jeff’s memory. If he’s watching, he’ll see that I’m sticking it to Heath for as long as I can. The final punches pound into my abs and my hands are released. I slump to my knees and cry out in agony as they impact the floor. Fuck.. this fucking hurts like hell.. I moan and hold my body at their feet.. So much fucking pain.. euuurggghh...

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I click my fingers at Nolan and gesture at him to get Jack up again, and he obeys, lifting him by the shirt and throwing him against the wall again. I hold Jack’s face in my hand and enjoy his suffering for a moment.. He’s hurting so much, so much pain in that little body of his.. Oooohhh fuck I want to be inside him again. Mmmm… but later.. I can’t resist that handsome fucking face though.. I place my mouth against his chin and start licking the entire length of it. Over his lips, nose, eyes and forehead.. “Oooooohh fuck yes, Jack..” I take his throat in my hand and squeeze as I move on to the next round. “Now tell me.. What did you call him? Jeff? Jeffy? Daddy if you’re into that shit? Honey? Babe? Come on Jackal.. Let me in on this little relationship of yours..” I’m almost at my final blow, I’m just building up to it now and watching him squirm..

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I don’t even have time to recover from the ab bashing before being hoisted up again.. FUCK! Why won’t this fucker just leave me alone, no beating is ever enough for him.. His slithers his vile fucking tongue across my face and places me in a choke. My hands grab at his wrist instinctively as he squeezes, cutting off some air. “MMnnggghhh--” I moan as he crushes my throat, squirming under his hold. What did I call Jeff? What a stupid fucking question.. But as I open my mouth to speak I again fall for his trick. He’s making me think about him in every way possible. Heath isn’t interested in exploring our relationship, he’s forcing me to face it instead.. Knowing it will destroy me inside. “I.. I called him ‘Sir’, because I respected th fuck out of him, and I always will..” I flinch, it hurt saying that.. ‘Sir..’ I could never, ever bring myself to say anything else. He was ‘Sir’ to me, and would always be, no matter where our relationship went. I would give anything to call him ‘Sir’ again.. Focus, Jack.. he’s getting inside..

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: ‘Sir’? Hmm.. kind of hot, it shows a different dynamic to their relationship than I was expecting. Almost like a Father/Son-type thing going on.. Jeff must have been incredibly protective over Jack.. oh fuck this must be absolutely ripping him to shreds. I wish I could have seen his fucking face when he saw that email.. Now that I know he survived the Toronto attack, I know for a fact he has seen it. I hope he cried, I hope he was fucking distraught watching his precious Jack suffer like that. Listening to him scream, seeing what I did to him.. I bet I could see that same pain on Jack’s face right now if I hit him in the right place. “Do you think he suffered in his final moments, Jack? Do you think he woke up with a giant piece of debris crushing him.. Crying for help, wondering why his beloved little Jack didn’t try and save him?”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I don’t know where this fucking interest is coming from, but I’m pretty sure it’s just so that I can suffer more.. I’m revisiting parts of our relationship I’ve tried to push away for my own sanity, to ease my own heartbreak.. I’ve never known love like I have with Jeff. Nobody has ever meant so much to me.. Heath knows what he’s fucking doing and he’s tearing me inside out with it. Then, he mentions Jeff suffering and I become consumed by this fucking surge of emotion. My guts churn, my heart implodes in my chest.. “No, no, no..” I close my eyes as they fill with tears and squirm away from Heath. I’m not listening to this, I’m not fucking.. Too late.. All I can picture is Jeff waking up inside this collapsed building, waiting for someone to help him. Waiting for me.. Did he suffer? Did he starve? Was every bone in his body broken from the explosion? Tears stream down my face then, but I’m filled with rage. “Fuck.. you.. Heath” I glare into his eyes, refusing to give him my true emotions. I could break down and coil up like a baby on the floor right fucking now.. But not in front of him.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I pick up on everything. He’s trying to hide it, but I can see how much I’m getting under his skin, poisoning his mind. “Oh, Jack.. thank you.. You’ve given me all that I need..” I look him over once more and release my hold on him, feeling confused. “Where did this fight come from, Jackal? You were a terrified little bitch last time we played.. Why aren’t you afraid now?”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I need this to be over now. It’s time to put the plan into action, and Heath provides me with the perfect stepping stone to do it. This is going to hurt.. Really fucking hurt.. But let’s do it. I take a breath and stare Heath cold in the eye. “Because I realised.. Who the fuck would be scared of a guy with a name like Heath?” Here we go, here we fucking go..

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I don’t know what answer I was expecting, but the words this Canadian piece of shit just uttered were certainly not it. I’m stunned, my mouth practically drops to the floor. The fuck did he just say to me? Red.. I’m seeing red again. Men end up dead when I see red. I throw my fist out with brutal force and smash it straight-on into his fucking face, then I launch forward and knee him hard in his battered gut. I grab his face with my hands and throw him back against the wall, uppercut his fucking jaw and back hand him down to the floor, finishing off with a soccerball kick to the gut for good measure. Breathe, Heath.. Breathe.. He’s allowed to get cocky now and then, it just makes it more fun to beat it out of him.. Breathe.. Suddenly I see Jack without eyes, a vision I’m sure will come true one day.. But not today.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: A fist collides with my face and I’m dazed, almost getting knocked out. A brutal knee to my gut then an uppercut to my jaw, spraying blood all over my new cell.. It’s fucking brutal, I really struck a nerve with Heath.. All part of the plan, I just need to get-- FUCK! He backhands me so hard that I fall to the floor, catching myself with my hands only to be kicked in the gut. “Euuuurgghh!!” I groan in agony, feeling helpless all of a sudden. FUCK! This wasn’t the plan.. I need to get to the door.. I roll onto my back and send my bare foot right into the pit of Heath’s balls, kicking as hard as I can and destroying my knee in the process. Fuck.. fuck.. I’m going to pay for that, but I can’t worry now.. I just have to crawl, get to the door. I sit with my back against the door and my head resting just under the handle and lock. Okay.. Heath is like a rhino, ready to stampede.. I just need to push one more button. I spit out blood and cough. “Heath is like, the unsexiest name I think I’ve ever heard. You might as well be called Simon or fucking Garfunkel..”

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I make the little shit suffer, oh yes I do.. My fists come fast and hard, and my kicks are devastating. I’ll fucking grind him into dust, I’ll-- “OOORRRGGGHH!” his fucking foot launches into my balls and that’s enough punishment in the land down under for today. Fuck me, my nuts are on FIRE! The fucking audacity of this little shit!! “I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, JACK!” That’s it, the rage has taken over. He’s going to learn what his fucking eyeballs taste like. I hold my crotch as I stand to my feet, and yet again he mouths off about my name. I can’t fucking believe what I’m hearing, and I instantly charge forward with maximum speed, sending out my boot to crush his fucking face into oblivion. He won’t be handsome anymore, not when I’m done with him. Say goodbye to your good looks, Jackal..

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: As predictable as he is terrifying, Heath takes the bait and launches himself at me. He’s pissed as hell, and this could all backfire even more painfully for me.. But I’m not a sitting duck anymore and I have to fucking try. Just before I lose my face to the sheer force of his boot, I fall to the side and hit the deck. His steel-capped heavy combat boot smashes with insane force into the locking mechanism of the cell door, and I hear a beautiful metal clang that confirms all I needed to know. I know exactly how Heath works, and I know what he’ll do about this situation.. I think..

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: My dick twitches in pain and anticipation as I fly towards Jack, my boot outstretched and ready to break every bone in his fucking head. But instead, it just collides with metal, and my leg gets completely fucked up in the process. Pain shoots along my shin and to my knee, and my ankle feels like it has crunched in on itself.. “FFUUUUCCCKKK!” I put it to the floor but end up toppling to the ground. I think I just busted my fucking anke. “NOLAN BEAT THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF HIM!”

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: I watched the whole show waiting for a command, but Uncle Heath had it under control. Jack was brave to say such things to him, but he’s paying the ultimate price.. Even I can’t believe the things he is saying to Uncle Heath. He is going to suffer a very long, painful death if he keeps going down this road.. Then Uncle Heath smashes into the door and goes down to the floor, commanding me to intervene. I do as I’m told and mount Jack where he lays, throwing fists into his face with as hard as I can without knocking him out. Uncle Heath will want him to feel this. Blood flies everywhere, but I notice Jack isn’t fighting back.. He just lets me pound into him. He reminds me of.. Well, me..

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I’m going to rip his fucking spine out of his back, break his fucking knees even more than they are. I’m going to twist his fucking arm ten times round you watch, you fucking watch. I bring myself up, balancing on my good foot as I watch Nolan pound into him. I limp forward to finish Jack off, but catch sight of the door.. And suddenly my rage drains away. The penny drops.. And I let out a small laugh. “Nolan.. Get off the fucker..” I clap my hands together in a round of applause as Jack coughs and splutters on the floor, beat to within an inch of his life. It was all a clever ruse, an escape attempt. “Bravo, Jack.. I fell hook, line and sinker for that fuckery. What was your plan, fucking walk out of here in the middle of the night?” I laugh, opening and closing the door to show how it doesn’t even close anymore.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I contemplate shoving Jack back in his old, dirty, empty cell.. But no. This is an opportunity. A game of sorts. I want to see him try. “I don’t know what your game is, Jackal.. But unfortunately I cottoned on a little too soon. Nolan.. Go grab a chair and a shotgun, you’ve been promoted to prison guard. You’ll sit outside this cell and make sure Jack isn’t up to anything stupid..” I limp over to Jack and stand over his broken, bleeding body as Nolan disappears. “I’m keeping you here, Jack, because I want to see you fucking try. Come on, give me a game.. Let’s see if you can pull it off with your broken fucking knees..” I jump and stomp with my good foot down onto his left knee, hopping off quickly and regaining my balance. I laugh at his spirit, and I have a new-found respect for him. This isn’t the kid I’ve been torturing up until now.. This is somebody I like much more.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Nolan pounds and pounds down into my face, but I don’t defend myself for two reasons. Firstly, there’s no fucking point.. I’m so exhausted and in too much pain to actually give it back, and secondly.. I can’t bring myself to hurt him. This kid has been fucked with so much that his brain is all scrambled, I know what he was like before this brainwashing and he was certainly not an aggressive man. He fought for peace and quality, and was hugely popular on social media because of it. This young man beating the living daylights out of me is not Nolan Dubois. Fuck his fists rain down on me with furiousity though.. Blood fills my mouth and sprays everywhere. I knew this fucking t-shirt wouldn’t stay white for very long. I start getting dazed, seeing stars shine against the ceiling.. Fuck.. he doesn’t stop.. He doesn’t-- suddenly, Heath appears behind him and commands him to get off. Thank fuck.. My face is on fire, covered in thick, warm blood. Heath is either going to kill me here and now, in the most terrifying and brutal way.. Or he’s going to do exactly what I want him to do.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: As it turns out, he goes for the latter option. He mistakes my actions for something they are not. He thinks I didn’t want him to notice the broken lock.. Oh how wrong you are, Heath. I knew he would turn this into a game, too.. Challenging me and taunting me.. And what’s even better, I knew he couldn’t leave me unattended.. And now here I am in an unlocked cell, with regular access to Nolan’s brain. Fucking beautiful. I played you, Heath.. I fucking played you and you think you’re winning. Now I need to rub more salt in the wound and put on my best acting hat. I’m obviously devastated that he figured out my plan, so I yell at him with contempt. “You fucking asshole! You and your fucking lapdog can rot in hell, I’ll slit his fucking throat in night.. You watch, you fucking wa-- AARRRGGHHHH!” The big fucker actually jumps on my shattered knee. Fucking brutal, self-obsessed, cocksucking, twisty-bearded, psyopathic ASSHOLE! He’s fucking broken it even more.. He’s fucking smashed it into a million pieces.. FUCK!!

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: That seems like a good place to finish, little Jackal screaming in agony over his knee. I limp out of the cell and curse him under my breath.. The kid actually did good. Really good.. I see now why Derek has a fondness for him.. And why Jeff loved him. He’s got something about him. A spunk you wouldn’t expect from somebody that looks like a cute puppy dog. I respect it, I cherish it.. And I’ll fucking break it. I’m not even ashamed to admit he almost won this round, because it was far too amusing. He thought he had his escape all laid out.. Foolish child. That spirit won’t last long. I’m going to break him all over again… nice and slow.. Nolan returns with a chair and a shotgun. Such a good fucking boy. I grab him by both sides of his face and kiss him hard on the lips. “Sit there, hold that and look pretty. If he talks to you, tell him to shut his face. If he keeps talking, beat the shit out of him. If he keeps talking, shoot him somewhere in the leg. And if he still keeps fucking talking.. Come get me. You do not disturb me unless absolutely fucking necessary do you hear me, boy? Keep him in line, keep him hurting.. You can do this..” he nods and takes his seat. Sweet little angel. I limp back towards my living quarters to check in with my bruised body. Fuck me.. What a day..

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I’m still screaming as he limps out of the cell.. That was fucking brutal, a horrible addition to the pain I was already in. Fuck! But it’s okay.. I have everything I need to get out. Nolan will be very familiar with the sound of my voice in due time.. I’m going to chip away at the obedient surface on his mind that Heath has created. I know where to strike, and I know how. But not tonight.. Tonight was just laying the foundation, I can’t give it away too soon. I remove my bloody shirt and wipe my face with it, getting rid of the blood. Then I crawl painfully over to my bed and climb back up onto it, feeling quite proud of myself. Would Jeff be proud of me, too? I’m not a useless jobber.. I’m so much more than that. I’m a fucking CSIS agent, and I’m getting out of here. I settle down for a sleep and sigh. “Goodnight, Nolan..” I mutter, knowing he’s out there and listening to my every move. This is going to be interesting.. But for now, I will think of Jeff. Heath made me revisit places of our relationship I’ve tried so hard to push away.. I will cry myself to sleep thinking about how desperate I am to be with him again, forever in his arms. I love you, Jeff.. and I never had a chance to tell you just how fucking much.

Published: 2021-06-19, viewed 39 times.