Feeling that Way

Sherriff Rossi sat at his desk trying to sort out the details of this new abduction.  He was known for keeping his cool normally but he was incredibly angered by the fact that Mark had outsmarted him again.  And two young  men’s lives were at stake because of it. It was early morning now and it had been another sleepless night. He didn’t care though, he was existing  on coffee and adrenalin.  There was no way he could lay his head down until anyway. Not  till Steve and Greg were safe and Mark and the animal assisting him were both in a 6 X 9  cell.

At this moment he was pondering the location of the crimes. Mark had held Steve at a beach house but Adrian had been raped inside the city limits at an abandoned warehouse. According to the housing records neither  Mark or Aaron’s family owned property in the  industrial  section of the city. And the only beach property listed was the vacation home Steve and Gregg were staying at when the singer was kidnapped the first time. But he knew there had to be connection that allowed Mark easy access to both properties.

Now he dug through a stack of paper,  consisting of bills, articles, and financial information that Aaron had given to him in hopes  they would yield a clue to Mark’s whereabouts.  So far nothing had helped, in fact it seemed only to reinforce the idea that, at least in  the public eye, Mark was a fine upstanding citizen.

There was one article that caught Rossi’s eye.  It showed a photograph of  Mark shaking hands with a Dr. Fleishman, who was in charge of the clinic where Mark  worked. The article praised  Mark’s financial contributions and work ethic.  Rossi skimmed the article briefly wondering what would the author think if he knew what a monster the Mark really was.  The story had had been written last year. It  talked about  Dr. Fleishman’s opening the clinic to make medical services available to young man, and more recently women, in the gay community.  Suddenly the normally stoic sheriff let out a gasp. There was some information about the doctor wanting to provide inexpensive housing to young people in the community who were estranged  from families due to their sexual preference. One line caught his eye, “Dr.Fleishman   has recently purchased several abandoned buildings in the city, built during the industrial revolution, but now sitting empty.  The doctor hopes  with financial contributions from San Francisco’s  elite society, he can remodel the buildings  into modern  apartments. Rossi jumped up from this desk, grabbing his gun, and the  keys to the patrol car.

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Gregg whimpered as his captor crawled off the top of him.  He was in more pain then he ever though possible, both physically and emotionally. He wasn’t used to “bottoming” anyway,  and when he did he had never been forced into it. Gregg had been raped three times by that point, four if you counted being penetrated by a hard rubber dildo.  And Gregg had never let anyone, male or female, handle him intimately without his permission. This guy had treated Greg  body like a piece of meat he could touch as much as he wanted, and Gregg was actually raw in some spots at this point. He had not tried to get loose though because as long as he was being sexually abused the man’s focus was on him, and not Steve. He was terrified the man would grow bored with him. So he cooperated to the best of his ability. Gregg  followed the rapist’s commands, “ Open you legs, respond when I kiss you, relax so I can get inside you.”  He even lowered himself to” instructing” when the man said ‘Tell me how to touch you so you will get hard for me.” To Gregg this made him feel the most disgusting of all especially  after a long session of oral sex Gregg  did ejaculate in the guy’s mouth. It filled him with self loathing as he felt like he was enjoying himself, and must have really wanted to happen. Even though his logical mind rallied against this, his heart and soul  were agonizing over the act.  How could he face anyone again. “This is how Steve felt, “ Gregg thought, “ I had no way to relate to him when this happened to him. He was so broken and humiliated, and I couldn’t began to understand  what he suffered. Well Greg would  be able to relate  to Steve much  differently  now, if they got out of this nightmare alive.

 Steve was not faring any better. He had spent the afternoon being beaten and raped repeatedly. Mark took every opportunity to remind Steve he was his property. Any protest lead to a slap across the face, a punch to the stomach or a hard knee to the groin. Finally Steve just lay unmoving, not speaking, willing to let anything happen. The only thing he wanted was death, just  to go into the ground or the light or wherever someone like him went.  Or maybe he was already dead and he was in Hell. He thought to himself that Catholic Sunday school had not  covered this particular situation.  At that moment Steve almost started to laugh and he realized his sanity was slipping away. Well crazy or dead either one would be acceptable right now because it would shut him off from the unbelievable pain and abuse he  was experiencing.

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Rossi  arrived quickly at the clinic. He identified  himself then asked if to see Doctor Fleishman, stating he needed information on a employee who might be in trouble with the law. He was ushered into the doctors office .  The elderly man greeted him warmly and invited the sherriff to sit down. Rossi refused though, saying he only had a few minutes, and needed some  questions answered.  He asked about the condition and location of the warehouse Fleishman  owned in the city limits. As Rossi suspected the  address was several blocks away from where Adrian had been abandoned after the rape.   He then asked the  doctor if he owned any beach front property. The doctor said “  I have  a lovely beach house, I don’t use it much anymore though since the wife dies and the kids are grown. I rent it out to the the staff here cheap, they work really hard, and the rental money actually goes back into a savings account for them. My way of giving back without being too obvious.”  Rossi pushed the article with the picture of  Mark and him across the desk.” Have you ever rented to this man ever ?”” The doctor smiled, obvioulsly he was fond of Mark. “Oh yes Mark rented this spring from me. He has actually had it about a month now. He brings his checks in regularly, and he says he is just about done with it. I was surprised that he wanted to rent seeing he has his own place but I know he also has arranged housing for young men new to the city. Lots of guys come here with no money, estranged from their families. “But Rossi didn’t have time for any more stories, he said “What is the address of the beach house and the warehouses ?. I need them now.  Mark is a kidnapper and a rapist and two people I care about very deeply may being held captive at one of your properties.The doctor stared at him in disbelief. “What ?”  The sheriff repeated his request and told him “There is no time to explain, I need the information and permission to search your property if necessary .  Please this men may not have a lot of time.”

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 Back at the  beach house  Steve was curled up in fetal position in the bed.  He had not heard any noise from the next room for a while and he was fearful that Gregg was dead. After all what else was there for these two to do with their victims  after the assaults completed. Though Steve was afraid that his abuse may go on for weeks or months before Mark was tired of him. Maybe if Mark let him out of his sight long enough he could end it himself, though ever fiber of his Catholic upbringing  rallied against it.  He just hoped that his mother would  understand why he had to do it, if he got lucky enough to accomplish that sad goal.

Suddenly Mark grabbed Steve by his arm. He pulled him across the room and pushed him down on the floor in a kneeling position. He said “ Your turn little one !”  He yanked  on Steve’s hair to pull the singer’s head into position. He looked down into the beautiful hazel eyes which were now dull and blank, as if the victim was resigned to his unhappy fate. Mark smiled  “ Maybe  Gregg needs to come in and watch ! He should see how we enjoy each other, how much you want to be with me.” For a moment it flashed through Steve’s mind, at least he may see his beloved alive one more time. It may be his last.  But God  not this way.  Steve pleaded “ No,  no please don’t make him watch, I have cooperated the with everything you wanted  me to do,  and you have already hurt Greg enough. “ Mark sneered “ Well when you finishing giving me a blow job then I will let you two say your last goodbyes. You and I are going to be leaving soon and when my friend is done with Gregg he will probably just kill him and dump his body in the ocean.  So, see  aren’t  you glad you are my favorite. Now open your mouth !”

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Outside the beach house,  a sheriff car followed by a SWAT van and two more patrol cars silently moved up the drive.  Rossi had said “No sirens, only lights.” He was afraid that if he alerted Mark and the other kidnapper it might cost Gregg and Steve their lives.  As it was Rossi could only hope that  the two men could be rescued and somehow salvage their lives and and sanity.