Mute

Interogation in the barn

---------Content warning : violence, and strong language ------------   

     “I think he needs to be on his feet.”

        Now that he is up right again Jace looks up at Sam. She’s got a bruise across her left cheek that is already nearly black. He can also see the sheriff just to his ten o’clock, and Sand himself sauntering over to take Sam from the tweaker. Sam tried to break free from the man’s hands as she is transferred between them, Sand knees her in the gut dropping her to her knees before jerking her up by her hair again.

        “Sand let her go!” He fought the handcuffs that had been slapped on his wrists and the deputies holding him back by his arms.

        “Oh I can’t do that.” Sand chuckled as he pulled a bowie knife from his belt and twistedly traced an invisible line down from her right eye to her neck, catching slightly on the edge of her t-shirt. The razor sharp tip of the knife slicing through the cotton like warm butter. “Damn son!”

        “I said let her go Sand. You wanted me, you got me. Do what you want but let her go.” Jace struggled against the handcuffs, he could feel the metal cuffs biting into the flesh of his wrists. His arms were stretched out just enough that he couldn’t get a good pull of leverage against them.

        “Have you seen this?” Sand pulled her shirt away from her body and peered down inside it before laughing. He threw her back over to the tweaker and came to throw an arm around Jace’s shoulder. “Of course you have, I mean how could you not?”

        “I’m warning you Deacon.”

        “Oh come on Jace.” He laughed as he pulled his arm away, like he was an old buddy cracking a joke that didn’t go well received. He sauntered back over to her, “tell me sugar. Has my boy here had his hand on you?” Jace knew there would be no answer, “well?”

        “Leave her alone Sand. She can’t talk.”

        “Everybody can talk.” Deacon scoffed.

        “She’s mute, she really can’t make a sound.” Jace gave her a pleading glance, he’d get them out of this. Just give me a chance. “Just leave her alone.”

        “Is that true Sugar?” Deacon lifted her face with the tip of the knife. She nodded tightly. He laughed, “well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle. Never had me a mute before.”

        He motioned to Jace, “string his arms up over the rafter. Let’s see if we can get some sound out of her and get some information while we are at it.” His cuffs were moved to the front and a rope flung over the rafters, with a few curse words and groans of complaint the deputies had him strung up like a deer waiting to be butchered.

        “Let’s see. Where do I start?” Deacon watched Sam struggle before stepping over to Jace and walk around him hanging like a carcass. “Boy you got some ink on you, I bet she likes it don’t you sugar?”

        Jace fought a scream as Deacon ran the knife down his back filleting his shirt open, a thin red line letting his blood run down his back. He was barely aware of a few gasps from the deputies behind him. There were a few deputies murmuring amongst themselves, he could hear them commenting on his tattoo and questioning if they should really be doing this. He couldn’t look up at Sam, he couldn’t take seeing what she was watching.

        “Look here boys. We got us a soldier man, a jarhead at that!” Deacon jeered as he traced a line around the full edge of the tattoo across his back. “Come on Sugar, I can’t hear you. You not going to plead for me to stop?”

        “Don’t do it Sam. I can take it.” He was fighting the pain, breathing hard trying to focus. He could feel the blood dripping and running down his back. His arms being pulled up and together like they were was also making pain radiate from the almost healed bullet wounds. Keep your head Jace. You can’t help Sam if you are dead.

        “Let’s see now,” Deacon was almost giggling as he circled Jace again, wringing his hands in joyful anticipation, planning his next move. “Here we go, my boy has muscles. Don’t you like that Sugar?”

Deacon reached up with the knife and raised another line from near his outstretched elbow down around the curve of his bicep, across his pec muscle, and digging the blade in deeper along a divot of his stomach muscles. Jace growled through the cut, fighting the cuffs hard. Deacon stood back a second to admire his handy work, laughing.

        “Nothing?” Jace looked up at Sam, she was crying harder but still no sound, the sight of her tears was making his heart clench. Deacon shrugged, suddenly gut punching Jace right in the cut he’d just made. Blood splattered his fist. He practically pranced over to Sam who pulled back away from him.

        She turned her head away as he reached for her, grazing a bloody across her face leaving Jace’s blood as a trail. Jace saw her lips mouth the word ‘please,’ and nothing else.

        “How about this?” Deacon growled, his mood shifting wildly, he swung his arm wildly through the air towards Jace. The tip of the knife slicing Jace’s forehead and skimmed up into his hair line. The force sending Jace swinging as the deputies struggled to hold the rope. “I am losing my patience here Sugar. Tell me to stop, and I’ll end it nice and quick. Just for you.” Sand was screaming at her, a bloody fist in her hair to keep her from pulling away again.

        “Sand, leave her be.” Deacon felt his stomach dropping, then jumping at the pain swirling through him. Use it, he told himself. Deacon took a few steps back towards him, that is when Jace hacked up a bloody logy and it landed right in the middle of Deacon’s chest. He tried to fight the handcuffs again, but his muscles weren’t firing right for some reason. “Let her go!”

        “She has to have some sort of sound in there somewhere.” A devious look sprang across Deacon’s face and his gaze swung back to Sam, he motioned for her and the tweaker flung her to him. He slapped her hard as she came in range sending her to her hands and knees in front of Jace.

        Deacon swung a leg over her back and fisted her hair, jerking her head up for her to see Jace still hanging at his mercy. “Oh buddy, come on. Tell me about her, how was it?”

        “I am going to kill you Sand.” Jace fought harder, “you put a hand on her I swear I will.” The deputies holding the rope holding him strung up were having a very hard struggle to maintain control of him and the rope. Every time Jace struggled harder they would slide forwards across the ground and the rope tried to slip a little.

        “She feels like she would be a good ride.” Deacon reached back with one hand and a resounding smack echoed through the barn, again the deputies went sliding. “Did you make her squeal your name? Hu?” He lifted her chin high with the length of the blade under it. “Did he do you good Sugar? I bet he did, I bet you moaned his name as he f****d you over and over.”

        “Deacon!” Jace was full rage, only thing stopping him was the damned handcuffs. Deacon laughed, laughed at Jace’s fury, and laughed at her suffering.

        “I bet I can make you scream this pretty head off. Turn you in to my little slut,” he ground his hips against her ass still forced into the air.