Chapter 38
Looking around, he knew he could find it. He had to find it and he had to find it now. If he didn’t, it meant that he couldn’t possibly make it to his assigned station by the designated time and that would be unfortunate. Actually, Schneider feared begin late more than anything else. It meant that he would be disciplined.
The sweat was pouring from his brow. Schneider could not let the stress get to him, if he did there was no way he would be able to carry out his orders according to the plan.
Finally, he found it. The detonator that had been left at the pick up point. But it was no where near the predetermined location. In fact, it was on the other side of the warehouse. Instantly, he recognized the test. Glancing at his watch, he knew he failed. Failure was not an option. A shudder ran down his spine as he thought about the ramifications. The punishment would be swift and severe.
For a brief moment, he thought about running. He could make it. He might make it. But he knew he would never escape the evil. It would find him any where. No matter how far or fast he ran, the evil would find him. He knew it would be much worse if he ran. That meant he had to face the evil and take his punishment now.
A fleeting thought crossed his mind. Maybe the evil would consider his past performance and go easy on him. Instantly, he knew it was wishful thinking. He would have to pay.
Feeling the presence before he heard or saw the evil, he turned in the direction of the door. Within one second, there was a shadow in the door.
“You are way off, soldier.” The voice said.
“No sir. I was off but I located the item.” Schneider responded forlornly.
“That’s not what I am talking about.” Ian continued. “Finding the detonator was easy. I said you were off because you let me walk right in hear without taking any action, evasive or offensive.”
“But I knew it was you, sir.” Schneider responded. “There was no danger.”
“Knew it was me, huh? Ian responded. “That was an assumption. When you assume, you make mistakes. Mistakes are not an option on this mission.”
With those words, Ian reached into his pocket and extracted a thin tube. The light sweat that already dampened Schneider’s brow became a torrent. He felt his knees quaking and his hands were shaking uncontrollably. He had no idea how or why, but he knew what was in the tube. Although he couldn’t remember exactly, he knew had had seen it before and the results had been very unpleasant.
“Stand at attention soldier.” Ian said. “You remember the rules, don’t you?”
“Rules, sir?” Schneider asked just hoping to stave off the punishment for a few moments.
“The RULES!” Ian shouted. “What is rule number 1?”
“Make no mistakes, sir.” Schneider responded quickly.
“Why is that rule number 1?” Ian continued questioning.
“Mistakes get you killed.”
Instantly, Ian launched a savage kick to the back of Schneider’s knee. The force of the blow drove Schneider’s knee to the ground the rest of his body followed.
“No one gives a shit about your measly life, Johnson.” Ian spat venomously “You don’t matter. What matter’s is the mission. Mistakes jeopardize the mission. I don’t give a shit if you get caught, tortured, gutted and left for dogs to eat. But do not jeopardize one of my missions or you will wish that you had the pleasure of dying in such an easy manner. Now back on your feet, you worthless piece of shit.”
Schneider quickly recovered his feet. He watched in horror as Ian opened the case and extracted a very long, thick needle. Ian held the needle to the light, pushed the plunger slightly to clear any air out of the chamber and then he stepped towards Schneider. He placed his lips less than an inch from Schneider’s ear.
“Do not move.” He hissed menacingly. “If you do, you die.”
Then Ian slid the syringe into Schneider’s eye socket, behind his nose. It took all the discipline Schneider had to not to move. He was even successful in fighting of the urge to scream. In fact, he stood completely still and silent even as Ian pushed the plunger. The liquid burned as it enter the soft tissue.
Ian was very impressed at the remarkable control demonstrated by Frank Johnson. From experience, he knew that control would last for approximately ten more seconds. He had to work quickly to ensure that he had the needle out before the drug began to act in full force. This punishment was not designed to do any lasting damage. The intent was to inflict the maximum amount of pain, but still have a functioning weapon within a few hours.
As he extracted the needle, Ian felt a smile form on his face. He enjoyed the look on a man’s face the moment he broke. There was nothing else like it in the world. He saw the look on Schneider’s face, just before he let out the blood-curdling scream. Ian felt himself becoming aroused. Watching as Schneider slid to the ground, he felt the blood rushing to his extremities.
“That’s it.” Ian said. “Feel the pain. It’s is unbearable, yes?”
“OH GOD, MAKE IT STOP.” Schneider screamed.
“You know I can’t do that Frankie-boy, not yet.” Ian teased. “You haven’t learned your lesson yet.”
“YES…yes…I have.” Schneider begged. “Please. Please make it stop.”
Ian gleefully watched Schneider’s painful begging. It was the begging he enjoyed the most. That an the look of gratitude when he eventually made the pain go away. The testosterone rush was unbelievable. Ian could not remember the last time he had felt so fully aroused. His manhood was in full bloom and he actually felt it throbbing. The feeling was more than sweet. Instantly he felt twenty years younger. For the next twenty minutes, he watched and listened. Occasionally, he would give himself a squeeze. Soon, it was becoming unbearable. He needed a release and he needed it soon. When he couldn’t hold off any longer, he applied the antidote to Schneider. The look of gratitude Ian received from Schneider almost sent him over the top. But he was able to remain in control. He had better plans for releasing his pent up passion.
After he dropped the envelop next to Schneider, he turned and walked out the door. Full of confidence, he strode out of the warehouse onto the streets of Portland. Soon he would find his target. He did not have an extensive list of requirements. All she had to be was younger than thirty-five with long hair. That was it. Once he found her, he was going to take her and perform some serious humiliation. Not the easy stuff he had just put Schneider through.
Long ago Ian lost his ability to have a regular sexual relationship. It wasn’t enough to enjoy a woman’s company. Rape was the only way he could be with a woman.
Then he saw her. She was walking her dog on the other side of the street. Ian could tell that she was not paying any attention to her surroundings. Then a thought occurred to Ian. Quickly he crossed the street. As he approached the woman, he knew the dog would sniff him.
“Hey there, boy.” Ian said as he squatted down in front of the dog and put both hands on his head and ruffled his fur.
The dog happily accepted the attention. The girl smiled warmly at Ian, not sensing the threat.
“His name is Lucas.” The girl said enthusiastically.
“Hello, there Lucas.” Ian said in a friendly tone. “Good-bye there, Lucas.”
With that, Ian grabbed both sides of the dog’s head and in one motion snapped its neck. Before the woman could even scream, Ian was on her.
“Make one fucking sound and that’s you.” Ian said as he grabbed her head and forced her to look at her dead but still twitching dog laying on the sidewalk. “You’re coming with me.”
She complied immediately. For the next six hours, Ian took his time torturing and raping the young woman in the same warehouse that he had tortured Schneider. There was no fear of anyone hearing what was happening, nor was there any threat of discovery. Ian owned the warehouse and many others like it in many cities and villages around the world. He always had a place to practice his proclivities.
When he was through, he walked her completely naked out to a dumpster behind the building and ordered her to climb inside. After he pushed the trash back on top of her, he turned to walk away.
“All you are now is trash.” He called over his shoulder as he walked back to his car.
Although Ian could have just as easily killed her, he didn’t. In order for him to complete the humiliation, she had to be alive to remember him and the way he treated her. Knowing he would forever occupy her thoughts was the real turn on for Ian. Down the road, he would reminisce about this night as he was pleasing himself. From his previous experience, he knew how special it would be. Right now, Ian felt better than he had in a very long time.
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Since they had a few days to get from Olympia to Portland, Ronnie decided to have Schneider take them to Long Beach on the Washington coast. Everyone thought it was a great idea, Schneider just shrugged and complied. He had been acting very strangely lately, even for Schneider.
After they had settled into the hotel, Ronnie and Big Ron took a walk on the beach together. It was just something they always did whenever they had the opportunity. Some of Ronnie’s fondest memories with his father were the conversations they had while they walked on the beach. It didn’t matter if it was California, Florida, the Bahamas’, Mexico or the Riveria. It was always the same. Looking back now, it seemed to Ronnie that the only time he felt completely comfortable with his father was when they were on the beach.
“Wonder what’s inside that guy’s head.” Ronnie stated to his father after they had been walking for a few minutes. “Seems like he gets in these dark moods. It’s kinda creepy.”
“Who?” Big Ron asked.
“Schneider.” Ronnie replied.
“I know what you mean. But I have no idea, Ronnie.” Big Ron attempted. “Maybe it’s something we can never understand.”
“So why didn’t you go to Vietnam?” Ronnie asked after a moment.
The question startled Big Ron. He had thought about that in a very long time. As he pondered the question, he realized he didn’t really have an answer.
“Well, my number didn’t come up.” Big Ron replied weakly for the lack of a better reason.
“Huh?” Ronnie retorted.
“Um…my draft number.” Big Ron said.
“Huh?” Ronnie repeated.
Big Ron studied his son closely. At first, he was surprised at his son’s reaction. Then it hit him, his son’s generation grew up in an era of an all voluntary military. They would never know what it was like to live wondering whether or not they were going to be ripped from their lives, given a gun and be sent to so god-forsaken, unpronounceable foreign land to kill people.
“Back when I was in college, there was a draft.” He started to explain.
“Yeah, I know.” Ronnie in a tone that indicated he wasn’t a complete idiot.
Feeling a little testy from Ronnie’s rebuke, Ron took a moment to consider whether he wanted to continue his explanation. Then, he realized that Ronnie wasn’t challenging him. It was just his way of letting his father know that he was smarter than Big Ron had given him credit for in the past. It was a quite understandable reaction given their past.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound condescending.” Big Ron said sincerely. “Anyway, the way they ran the draft was by lottery.”
“Lottery?” Ronnie asked puzzled.
“Everyone was sent a number and they had to appear for their physical on that business day of the year.”
“That’s seems odd.”
“Well yeah.” Big Ron agreed. “Especially since, they assigned numbers from one to three hundred sixty-five. So, if you got a high number, you may not have to even show up.”
Ronnie watched his father closely. He could tell that Big Ron wasn’t very comfortable talking about the subject, but he didn’t know why.
“Did you have a low number?” Ronnie asked softly.
“Three sixty-one.” Big Ron said.
“That’s lucky.” Ronnie said instantly understanding the implications.
That’s when Ronnie saw it. The look in his father’s eyes betrayed his guilt. They continued to stroll in silence as the waves beat mercilessly one the beach with the constant rhythm.
“Whar’s wrong, Dad?” Ronnie asked after several moments.
Big Ron didn’t respond immediately.
“It’s just that I …” Big Ron started. “I still wonder what would have happened if my number was sixty-five instead of three sixty-five. Would I have turned out like Schneider?”
“Now that’s fucked up.” Ronnie managed trying to understand the depth of his father’s feelings.
“I wasn’t really against the war.” Big Ron said as both men sidestepped a rogue wave that threatened to soak their shoes. “Actually, I didn’t think much about it at all. I was just glad I didn’t have to go.”
The men continued walking along the beach for another mile or so before the decided to turn back. Neither spoke much. They just enjoyed each other’s company for the first time in a very long time.
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