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Trespass	By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 2004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Trespass - Chapter 16.
Vic didn�t like feeling powerless; he liked, needed to be in control. The gun pressed into his side was an uncomfortable reminder that this was a situation where he didn�t have the slightest bit of control. He�d watched as Dutch had been made to stand facing the wall and tried to figure out what was going on, if he could get an idea of what these two wanted then maybe he could use that to his advantage. When he was told to put his hands behind his back Vic knew he was going to be tied up, was this his moment, should he make his move? A punch to his side momentarily doubled him over in pain and he saw Dutch try to turn his head to see what had happened. Vic felt a sharp spike of fear go through him when he saw the gunman by Dutch jab his gun into the side of his head telling him to keep facing the wall. He realised that it wasn�t just his life he had to consider, if an attempt to overpower the gunman by him went badly it could be Dutch who would pay with his life, and Vic knew he couldn�t face that so for the time being he would have to cooperate.
The mention of "the game" had Vic puzzled and worried, he wasn�t sure why but it was setting off every internal alarm ad. ad. Vic had long ago learnt to trust his internal alarm system, an instinctive trouble sensor; it had saved his life a couple of times in the past. This wasn�t going to be good; there was something about these two that made him distinctly uncomfortable. He had seen them exchange wordless glances, knowing smirks that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Vic winced as the gunman who was tying his hands behind him pulled the cord tight and he felt it cut into the flesh of his wrists. He watched as Dutch was allowed to turn around and frowned at the realisation that while he�d been tied Dutch hadn�t. There was that bad feeling again, a bad feeling that was entirely focused on Dutch. It was going to be bad and he just knew that Dutch was going to get the brunt of it. Dutch was looking intently at him inspecting him for any injury, and he could see the genuine relief on his face when he found none. There was a moments silence and Vic wanted to get the gunman�s focus onto himself if he could get them talking, make them see that they should take what they want and leave, perhaps Dutch could be spared whatever it was they had in mind for him.
However, the gunman by Dutch just continued in that smug, mocking tone assuring Vic that they didn�t want money or videos. He felt his guts clench in apprehension at the laughter of the man next to him when he urged his friend to explain what was going to happen to them. He instinctively knew it was going to be awful but even Vic was unprepared for what he heard. His mind could process the fact that they were robbers, he could even handle the thought that they might be some kind of thrill killers, but rapists! The idea that this whole thing was motivated by sex and power games set his mind into a confused whirl. Then Vic felt anger surge up within him at the thought that he was going to be used as a pawn in their sick game. He was going to be used to gain Dutch�s cooperation in his own rape. No, he couldn�t just stand there and let this happen, he shouted,
&quuck uck you you prick!"
The gunman�s smug reply of,
"No actually it�s fuck him."
While indicating a frozen Dutch had enraged Vic even further. He wanted to charge across the room at that smug bastard, even with his hands tied behind his back he wanted to do something. Suddenly the gun was removed from his side and shoved viciously under his chin pushing his head up at an uncomfortable angle. Vic knew he was trapped and getting himself killed in some useless gesture wasn�t going to help Dutch, all it would do was leave Dutch alone to face what ever was going to happen to him and maybe it would even get him killed too. If he bided his time maybe Vic would get a chance to act later, he would have to try and stay calm and watch for an opening.
When the gunman by Dutch ordered him to strip Dutch looked over at him and Vic can see the growing panic in his eyes as well as disbelief and indecision. Vic wanted to say something to him something reassuring, something to make this easier for him but he knew that there was nothing that could do that so he just kept quiet, his inability to do anything to help Dutch making him feel completely impotent and useless. Dutch�s eyes were wide with shock at the gunman�s words and the colour was rapidly draining from his fas ths the enormity of the situation dawned on him, and then Vic was flooded with relief. He was relieved that it was Dutch standing there exposed and alone and not him. Immediately the relief was followed by an almost crushing sense of guilt that he could be so selfish, but still that feeling of relief lurked in the background and refused to go away. When Dutch asked in a faltering voice for the gunman to remove the gun from Vic�s head afraid that it might go off accidentally Vic felt even worse. Here�s Dutch with this awful threat hanging over him and his first thought is for Vic�s safety and all Vic can think is thank, Christ it�s him and not me!
When the gunman by Dutch warns his friend to watch Vic because he doesn�t trust him not to try and be a hero Vic almost laughs himself at the ridiculousness of that thought. Being a hero is the last thing he feels like as he just stands there and does nothing while Dutch has to face the trauma of these events alone. Vic watches as Dutch reddens with embarrassment as he�s forced to undress. The gunman by Vic is sniggering at Dutch�s growing distress while the nea nearest to him just continues to watch him with that self-satisfied smirk obviously enjoying every moment of Dutch�s discomfort. Vic pulls on the cord around his wrists, what he wouldn�t give to be able to free his hands and get hold of these two sadists.
Vic cracks when the gunman by Dutch tells him to put his hands on his head so he can get a proper look at him. Surely this can�t be real, it�s just some form of humiliation, torture surely they aren�t going to go through with it if he offers them more money maybe they�ll take it and go, leave poor Dutch alone. Vic feels the desperation within him growing when his offer of more money is brushed off and the gunman returns his attention to Dutch. He sees Dutch flinch, hears him whimper softly when the man behind hiucheuches him. The intense flare of anger that flashes through him surprises Vic, he�d love to break that guy�s fingers one by one for touching Dutch like that. He hates the humiliation and growing fear he can see in Dutch�s face while he blushes in shame and his downcast eyes stare at the floor.
Vic doesn�t think he can get anymore enraged but he manages to when the gunman by Dutch tells him that if he doesn�t cooperate that Vic�s death will be on his conscience. The manipulation being used infuriates him, but he can see that it�s having the desired affect and that Dutch is on the verge of giving in, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Vic can�t stop himself from calling the gunman a bastard and wishes that Dutch would look at him, that he�d look into his eyes and see that Vic would never blame him for his death. However, Dutch is steadfastly avoiding looking at him as he obeys the gunman and takes the animal�s dick out of his trousers. Vic can see Dutch is trembling and he feels his heart clench when the gunman tells him to get onto his knees, he can�t try and deny it anymore this abomination is real and nothing is going to stop it. When Dutch lifts his face up to look at the man standing in front of him and asks him not to make him do this Vic can see the unshed tears in his eyes. Vic knows that the vulnerability that is shining out of Dutch�s eyes at that moment is only going to spur on the type of monster that these two obviously are. As Dutch drops to his knees Vic can hear the breathing of the man next to him speed up and feels a wave of disgust when, from the corner of his eye, he sees him rubbing at his crotch with his free hand.
Vic feels the soft whimper that comes from Dutch when the gunman asks him if he�s ever sucked a guy�s dick cut through him. When the gunman by him decides to spur on Dutch�s cooperation by hitting Vic in the stomach Vic tries to keep the sound from the blow from escaping his mouth knowing it will be used to coerce Dutch into doing what he desperately doesn�t want to. Vic knows he�s failed when he sees Dutch squeezing his eyes shut and leaning forward taking the gunman into his mouth. As the tears spill out of Dutch�s closed eyes and run down his face and he sobs and chokes around the gunman�s flesh invading his mouth Vic can�t look any longer and he closes his eyes and turns away. At least he can do that for Dutch look away and refuse to witness his abuse. However, that isn�t allowed and he�s punched again and told,
"Open your eyes and watch, he�s doing this for you."
Then the gunman leans in really close and in a whisper that only Vic can hear he adds,
"If you don�t watch everything now you can watch me shove my gun in his mouth and pull the trigger after we�ve finished using him, your choice."
So feeling vomit rise in his throat Vic complied and swallowed back the sick feeling. He resolved to stay focused and strong he had to be there for Dutch when this ordeal was over, he had to stay alert in case an opportunity to turn the tables on these pigs presented itself. His fury was burning every image of this night into his brain, he knew that they would provide ample fuel for his revenge later on. So Vic forced himself to watch as the first gunman raped Dutch�s mouth, all the time knowing that as bad as this was it was only going to get worse.
The fact that when the gunman finally pulled out of his mouth and pulled him up to his feet that Dutch glanced at him and then quickly looked away made a huge wave of sadness wash over him. Vic was sure that Dutch must blame him for not helping him, for letting the gunman force himself into his mouth and then just standing there watching, doing nothing. Vic was sure that after this Dutch would hate him, not only was he the reason that Dutch didn�t even have the dignity of trying to fight back, but Vic himseas das doing nothing to help him.
The gunman by Vic pulled and prodded him over by the bed and forced him to his knees. Again a threat to Vic was used to make Dutch comply although the point was punctuated by a hard punch to Dutch�s face which split open his lip and stunned him for a moment. The growing fear in the room is almost a tangible thing when Dutch reluctantly gets onto the bed still resolutely keeping his eyes averted from Vic, and who can blame him. Sure that Dutch must hate him by now Vic realises he pretty much hates himself by now to. Here he is the tough macho cop Vic Mackey kneeling here doing nothing while a fellow officer; an innocent is about to be violated in the worst way imaginable.
His thought that Dutch is an innocent startles Vic for a moment then he realises that there is a certain naivete about Dutch, he still believes that the good guys will win if only they follow the rules and work hard enough. Dutch held onto this belief, a belief that Vic and his team had let slip away in exchange for quick results. Vic was surprised to discover that he kinda envied Dutch his faith in the right of the law, and he didn�t want to see him lose part of himself. The thought that Dutch was going to be changed forever by the events that were going to take place here tonight saddened Vic more than he�d thought possible.
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