In the Echoes of Silence A Quest for Redemption | By : Erinlindsay97 Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Crossovers Views: 42 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Chicago PD or it's characters, just the plot and my OCS. |
trigger warning: Rape, drugs, etc
Erin's eyes flickered open as she heard voices in the room. The brunette struggled to move, her arms bound tightly behind her and her ankles tied together.
She lay on her side, her hands twisted in a futile attempt to free herself. She was groggy and couldn't make out their whispers, but she had an ominous premonition of what lay ahead.
Erin's muffled groans echoed through the cloth gagging her mouth as she fought against her restraints. Her head lifted as the door opened, revealing Henley's wicked grin. He locked the door behind him.
Erin's gaze followed him as he approached the bed. She tried to shuffle away as his knee pressed against her back. He leaned close, his face inches from hers.
Despite her struggle against the ropes, he whispered enticingly, "Relax, babe." Gently clearing her hair, he kissed her cheek. "Get...off..." Erin screamed against the gag.
Erin whimpered as Henley rose and walked to the dresser. Fear flickered in her eyes as he retrieved a nitrous oxide device, the same they used to incapacitate the Clifford's.
The brunette watched as the man inhaled the nitrous oxide. He turned to her with a smirk and exhaled. "Want some?" he asked, walking towards her with the device.
Erin tried to move away when he approached the bed and took another hit. He removed the cloth covering her mouth and forcibly kissed her.
The brunette pushed him away, but he bit her lip and blew the nitrous oxide into her mouth. She cried out in pain as he pulled away, licking his lips and chuckling. "What's wrong, detective?" he asked mockingly when she coughed.
"Never had nitrous oxide before?" he asked, kissing her neck and face with amusement. "That'll change, babe," he promised, taking another hit before bringing the device to her lips.
“ Let me go!” Erin demanded trying to move away from him but he wouldn't let her” I don't think so, the fun is about to begin.” He said as he placed the nuzzle of the device to Erin's lips.
Erin shook her head, knocking the device out of his hands. Henley was enraged. He pulled back and backhanded her across the face, forcing her head to snap to the side. He shoved the device back into her mouth.
"Take a hit!" Henley demanded, preventing Erin from moving her head. She whimpered as she inhaled the nitrous oxide into her lungs, struggling to suppress a cough.
"That's it, inhale," Henley whispered. He pulled the device from Erin and inhaled before setting it down.
Erin's head fell back as Henley moved the nitrous oxide away. She struggled to breathe, the drug taking control.
"Go to hell!" Erin gasped. Henley laughed and backhanded her again. "You have a temper, but I'll knock it out of you." He continued to hit her repeatedly.
Erin's resistance faltered as Henley's bruising kiss left her breathless. Henley retreated, his hands gripping her jeans.
As the drug's effects intensified, Erin's mind swam. Her vision blurred as Henley slid her jeans down, revealing one bare leg.
Erin's protests were stifled in her weakened body. Henley's smirk widened as he roughly pulled down her flannel shirt and gripped her breasts.
"I never imagined a sweet thing like you could be a detective," Henley groaned, his excitement evident.
Erin's body trembled as Henley's hands roamed over her skin. She whimpered under his invasive touch, her protests fading into silence.
"I hit the jackpot," Henley smirked, his teeth marking Erin's soft skin as he kissed her trembling body.
"For a detective, you're damn beautiful. We might keep you around after this." The idea of taking her appealed to him; he'd enjoy her until he got tired.
Erin's frightened whimpers belied her wish she'd never come alone. Rape seemed inevitable, and her life hung in the balance. Henley's taunts chilled her, threatening to extinguish the hope of her team arriving in time.
Henley rose from the bed and unbuckled his belt, a smirk playing upon his lips as Erin's eyes widened in terror.
"It's gonna be okay," he drawled, his gaze fixed on Erin's trembling form. "Your team won't make it in time.”
"Even if they do catch me," he taunted, "I will escape and return for you. We'll have relentless pleasure." He let his jeans drop to the floor.
As Henley unfastened his belt and his jeans tumbled down, the brunette's cries intensified. She attempted to scream, but only a harsh sound escaped as he mounted her.
"Hush, you'll enjoy this," Henley whispered. He positioned himself against her, retrieved the drug, and offered it to Erin's lips. "Inhale it... I know you want it," he teased as he rubbed his manhood against her, eliciting a whimper and another inhalation of the drug.
Erin closed her eyes, loathing herself for allowing a man to force such a lethal substance upon her. Yet, she offered no resistance as Henley penetrated her.
"Please... don't," Erin pleaded weakly as Henley began thrusting into her, the device falling beside her head.
Henley's laughter mocked her cries as he slammed into her, eliciting groans that only fueled his abuse.
"Fuck..." he panted, pounding in and out more violently. "You're so tight... in a good way!" He relished the look of desperation in Erin's wide eyes.
Erin's mind raced, unsure what the future held. Would Voight and her team come to her rescue, or were they still unaware of her whereabouts?
Tears streamed down her face as she lay helpless on the bed, Henley taking cruel pleasure in her suffering.
Henley's smirk widened as he roughly lifted Erin's leg, her whimpers met with more brutal thrusts. Her body trembled violently.
"Fuck, I think I've made up my mind," Henley groaned, thrusting into Erin."You're coming with me. I don't think I can do this to another woman." He panted.
Erin's head spun as she cried out in pain. She couldn't imagine enduring more agony, and her heart shattered when Henley declared he would take her with him to amuse himself once more.
'Please hurry, Hank!' Erin thought desperately, hoping the man that took her in from the streets would come and save her from this nightmare. "Antonio, Jay, anyone please..." She sobbed, pleading for her team as Henley moved relentlessly within her.
( Justin, Voight and the others)
Justin gripped the door as Voight parked the SUV. He exited the vehicle and surveyed his team waiting outside the house.
Voight approached Antonio and Jay with Justin. "Any contact with the suspects?" he asked.
"No, not yet, but we're working on a plan to enter without endangering Erin," Antonio said, his brow furrowed with concern.
Voight nodded. "Now that I'm here, we're going in. We'll get Tawny, Spence, and Henley, and hope Erin isn't hurt."
The team acknowledged Voight's orders. "Dad, wait!" Justin interjected, halting his father. "Let me come with you!" he pleaded, his voice filled with anxiety. He desperately wanted to see Erin.
"I can extract her from the house while you apprehend the suspects," Justin proposed, determined to persuade Voight. After a moment's hesitation, his father agreed. "Fine, let's go."
Justin's gratitude was evident. "Thank you," he said.
"Stay close to Halstead and don't stray from his side," Voight commanded. Justin affirmed, "Got it."
As the others secured the perimeter, the younger Voight followed Jay into the house. Jay led the way to the second floor, where they believed Erin was being held.
Justin bit his lip as a sinister noise echoed down the hallway. "Jay!" he whispered, his voice taut with trepidation as he reached the locked door.
"Erin's in here," Jay stated, stepping back to deliver a brutal kick that shattered the barrier.
Justin's hands clenched into fists, his heart pounding with each agonized scream that emanated from the room.
Erin's piercing cries reverberated through the air as Henley's laughter mocked her pain. He ignored the commotion outside, absorbed in his cruel torment.
Erin's once-bright eyes grew dim with exhaustion and desperation. She prayed for her team to arrive swiftly.
"It seems your team are nearby," Henley whispered mockingly into Erin's sweat-drenched neck, "but their arrival comes too late." With heartless abandon, he continued his relentless assault on the helpless detective.
Erin, her head averted, attempted to ignore Henley's taunts. Her gaze fell upon the door behind him, and her heart raced with a flicker of anticipation. To her relief, it opened with a crash.
With trembling eyes, Erin saw Jay and, to her dismay, Justin standing before her. Tears welling in her eyes, she turned away, overwhelmed by a surge of anguish. Her body ached, her breath labored, and she yearned for Henley just to kill her.
"Get out!" Henley barked at the intruders.
"Get off her!" Jay demanded, his anger palpable.
Justin's instinct was to approach, but Jay's grip restrained him. "We can't act recklessly," Jay hissed, his chest heaving at the sight of his partner being raped right in front of him.
“Are you out of your mind!” Justin hissed, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface as he refused to remain watching this guy treating Erin like trash.
“With every move we make, we risk deepening her pain—or worse, losing her entirely,” Jay replied, his hand instinctively finding the cool metal of his gun.
Justin clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut, acutely aware of Jay’s unsettling truth; the last thing he wanted was to drag Erin into a darker abyss.
“Did you hear me?” Henley spat, his gaze piercing through the tension like a sharpened knife, indifferent to the chaos that swirled around him.
“Get out, or—” His threat hung in the air, abruptly silenced by a bullet that found its mark in his shoulder, sending him crashing to the ground, a heavy weight being forcibly lifted from Erin.
Erin gasped at the deafening gunshot, the subsequent thud resonating like a drumbeat of dread. She hesitated to open her eyes, even as Henley’s oppressive presence was thrust away from her.
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