Adam | By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 1482 -:- 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.
Adam Second Interlude
As he was dragged down the cellar steps every bit of strength that Adam had left in his body, every bit of strength that wasn’t paralyzed by terror was spent trying to stop the descent. He leaned back trying to pull his arms out of the iron grasp of Taylor’s hired muscle. If felt as if his shoulder joints would be pulled out of their sockets, the grip the men had on his upper arms digging painfully into his flesh. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t escape though and he was dragged inevitably further down the cellar steps his bare feet thumping against the wooden stairs as his legs lost their ability to keep him upright.
There was a bend in the staircase and as they turned through it and began to descend the last dozen or so steps into the cellar he could finally see it. Red brick walls and a strong metal door – a room within a room. His cell, his torture, his nightmare. The place that had nearly driven him insane.
Adam knew instinctively that he’d never been so terrified in his entire life. Fear raw and nauseating in every cell of his body. His mouth dry, his legs unable to hold him up felt like water, his heart beating so hard it felt as if it would explode in his chest. His mind was a buzz of panicked, disjointed thoughts making no sense whizzing around in his brain. He could feel the tears that ran down his cheeks, hear the sobs that racked his body, but he was too far gone, too swallowed up in the horror he felt to care.
In front of the cold, hard metal door the two men who were literally holding him up at this point both let him go at some signal Adam didn’t hear or see. He dropped straight down to his knees onto the hard flagstone floor, the impact hurting his knees and the jolt of the impact going straight up through his body. Up through his thighs and hips, through his torso and on upward making his head jerk backwards and his jaw clench painfully. He fell forward and instinctively threw out his hands to save himself from falling face first onto the floor. Bent forwards; holding his upper body up with arms that felt numb after the merciless grips that had been wrapped around them earlier. Adam didn’t move trying to calm down, desperately trying to figure out a way out of the situation he found himself in. A way he could appease Taylor, get Taylor to forgive him.
As he managed to push down his loud sobs to mere tearful hiccups two feet came to rest in his eye line. Someone was standing right in front of him and instantly recognizing the hand made Italian leather shoes Adam knew it was Taylor. Taking a shuddering deep breath Adam slowly pulled himself back up into a kneeling position and turned his gaze upward to look at Taylor’s face.
Taylor looked down at him, his eyes cold, and his face an impenetrable mask. Adam felt uncertainty spread throughout him, as was so often the case with Taylor one couldn’t tell what he was thinking by looking at him, the perfect poker face. He didn’t look angry, but then again he didn’t look pleased either. Adam wondered if maybe he still had a chance to redeem himself, a chance to be forgiven. Reaching up Adam scrubbed a hand down over his face drying his still wet cheeks. He quickly wiped a sleeve across his nose cleaning away the snot from his upper lip. An idea flared in Adam’s mind, a way he might be able to appease Taylor, a way he might be able to get Taylor to forgive him and to take him back to his rooms instead of leaving him in this awful place.
Trying to swallow his fear down past the huge lump that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in his throat Adam attempted a smile. Forcing his lips to curve upwards in faltering increments he knew it wasn’t very convincing but it was the best he could do. Making sure he kept eye contact with Taylor, Adam reached out with shaking hands and fumbled at the belt and zipper of Taylor’s pants. He swiped his tongue out over his dry lips and tried his best to look alluring, while all the time knowing deep down inside that he was failing miserably and was merely looking pathetic and desperate.
Taylor obviously thought so too because the expressionless mask on his face suddenly melted into a sneer and kicking out with his expensive Italian shoes he caught Adam on his lower chest and caused him to fall backward onto the floor. Shaking his head he said,
"Don’t think you can wriggle your way out of this one Adam. As tempting as your mouth is you need to be punished."
Clicking his fingers and making an impatient gesture towards Adam with his hand Taylor signaled for his two goons to haul Adam to his feet.
When Adam was upright and facing him Taylor stepped in closer, but was careful not to touch Adam. Leaning in a fraction more he all but whispered in Adam’s ear, his voice as cold as ice,
"All I’ve done for you. The best clothes, the best food, the best wine…you live in a house that other’s would kill for, and this is how you repay me. Trying to run away from all that…trying to run away from me. What you need is some time on your own to realise that you should be grateful to me for everything I’ve done for you. Some time to realise that your place is here with me. You seem to have forgotten the first lesson Adam…I can lift you up out of the darkness, but I can also cast you back down into the night."
Stepping away Taylor turned and opened the metal door set into the wall of the red brick room.
Adam looked past Taylor through the doorway. The light from the cellar only penetrated a few feet past the open door and then it was swallowed up in the blackness that he could feel waiting to swallow him up too. He couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped his lips as he was dragged forward towards the doorway. Panicked words spilling from his mouth,
"Please…p…pleased Taylor no…I’m sorry I’ll never do it again I swear. Don’t put me in there…I’m grateful…I’ll be good…"
He was still begging when he was thrust forward into the darkness and the metal door was slammed shut behind him.
Whirling around Adam rushed at the now closed door and smashed his fists against it as hard as he could sobbing,
"Please…please…please. Let me out Taylor I’m sorry…please…"
Crying he leaned up against the cold metal of the door his face turned to the side trying to listen for any noise from beyond the closed door. He’d spent hours doing this when he had been locked in this terrible place before. Hours spent straining trying to hear some sound other then his own voice or the beating of his heart. Just like then only silence met his attempts and perversely it sounded louder in his ears then any noise he’d ever heard, vibrating through his body leaving him feeling hollowed out and empty.
Turning slowly Adam kept his back to the closed door pressing back against it as if he thought that if he pressed hard enough and wished for it hard enough he’d be able to melt straight through it back out into the light.
Around him the oppressive darkness closed in on him from all sides. He could feel himself choking on it. He was so completely caught up in the horror he was feeling that he didn’t even notice the warm wetness that spread over his crotch as in his fear he lost control of his bladder. With an inarticulate cry of pure terror and despair Adam ran with his hands held out in front of himself towards his corner. The place he’d sought refuge in before when he had felt the blackness strangling him, invading him, whispering to him out of the dark.
Wedging himself into the corner as far as he could go Adam curled in on himself and wrapped his arms over his head. In an instinctive attempt at comfort he began to slowly rock backwards and forwards. Closing his eyes tightly he tried very hard not to let himself fly apart.
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