ENSLAVED

Chapter 4

The drug was taking its toll on Starsky, he desperately needed his sleep but this time he had not blacked out like before, this was different, the pain was still there, more intense than last time and it was paralysing him. The moans had stopped coming from Hutch he was totally out cold and slumped in his chair. All Starsky could focus on in front of him was Gail’s blooded lifeless body.

"Simon dreams you will join us night time, and join us you will" stated Joseph as he approached Starsky. Joseph had another glass of fluid in his hand. Once again he told Starsky to take the drink.

"Get stuffed" muttered Starsky. Joseph ordered his men to hold Starsky and once again he was forced to take the contents of the glass, this time Starsky started to choke on the contents as he tried to gain his breath while swallowing the contents. The room started to spin wildly, the pain was too much for him to bare and darkness claimed him. Joseph ordered his men to take Hutch back to the house.

"Leave night time here, we are not finished with him yet" and with that Starsky was left slumped on his chair while four of Simon’s worshippers carried Hutch back to the house. "Prepare him for the ceremony" The chanting soon started again. Starsky’s clothes were stripped from him and his unconscious form moved into a black hooded robe. The chanting had continued for an hour, and Starsky slowly started to come to, mumbling in his semi conscious state.

"Simon, Simon, Simon" he was joining in on the chant with the rest of the followers. Joseph smiled at the sound of Starsky’s voice. Good he thought, the drugs are working perfectly. A little sleep deprevation slowly building up during the past month and now this cocktail of drugs and now he was one of them.

"Night time, who is your leader" "Simon Marcus" Joseph laughed wildly at the reply. Simon’ followers all smiled while chanting, knowing Simon’ dreams had been dreamt true again. The chanting continued on and slowly the group made their way out of the building and back towards the house.

It was the middle of the day. Hutch had been taken back to his room and left on the bed, his arms ached from being pinned behind his back so long and his ribs hurt from the blow he sustained the previous night. The room was still spinning and all he could hear was the faint noise of the chanting, Simon, Simon, Simon. The chanting was now getting closer and closer. He struggled to move and managed to roll over and get his feet over the edge of the bed so he could at least try to stand to get to the window.

The room still swung wildly and he steaded himself along the wall as he looked out the window. A group of Simon’ followers all hooded where heading towards the house. Hutch looked round the small room, where the hell was Sarsk. Oh god where is he.

The door opened and Hutch was pulled out of the room and dragged along the corridor into a larger unfurnished room at the back of the house. He heard the chanters behind him and he was tossed into the room landing on the hard floor heavily. Quickly he was surrounded by Simon’s followers chanting loader than ever. One voice sounded vaguely familar. Hutch tried to look around at all the fiqures, their heads were bowed until one by one they moved towards Hutch and took turns at striking him.

"God no, Starsk"