Her Protector (closed)

It wasn't that bad...

..at first...

The pain of the current radiated from her hips and up her torso and then, from there, she lost track... Her teeth clenched as she threw her head back, holding in a scream.

She wasn't sure how long it lasted but soon, it stopped... then she heard his voice, her breathing quite rapid, her chest heaving...

"...but..." She gasped for air, "...you got shot yes...but you didn't get killed... so, I spared you... and personal or not Dom, I'm expendable.. you know that.."
 
"Jenna....who the fuck do you think you are talking to? You didn't to spare me. What spared me was my quick reactions and the fact that you are a lousy shot. And, as for the fact that you are expendable.....we all are expendable. I told you that years ago......long before you betrayed me the first time." The more Jenna tried to convince him to stop the more Dominick became determined to make her suffer. He looked into her eyes and he slowly extended the electrodes toward her breasts. The only thing that separated the electrodes from her bra-covered breasts was about a half inch of air. He held his hands steady and looked deep into her eyes.
 
"Lousy shot?!" That was the one thing that riled Jenna, the one thing to get a real reaction from her since all this started... "You're alive because I fucking SPARED you Dominic! You are alive still because of me! After all this time, because of me!!"

"Stop playing your pussy games Dominic and kill me already. Put me out of my misery before they get here and kill you too!"

Silence.

It seemed like hours passed with nothing said... and yet, Jenna knew she said too much.. hell, she didn't even know where that had all come from...
 
Typical Jenna. Lash out and think that it means she is in control or can gain control of the situation. Dominick said nothing, but moved the electrodes to her back and touched her bare flesh....once again sending electricity through her body. He held them to her body just a little longer this time.

Once he pulled them away and gave her time to refocus from the shock, he said to her, "Jenna there is nothing you can say or do that will make me kill you quickly. You are going to suffer and I am going to be the one inflicting the suffering." Just then Dominick noticed Jenna's eyes begin to twitch. He wondered if he had overdone it. He wasn't ready for this to end yet.
 
Again, still no sound came from Jenna. It took so much to hold back...to keep from screaming..

But she had been through worse pain than this...

Hadn't she?

A brief memory of Jenna laying on a table..

What the hell...?!

Just as soon as the memory popped up...it was gone... as was the current passing through her body.

Her jaw hurt from being clenched so hard, she was sure her back molar cracked under the pressure. Her head fell back, her breathing coming out uneven, in hard gasps making her chest rise and fall...so close to touching Dom's body that she was sure she would burn if they made contact.
 
So, what smart ass fucking comments do you have for me now Jenna? I know you want to say something that you will think will change the dynamic of the situation that we have here." He smiled at her.... knowing there would be no way for her to resist.

Dominick unchained her legs... all the time being aware that she would try to lash out at him and kick him. If she did, however, he would make her pay dearly. Then, Dominick heard gunfire outside. He heard chatter through his earpiece that they were surrounded and his men were being gunned down.

This happened quicker than he thought it would, but it was anticipated. He unchained Jenna's arms and put her over his shoulder. He carried her to a hidden door that led to an old tunnel that had been used back during Prohibition to run booze. He had a pick-up stashed there. He dumped her in the passenger seat, got in, and drove through the tunnel. They would be long gone by the time the agents found his torture area.
 
Jenna could only give him an exhausted laugh. She was weak to move when she felt him unchain her...the only thing she could do was let what ever was going to happen...happen.

"What does it matter Dom? They're probably here already.."

And as if on cue, the faint sound of gun fire could be heard. That was quick..unless her timing was off. Which it probably was, but that didn't matter. She did was she was assigned to do...told what to do...

But what Dominick did next was unexpected as he released Jenn and carried her off to an awaiting vehicle (which he tossed her in not too gently..).

Then after that, she blacked out.
 
Dominick knew that he had a head start and was confident that he would be able to put enough distance between them and the agents that they wouldn't to be able to follow them, so, he drove carefully...obeying all traffic laws to make certain that he did not draw any attention to himself and Jenna.

While he drove in silence, he started to run the situation through his head. How were they able to find him so quickly? The warehouse was in such a remote location. They should not have been able to locate them that fast. He must have missed a tracking device. Jenna probable had it in her clothes. Well, the only clothes she had on now was a bra and panties... It would be hard to hide anything in there, so, hopefully, the tracking device had been left in the warehouse.

After driving for a couple of hours, Dominick pulled into a motel. He got a room, pulled up right in front of it, carried Jenna inside, and then went back and got the duffel bag of clothes that he had stashed in the truck. He cuffed Jenna to the bed and then went in to take a shower.
 
Jenna was in a lot of pain. Her body was aching all over and she groaned as she tried to move...big mistake. She gasped and reached over to grab a pillow to cover her face but her arms wouldn't move..

"What the..?"

Her hands were cuffed to the bed rail..

Bed rail?

She finally noticed she wasn't in the dark warehouse anymore but in a dark room...and there was water running..

A shower?

Dominick.

"Fuck." The last thing she remembered was being shocked under his torture...and she was still in her bra and panties.

Damnit, she needed to get out of here. But how? There was nothing close to her to get the cuffs off, as it was, they were digging into her skin...
 
Dominick came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked over and saw Jenna was awake and was struggling against the handcuffs. He watched her for a minute as she did not realize he was there. She was determined, but the more she struggled the more the cuffs dug into her wrists.

"So, it appears that you are none the worse for wear. The same old Jenna. She doesn't know when to take the time to figure out a plan instead of just jumping right in and trying to get something done. Now I am going to have to bandage your wrists and it is going to look like you are a cutter." Dominick moved over to the bed and looked down at her. For a moment his thoughts were distracted by her wonderful body laying there in only her bra and panties.

"Where did they have the tracking device? Was it in your clothes? They were at the warehouse way to fast for them not to have a way of tracking your location. Where was it? ". He reached down and fingered the straps of her bra and the waistband of her panties....finding nothing.
 
Jenna stopped fighting as she felt Dom's hands on her. She fought the temptation to roll her eyes at him as he said something about her wrists.

"What tracking device Dom?" She asked, feigning innocence. She looked away from him, still achy and groggy from the little torture session back there. How long had it been since she passed out? How far had they driven?

In fact, where the hell where they?
 
"Jenna, there is no way they were able to find us that quickly without having some way of tracking you. It is impossible, so, either the device was in your clothes that were left back at the warehouse, or they are in what is left on you. Or........"

He hesitated for a second. There is no way that she would allow them to implant a tracking device in her body. She wouldn't got that far. Would she? Maybe she really hated him enough to allow her body to be mutilated. Maybe they had her kid.

"Did they plant a device in your body? Is that what they did?"
 
It was an honest question.

But could she answer in the same honesty?

Jenna turned her head, looking away from Dom, she thought about what he asked. A tracking device in her? But where? Was it possible?

Yes Jenna...

***
It was dark by the time Jenna and her little boy had gotten home. He was asleep on her shoulder as she took him up to his room, placing him in his crib. He would have to sleep in his play clothes tonight because she didn't want to wake him.

There was a noise downstairs.

She locked up so there shouldn't be anything or anyone down there. The alarm was set...only she and Josh occupied the home...


***

"Oh my God..." Jenna said under breath...
 
He could tell from her reaction that there was. He knew this was going to be a problem. As long as she was with him they would know where he was. Dominick had to figure this out. The easy thing to do would be to just leave her, but that would endanger her kid.

"Tell me Jenna. Do they have your child? Did they implant a device in you? Where is it? These are the people you are working for. Instead of asking me for help, you decided to try to kill me. I should just let them kill you and the kid."
 
"I don't know!" she said with pure confusion... what the hell happened that night..? "I don't remember Dom... I shot you...yes, I shot you because..."

Because why?

She wanted them to think she had killed Dominic...but that didn't happen. She was attacked instead.

Was that what they had anticipated?

She needed to think, needed to piece together all these broken memories.. why was she doing this?
 
"Jenna you need to tell me where that device is. You are going to die if you don't tell me and I am not going to be the one that has the pleasure of killing you. The people you were trying to help are going to end your life, and who knows what will happen to your son."
 
"I don't know Dominic, OK?!" She didn't know. "All I know is that they know where we are and if I don't do what they want, they'll kill my son..."

She wiped away a tear and finally relented, "Our son Dominic... I swear, our son..."

"Help me...please... find the device and get it out.."
 
"Jenna, I know you will say anything to save yourself and to save your son. So, I don't believe a fucking word you say."

Dominick kneeled on the bed next to Jenna and he began to run his fingers over her body...trying to find where they would have placed the tracking device. He moved slowly...carefully. He needed to find it quickly, though.

Finally, he felt something. There was a tiny lump on the top of Jenna's head. He moved his fingers over it..pressing it.....feeling it. "Jenna, did you bump your head? If not, I think I found it."
 
It was instinct for her body to react to Dom's touch. But that thought was quickly put aside as she heard Dom say he might have found it.

"Uncuff me Dom...I need to get it out...then you can be on your merry way..." she said, her voice filled with sarcasm and hate.
 
"No, you won't be able to get it. Stay still and let me get it. I can get it."

Dominick moved his fingers to find the edges. Then, using his pocket knife, he cut the device out. It was just a small slit that allowed Dominick to get the device and slide it out, but like any head wound, it bled a lot.

Dominick tossed her some clothes from his bag, and then uncuffed her. "I am leaving in 5 minutes, with or without you. Your choice."
 
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