Investigation Gone Wrong (closed)

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Sgt. Natalie “Natty” Taylor



I let out a small sigh.

I was in an interrogation room somewhere. I wasn't too sure. I know it had to be close to the airport. After all, I was investigating there over the past few weeks due to rumors of drugs being run through there and some of it surfacing in our small town.

Usually I was on the other end of the stick. I was the one asking the questions but after being caught earlier tonight and brought here, I knew things were about to change.

I guess I pushed too much with the investigation. I had asked too many questions--that's what my boss had told me, "You're poking your head into shit you shouldn't, Taylor...let it alone and move onto something else." The thing was, I was also very stubborn.

But damnit, I was close—so damn close—until I got caught.

Fuck my life.

Well, I knew the dangers…the consequences…it all came with being a cop. Hmmm, not just a cop, mind you, I considered myself a damn good detective, it’s only been a year since my promotion and even on that day I received a warning from my boss telling me to watch my ass out there…

The words ‘or else’ weren’t said but they were implied… but I didn’t listen, of course.

Now, I sat in the small room with a black hood over my head, my hands cuffed—with my own fucking cuffs, mind you—behind my back! My legs tied to the legs of the chair and some fat asshole guarding the door, making snide remarks to me every once and a while.

The only reason I had been investigating was because of a few suspicious deaths that had occurred over the past few weeks in this small town. The thing about this small town was that our local airport was sometimes used as a fuel stop for other small planes between the Florida Keys and the lower half of the U.S.

 

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She had been warned.

She had been told to let it go.

Yet, she persisted.

Captain Thomas Blaine scowled as he watched her from above. The abandoned warehouse was a perfect blacksite. No neighbors, no eyes or ears. He lit a cigarette, took a long drag, blew it skyward.

This series of events certainly complicated things. He was still trying to determine if this entire smuggling operation was compromised beyond salvage. Fortunately, one of his best men was on the job to pull the pieces of the puzzle out of Natalie Taylor's stubborn, pretty little head.

James McCormick was that man. He had been special ops in Iraq and Afghanistan for six years before getting his discharge papers. He had joined the police force upon returning home and Blaine had immediately recognized that McCormick's unique skills would be far better utilized in undercover operations. Which was really how this entire smuggling ring got started in the first place.

And since Natalie Taylor had joined up after McCormick had gone undercover, there was no risk of her recognizing him. Even now, McCormick was ransacking her apartment, and would soon return. Blaine's phone buzzed with a text message. "Got laptop. Encrypted. Begin water treatment."

Blaine's eyes narrowed and he signaled to the guard below, David Foster. Foster nodded, and walked over to a wall where a garden hose was coiled beside a spigot. He turned the water on and approached Natalie, not saying a word, before pointing the nozzle at her and pressing the trigger, spraying her with ice cold water.

He did not relent. With the flip of a switch, a pair of large fans turned on and began blowing air at a now soaked Natalie Taylor.

 

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And so, it began...

The first spray of freezing water was a shock total shock to me! It didn't help that the spray was near my face, which made me gasp and cough as my mouth had opened, causing water to enter my mouth... I gasped and inhaled it and when I tried to turn my face away, the water seemed to follow me, making me cough more!

I sure as hell wasn't going to cry out for them to stop...no... it was what they wanted hear! They wanted me weak and begging--but I was going to surprise them by hanging on...

'Not gonna make it easy on you, assholes,' I thought--suddenly, the water died down but I could still hear it running near me and then a hard breeze blew on me... what the fuck? The watering continued but I refused to cry out for a break eve as my body was starting to shiver hard and my teeth chattered in between my coughing fits as I choked on the water...

I wasn't sure how long it continued but the watering stopped, allowing me to at least catch my breath and my coughing spells to ease up but the air---the air was cold and seeing as how I was still fully clothed in a leather jacket, t-shirt and jeans…the weight of the wet leather didn't help matters any as the air continued to blow on me... my stomach hurt from all the dry heaving and coughing and I could even feel my wrists rubbing raw from the cuffs.

All through this, not one single question was asked...

 

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Blaine watched from high above, a curious expression on his face. Natalie Taylor had been a good cop. It was a shame her curiosity led her to this situation. It was a shame she had not listened to her superiors-him-when all was said and done. If she had just dropped her investigation, stopped digging, done her fucking job like she was told...

Well, who was he kidding? He smirked. He was going to enjoy this show. The little shit-disturber was getting exactly what she deserved for her defiance.

"She's gonna be a fun one to break," came a voice from behind him. Blaine's eye twitched.

"Dammit, McCormick, what did I tell you about sneaking up on me?" he sneered.

McCormick chuckled. "My tools are in place, I presume?" the veteran asked.

Blaine nodded. "Take your time with her. But I need the drug test ASAP," the Captain said.

McCormick smirked. "Consider it done, sir," he said, before turning on his heel and heading down to Natalie. A few minutes later, he was standing in front of her. His steps were silent, masked by the constant whirring of the fans and Natalie's own chattering teeth.

With a sharp motion across his neck, he signalled to Foster to cut the fans. They immediately turned off.

"Sergeant Taylor," he greeted her. "It seems you've been digging into things better left unearthed."

And with a single step forward, he launched a punch that caught her across the side of her face, causing her to fall violently backward in her chair and crack her head against the concrete floor.

 

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I was still coughing...dry choking on the water. I did all I could to stop my teeth from chattering but nothing helped. The black back on my head was matted wet to my face, almost making it hard for me to breathe.

The air finally stopped and it was deathly quiet, save for my hard breathing, which I tried to keep under control.

"Sergeant Taylor, it seems you've been digging into things better left unearthed."

That voice. It was different from the guy who was watching over me-- the hardest pain I've ever felt in my life thundered across my face in what had to be the unmistakable feel of punch!! One thing was for sure, I saw stars! Even after the hit--when my head hit the ground--it all left me stunned for more than a moment as I tried to gather my bearings while the taste of blood pooled in my mouth...

I immediately spit the blood out even though it was soaked up by the wet bag over my head. All I knew was that I wasn't going to end up choking on my own blood!

Laxing my body on the floor--not that I could do much else as I let out a dry laugh--an empty sound I'm sure, "Seems that way...something tells me I hit a nerve seeing as how I'm here now.." I wasn't going to scare easily...

 

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McCormick smirked as he listened to her defiant talk. It seemed she was going to put up a fight. He looked down at her. "Perhaps," he replied, before his booted foot swept forward and connected viciously with her gut. He kicked her with enough force to pick her up off the floor, chair and all, and then come swiftly crashing back down.

He stepped towards her again, and grabbed the back of the chair, hoisting it back upright, and Natalie back into a sitting position. He grasped the dripping wet leather of her jacket and yanked it down her shoulders, and then grabbed a hold of her shirt at the collar and ripped it open, exposing her bra-clad breasts to the cool air.

He stepped away then, returning to the spigot and the hose. He turned the valve, increasing the available water pressure, and then took the hose, pointed, and sprayed her down again, this time keeping the water focused on her face while occasionally dropping to batter her breasts.

And then the fans came back on, but this time the water continued...

 

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I gasped and groaned after the hard kick! I cried out in effort to keep from passing out as I gasped again, only to end up coughing. I could hear someone chuckle at my plight as I closed my eyes and squeezed away a few tears. My stomach was practically on fire, as were my lungs and throat from coughing and gasping.

The chair moved, of course, with me in it as it was set back up right. My head rolled back—big mistake as it stretched my abdominal muscles, making me cry out—which I quickly muted as I bit my bottom lip…

“You fucking coward…” I managed to say before my jacket was pulled off of me and shirt ripped opened, “Can’t fucking face me without this hood on, huh!?”

The water shut me up again as some went into my nose and into my mouth! I tried to turn away but felt someone’s hand on my head, making me turn toward the water flow! I coughed water back up but every time I gasped for air, a fresh flow of water entered my mouth and lungs, making me gag for air but only getting a brief reprieve when my breasts were sprayed…

 

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She was trying to get a rise out of him, but McCormick was cold. Professional. However, at the moment, he didn't need her to be able to speak. He cut off the water and let the fans do their job, chilling her soaked body to the bone. He watched for a few minutes as she shivered, her teeth rattling, and then he was standing in front of her. He grasped the bottom of the hood and began rolling it up, dripping more water onto her exposed, goosebump-covered cleavage, but stopped just above her nose, and tied it together tightly behind her head, leaving her blind.

"You talk too much," he growled, and then the back of his hand blasted her across her cheek.

A moment later, she could hear the unmistakable sound of a strip of duct tape being peeled off a roll, and torn...

 

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My head whipped to one side...luckily it was the opposite from the first time he punched me when we were briefly introduced... talk about adding insult to injury when he told me I talked too much.

That's when I heard the distinct sound of tape--duct tape, mind you, being torn from a roll to my left.

"Fuck you!" I managed to say as I was still unable to see anything...

Earlier that morning...

"Natty...come back to bed, please?"

Natalie smiled and shook her head as she dressed. She looked over at her girlfriend, Jodie..."You know I can't. I have to get back to work."

They had just finished an intense fucking session and now that it was 6am,
Natty knew she'd be late if she didn't get out of there now...

Another hard slap knocked me from my quick thoughts! My mouth was quickly covered with tape and then another piece being torn off the roll could be heard before it was also wrapped around the lower half of my face. It was no use struggling against the binds so I just sat there...unable to let out any more smart remarks...