There is little sex in this story so those who're looking for a quick wank - this isn't for you. :)
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Jack opened his eyes. Brilliant beams of sunlight played on the ceiling. He looked to his left and there she was, sleeping by his side. A lock of her hair curled over her forehead. A faint smile touched his lips and Jack tenderly brushed the strands from her face. He pressed a light kiss on her cheek and she stirred. His gaze fell to where the covers draped haphazardly over her legs and he frowned slightly at the memory of his passion spilled at their juncture. A rumble in his stomach roused him from his thoughts.
Jack stood up and walked to the kitchen, where he placed two pieces of bread into the toaster and turned the coffeemaker on.
He felt nothing when rough hands grabbed him from the back and a cloth soaked in chloroform was clapped over his face.
The slices of toast popped up a minute later, and no one was there to retrieve them.
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When Lauren woke to an empty bed she wasn't surprised. She knew Jack by now and figured he would be in the kitchen, making breakfast. Sweeping the covers back she yawned contentedly and trotted outside.
"Jack?" She called as she made her way through the living room.
A chair lay on its side on the floor.
Shocked, Lauren picked it up. She hurried to the kitchen and looked around. The coffeemaker was still on, toast was in the toaster, and there was grit on the floor from dirty footwear.
"Jack? Jack are you here?" She shouted, turning over pillows and opening the balcony doors in a heightening panic. Her fingers closed on a scrap of paper on the coffee table.
"Follow the instructions to this address. Bring no one or we Will kill him."
Lauren gasped. The blood drained from her face and she stood there, the scrap of paper trembling in her hand.
She ran into Jack's bedroom, gathered her things in a bag and threw on a pullover. The door closed shut behind her.
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The address led to a row of old, decrepit houses. Lauren looked at the scrap she held in her hands. She looked up at the numbers on the brick and found the one she was looking for. The door opened easily. It was dark inside. A broken staircase lay to the left, and musty sofas flanked a dusty table to the right. A familiar voice spoke in the dark.
"Well if it isn't that bitch again, returned to the fold,"
Lauren stepped closer, her fingers fidgeting by her side. "Where's Jack," she stammered.
"Jack is where Jack should be. Come closer, my dear,"
Lauren looked behind her, hesitated, and moved forward.
She wasn't sure if she'd expected it or wanted it when everything went dark.
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"Dizzy.. I'm so dizzy.. What is this place.." Those were the thoughts tumbling in Jack's head when he regained consciousness. He lay on his back on a broad bed covered with rough cotton. Dim sunlight filtered in from where moldy curtains parted at the windows. His hands and feet were tied together and a gag was in his mouth. Blinking, he looked around.
"Well look who's up," Jack looked up and glared at the hulking figure coming up the stairs and through the door. "It's Jack, the little hero who fell in love with the captive,"
Chuck leaned against the doorjamb and leered. "Well we've got some company for you, and just in time, too,"
Wayne appeared around the doorway, an unconscious Lauren in his arms, bound the way Jack was. He looked at Jack expressionlessly and pushed her onto the bed, where she fell against Jack's body.
"Why don't you two enjoy some time together before we get started with the proceedings, eh?" Chuck leaned in and Jack felt his warm, sour breath on his face. "You'll learn that nobody leaves Chuck. Ever."
The door slammed behind them, but not before Jack caught a glimpse of Wayne's eyes, as he looked back over his shoulder.
"Launnn," Jack mumbled through his gag. He crawled closer to her and moved his face on the musty pillows, dislodging the gag from his mouth. "Lauren! Lauren wake up, are you alright?" He pressed his lips into her face, dry tears squeezing from the sides of his eyes. "Please please be alright," he gasped. He lay his head on her body.
A convulsion in Lauren's stomach roused Jack. He looked up. She was coughing into the gag in her mouth. Jack reached up and pulled it out with his teeth.
"Lauren. Are you alright?" He leaned over her with concern in his eyes. Lauren blinked slowly.
"Where are we? Oh Jack, you're okay,"
"Yes yes I am. Of course I am. How could I not be when you are," Jack sighed. He looked around the room. "Chuck took us to some house. Wayne is with him too and I think they hired someone else, I don't know. Wayne looks like he's thinking really hard though," He lay his cheek against Lauren's. "I'm so sorry for all this. I should've left you alone. I should've listened to you when you said you can't be with.. with someone like me," his voice broke and Lauren felt sadness clench her chest. She bowed her head to his and kissed his lips softly.
"No, I thought I was searching for something but it was you all along," she whispered. Jack raised his head and looked into her eyes. He tightened his jaw.
"We will get out of this. We will. I know Chuck. I just have to give him what he wants. He will let you go."
"No! I'm not leaving without you!"
"Just listen to me. I will get you out of here. Run away where he can't find you. I will look for you then,"
