Promises

*curls in corner and hides* My gawd, I am a terrible person for putting Jak through what I did in this chapter! Not to mention how much of a bastard I made Errol…

I think it would be wise to mention that no matter how sick or twisted this story becomes, I do not approve or support these things in real life. And if you do not like reading about rape/torture, I’d advise you to skip this chapter.

Once again, point of view changes are separated by a row of plus signs.

Chapter 5: Disastrous Descent

+++(POV: Jak)++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The blade is removed and I hold my breath, waiting for the next cut…but it doesn't come. The moments creep slowly by as I lay there; my back throbs as beads of sweat trace multiple paths along my face…waiting. And hoping against hope that he is finished with me for tonight…

"I suppose we'll have to play a little more. Our scientists have discovered something new that I think you'll enjoy."

Guess not…

He chuckles and I can almost see his lips curving into that twisted smile. The sound of his voice causes a shudder deep within my heart that begins to spread outward in a mild spasm which soon has my whole body trembling.

"Damn…what---?"
My thoughts disappear as I feel a warm liquid poured into my raw flesh. In mere seconds, my back erupts in a torrent of pain…and it feels like I'm burning….

…He's burning me alive….

"Keep quiet! DON'T SCREAM!"

My inner voice begs, pleads with me…but I can't….

It hurts too much…and my will was weakened long ago…

"No; you're stronger than this! Just hang on; he'll come for you…"


"Such a versatile substance; Dark Eco. When injected into the body and electrified, its potency triples," even though my ears have started buzzing, the hated voice still filters through, "but when you boil it down even further into its raw liquid form, the potency increases tenfold. It creeps slowly into any bit of broken or wounded flesh and works its way throughout the body; leaving behind a burning trail of…well, to compare the liquid form and the raw liquid form, one calls to mind fire and lava…"

My taut fingers dig into the smooth steel I lay upon and scrape deep scratches in the floor as they trace a jagged path along the cold metal. My body spasms again as the burning intensifies and I think with dismay that it won't be long now…

"Give me five minutes with the bastard and you'll be free."

"NO!"

"…Fire ignites and spreads quickly, burns until it runs out of fuel, and then dies down, usually leaving behind charred, blackened remains..."

I feel like I've been thrown into a deep pit of white hot fire….and I can't take it for much longer…

"Let me out…"

"…Not again…please…"

"However; lava flows slowly, searing everything in its path inch by painful inch…and leaves nothing behind but ash…"

"I can help you…just let me out because you know what he'll do to you if you scream…"

"…yes, but that isn't as bad as what he's doing to me now."

"I wouldn't bet on it…but if that's how you feel; go ahead. Scream…and see what happens with--"

"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

”…too late.”

"Heh, now we're getting somewhere..."

"F--fuck you……you…b--bastard…" I can only whisper, spitting out words that once, long ago, were so foreign to me. But a life such as the one I've been forced to lead has changed me so drastically…

“…I-I…h-hate…yo-you…” Anything above a whisper would cause my lungs to burn, but I know he can hear the malice I feel towards him. I cough; my voice thick with pain and saliva. Speaking doesn't relieve the anguish, but it gives me focus…

His only reply is to drip a little more of the substance upon my back and I scream again, "See? That wasn't so hard, was it, Boy?"

…Pain. Torture. Fear. It is by these that he rules and no matter how much I want to kill him…to make him pay for all he's done to me…I can't…because I am his slave…his victim. Somehow, and I'm not sure how it happened, he made me believe that long ago…

No…I know how it happened…and I feel ashamed…dirty…and so alone because of it…

The mix of hurt, despair, and total loss overcomes me and I let go…like I always do…let go and openly begin to cry….

The trickle of tears becomes a steady torrent and because he has such a powerful hold over me, I cry in front of him…let him see the weakness and loss of will…because he broke me long ago…

My sobs echo around the small chamber as the searing pain continues its torturous path through my system and I begin to tremble at the thought of the dark, terrifying force within me that begs to be set free…And then the realization hits again that I'm in the hands of a sadistic madman and I have nothing left in which to defend myself.

I've lost the will to fight….lost not because I'm not strong enough or smart enough…but because he wins every time…and every time I end up where I began…alone…in the dark…and waiting in fear…because the cycle will repeat itself until I'm dead…

"No…he will come for you…have faith in him…"

But as I feel his rough hands grip my hips and pull me up onto my hands and knees; I know that even if you do come, it's already too late….

He presses his body against mine; I let out one shuddering sigh as my chest tightens with fear at what is to come.

“By the way, my Dark Eco Freak,” he emphasizes those mocking words with a knowing thrust of his hips against my bare flesh, “We’ve decided to double your daily intake of electrified Eco….starting tonight.”

“No….NO!” I claw the floor, desperation and panic overtaking everything else, as I try to get away. But Errol’s sharp nails dig deeply into my hips and he holds me in place. I am too overcome with pain to struggle for long and my arms give out. My chin hits the unforgiving steel with a sickening thud and with one final, choked sob, I cease resisting. It’s too late anyway…

”Help me…Daxter.”

+++(POV: Daxter)+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

"Hang on Jak…Just please hang on…"

The all-too-familiar words escape my lips as I squeeze my body through the small drainpipe nestled within a broken corner of Haven City Prison, pushing the small bundle before me. Finally, after all the months of watching…waiting…and hoping….the time has come. My heart pounds against my small chest as I begin my descent into the maze of ductwork which will lead me to the heart of the ventilation system…and the heart of the prison….

"I'm coming Jak…I'm coming…."

I can only hope that it's not already too late….

+++(POV: Jak)++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++


“Uhn…!” I only allow myself one small utterance as the sickeningly familiar sensation of Errol’s engorged manhood thrusts into my unwilling entrance, tearing flesh that is still sore and broken from his last visit.

I try not to think of what he’s doing, squeezing my eyes shut as his forceful impacts reopen even the wounds deep within me; bile rises in my throat as I realize, once again, that these wounds will probably never heal.

Nothing short of Death will release me from this nightmare which defies even Hell.

“Come now, Freak,” Errol’s low voice whispers huskily in my ear, “You can do better than that…”

Yes, you could do better, Jak…I could rip his balls off and shove them down his throat…

Shut UP!

“…UHN!” stars explode before my eyes as Errol rams himself more forcefully into my abused entrance; by the time he’s all the way in, I’m slick with blood and sweat; my body still burns from the aftershocks of the concentrated Dark Eco. It has crept into every crevice of my essence and I force myself to breathe even as the pain threatens to cut off my air supply for good.

Errol pauses at this point and runs a slick, wet tongue along the edge of my ear, “Let me hear it, boy.”

I cannot even react as he pulls out and forces himself within me again, “Just three little words.”

Stubbornly, I grit my teeth and hold back the screams bubbling against my tightly pursed lips even as Errol’s pace increases…he will not have the satisfaction of hearing me again.

“Those three little words you uttered so lovingly to me…the first time I made you my own.”

You idiot! Let me FINISH HIM!!!

But I cannot even answer that terrifying darkness within me as Errol continues to mercilessly pound into me. I try to block out the burning pain still searing every cell within my body…try to ignore the fact that the blood running down my legs is creeping a crimson-stained path towards my palms….and try to bear it just a little longer….
“Hang on….just hang on…”

I feel Errol shudder and I release one long, anguished howl as the hateful man empties his seed inside of me. His breath tickles the broken flesh on my back, hot….and oh so disgusting…

And once again, I cannot help the consuming feelings of defilement and dirtiness that sweep over my body and swirl throughout the very recesses of my consciousness. I allow my arms to fold under me and I collapse upon the steel floor, breath ragged and laced with the metallic tang of blood and Dark Eco.

“I-I…I’ll…kill you…” I gasp, another wave of shame washing over me at the thought that this very psychopath holds my entire being in the palm of his hand…no, I am more insignificant than that.

“Oh my, that won’t do at all…where’s the emotion? That feeling of pure malice behind those very words?”

I am nothing more than a pile of ash he can toss to the winds at any moment….it is by his will, and his alone, that I am allowed to live….or die…and there’s no way in hell he’ll kill me just yet.

“This will not do,”
Errol tugs on my hips and obediently I pick myself up off the floor, knees and forearms resting upon steel that is glistening in the lantern light with blood, sweat, and traces of Dark Eco. I turn my hands inward and rest my forehead against them as I patiently await whatever it is he has planned.



“ How can you let him do this to you?! You were a Hero, dammit!”

A…Hero? Was I really? Or was that just another fantasy I concocted to help me deal with all of this?

“Guess we’ll have to try something else.”

Perhaps I’ve been his prisoner for much longer than I’ve led myself to believe…

I hear the click of something near my ear and simultaneously feel a heavy weight around my neck. My eyes snap open, fingers scrabbling to feel the heavy metal ring around my throat, fastened a bit too tightly to breathe normally. Suddenly the ring is pulled back and I am mortified at my new predicament. He’s got me chained…like some kind of animal….

“I didn’t say you could move.”

Body quivering, I return to my previous position, but jerk forward as I feel the hard neck of the hellish bottle probing my entrance, and the burning heat of its hateful contents hits the broken flesh inside of me. I scream; keeping silent doesn’t matter anymore. He jerks back on the chain, and I choke as the bottle is thrust deeper within my bruised and bleeding entrance. My arms give out and my jaw hits the cold hard steel yet again. I don’t even feel the pain; it is grossly outweighed by the anguish he is inflicting upon me.

“DAMMIT!—Y-Y-YOU B-BASTARD!”

“Well, still not what I was looking for, but I guess it’ll have to do,” he laughs, petting my head as I lie there panting with the pain and exhaustion from this new sickening humiliation.

See, Jak? It can get worse…much worse…than before….

My tormentor laughs, leaving the hateful bottle within me as he gathers his things and gets ready to leave. I only know the bottle is removed by the sickening pop it makes; only know the collar is released by the click next to my ear. My body has gone numb and I cannot move, even as the door opens and pale light shines down upon me from the outer hallway. The outside world; so close and yet so far….so far beyond my reach.

“Throw some clothes on him and bring him to the Hub,” I hear him say nonchalantly to the guards outside before the door slides shut and I am once more enclosed in darkness.

My only response is one tired, defeated cough. The outside world is so far away.

~To be continued!~