Chapter Eleven
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AJ stood at the end of the bed and looked down at Aileen. "God, what had
they done to her?" he wondered. A better question would be - what hadn't
they done to her? She was covered with bruises, one eye looked like it
would be black before too long, it was already starting to swell closed and
there was a small line of dried blood near her nose. AJ thought it looked
broken. He stole a glance around the room and saw Kevin slumped in the
chair, a pool of blood on the floor around him. AJ sucked in a small
breath and felt his legs go weak. He realized why Nick had done what he
did, he would do whatever they told him to do as well.
Dean pushed AJ forward and shoved the gun harder into his back. "Don't tell me I have to force you as well?" he sighed. "No sir, I'll do whatever you say." AJ said meekly. "Just, could you tell me, is my friend over there, is he still alive?" "Does he look very lively, to you?" Dean asked, kicking Kevin's foot. This caused Kevin's body to slide down in the chair somewhat and AJ could see the gruesome injury to his chest clearly. "Oh Lord," he thought. "None of us are getting out of this alive." "What would you like me to do, sir?" he asked quietly. "Fuck her, what do you think?" Dean went over to the video camera. "And make it good." AJ removed his clothes and lay on top of Aileen gently. Her eyes were glazed over and AJ assumed she had gone into shock. "Don't worry Lee." he said to her, softly. "I'm not going to do anything else to you. Bone's acting talent will be put to good use here. I won't hurt you." he repeated. AJ proceeded to put on the performance of his life. After several minutes, he rolled off of her and sighed. He gently kissed her forehead and told her not to worry again. "I know you don't want me to, but, I'm gonna try to be a hero anyway, Lee. There's no way out, otherwise." Dean came over as AJ was dressing. "That was excellent, exactly what we needed!" "Well, just between you and me, sir," confided AJ, as he pulled his shirt over his head "I always wanted a piece of her, but she never looked my way. It's not the best way to get it, but, hey - it's better than nothing right?" AJ felt sick to his stomach as he uttered those words, nothing could be further from the truth, but he had to get Dean to drop his guard. If lying like this was the only way to do it, so be it. He would apologize after. "She's good, isn't she?" Dean said, slapping AJ on the back. "Well, it would have been nice if she wasn't almost comatose." AJ snickered "But, like I said, it's better than none at all." AJ noticed Dean had set his gun on the bedside table while he had been taping. It was less than an arms reach away, he had to move slowly, Dean couldn't suspect what he was thinking of. AJ sat down on the bed again. "So, have you heard anything about the ransom yet? There shouldn't be any problem in getting that amount to you in a hurry." As he talked, AJ tried to turn his body so that he could slid his arm behind him and grab the gun, unnoticed. But Dean never took his eyes off him.
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