Jack looked around when he woke up. He knew he definitely wasn't at home because he was tied to a chair. The last thing he remembered was hanging out with Mac at his apartment.
He looked at the ground in front of him and made out the shape of Mac. He was also tied up and still unconscious.
Jack opened his mouth to try and wake him up, but was interrupted by the door opening. A man walked inside, looking directly at Jack. He didn't look familiar at all.
Jack frowned, "Where do I know you from?"
"You don't, neither does your friend."
"Do I get a name?" Jack asked, trying to pull the attention off Mac.
"Maybe," he said.
Jack didn't like this, didn't like how calm the man was acting. And he hadn't failed to notice the bucket and towel the man had brought in with him. He knew exactly what was going to happen, and he could just hope that it was going to happen to him. But the man was looking at Mac, not him.
“What do you want?” Jack asked, trying once again to pull the attention on himself.
“Nothing from you,” the man said looking back at the unconscious form on the ground, “But your friend will be very useful to us.”
Jack felt a wave of anger run through him, “Don’t you dare lay a hand on him!”
“Oh we won’t...but you will.”
“What...what are you talking about?”
“I think being tortured by someone you’re close to will convince you to talk faster, won’t it Dalton?”
Jack laughed, “You really expect that you can convince me to hurt him?”
“Oh you will do what we say or we’ll kill him.”
Jack smiled, “Killing him will make sure you don’t get what you want.”
“We don’t need both of you...killing him is a good way to get your mouth open.”
Jack hesitated. There was no way he could hurt Mac, no matter what. But if it meant keeping him alive, would he do it?
“There are worse things than death,” the man threatened, “And your friend is quite pretty. My men and I would enjoy him.”
Jack clenched his fists. There was no way he was going to let these men lay a hand on Mac. The man must have read the decision on his face because he said,
“The only way you can protect him is listening to what I say,” he said handing Jack a bucket and a towel, “Now, let’s get you started…”
A few more men came inside, untying him. They stuck a comm into his ear. Then they all left the room.
"Remember what's at stake. Don't speak a word to him or he will be punished. We're watching you," was said into his ear.
"Now tie him to the chair."
Jack listened. His hands were shaking already. He wanted to whisper how sorry he was, but he knew the comms would pick up on the softest words.
"Throw a bucket of water over him to wake him up. Then you know what to do next."
"Aren't you going to ask him anything?"
"Don't question me, just do what I say. Or we will not restrain ourselves."
Jack flinched. He slowly walked over to the pipe and filled up the bucket. He hesitated before tossing the water over Mac.
Mac was awake in an instant. He coughed looking around. His eyes locked on Jack. He looked confused at the fact that Jack wasn't tied up.
"Jack? Where are we? What's going on?"
Jack didn't answer, instead turning around to refill the bucket. When he looked at Mac, he tried to express how sorry he was through his eyes. Then he walked up behind Mac.
"Jack?" Mac asked turning around to look at him.
"Pull his head back by his hair," the voice interrupted, "Is it as soft as it looks?"
Jack couldn't believe he was doing this, but he grabbed Mac by the hair, pulling his head back.
"Jack! What are you-"
Jack covered his face and started pouring water on his face. Jack couldn't see through all his tears. Mac was struggling against the ropes and Jack. He was making chocking noises.
Jack was about to stop, when he heard,
"Not yet, wait until he's unconscious."
And Jack did just that...he hated what he was doing, but he had no choice.