Mark groaned loudly as the doctor pulled the wrappings tight.  The doctor finished up as she told him casually.  "Sorry. Is that too tight? Should I loosen it"?  Mark shook his head and reached up to stroke the bindings around his wound tenderly.  The doctor gave him a brief hopeful smile, adding.  "At least, we were able to retrieve the bullet. Your shoulder will heal much faster without that complication. Just don't do anything to strain the stitches".  Mark gave her another nod, before she walked out.  He didn't have time to be screwing around here.  He wouldn't even have come... but the shock had knocked him out... and David had taken him here.  They had taken so long just to stitch him up.  He thought he was going to go mad.  He needed to get to Jack NOW!  Otherwise, there was no telling what Orson would do to Jack!  Mark bolted off the bed to grab his shirt.  He was leaving NOW!  He didn't have time for paperwork and questions.  Just as he was putting his arms through his tank-top, David slipped into the room.  Mark shot him just a quick look, before pulling on his shirt and snapping back.  "Don't try to stop me, David. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have too".

David placed a hand on his shoulder comfortingly and Mark took a side step away from him.  What was he doing?  He didn't get a chance to ask, because David lifted up his phone for him to see.  His voice turning hesitantly.  "Before you go. You should see this. It just started streaming a few minutes ago. I'm not sure you want to see...".  Mark barely heard him.  The second he saw what was on David's phone, his heart twisted up in agony.  Snatching the phone from David's hand, Mark turned away from him to watch the stream.  It looked like a cement room with red painted walls.  Chained upright against the wall was Jack.  His head was hung like he had been drugged or knocked out.  They had removed everything off of him expect his Septiceye collar.  Baring him for all to see.  Suddenly a man appeared in the shot wearing a large grey metal wolf mask.  The second he started talking Mark knew who he was.  Orson.  Orson gestured to Jack's body stating to the camera.  "Here is an exotic find. Some of you may already know who he is.  Others may not.  This is Sean William Mcloughlin. Known to some around the world as the celebrity youtuber 'Jacksepticeye'. He's twenty-seven years old. He's in perfect health. He is Irish born and bred. He has a thick accent and a set of pipes that could tickle the fancy for those of you into screamers. And if he wasn't exotic enough for you. Did I also mention he's a blue eyed boy"?

Mark's grip tightened on the phone and he wanted to look away... but he couldn't.  Jack needed him... and even if he didn't know it... Mark was watching.  Orson took a step closer to the camera, telling the views proudly.  "If you're interested in him give our operators a call.  Be sure to state what you desire. For those of you still on the fence, let's give you a small demonstration of the product".  Orson snapped his fingers and another figure entered into the scene.  The man was shirtless with tight leather pants and a large shiny brass rabbit head.  Judging by the scars and build, Mark guessed it had to be Trevor.  Trevor approached Jack slowly, lifting his hand to tap Jack's cheek a few times.  When Jack didn't appear to wake up, Trevor lowered his hand down to one of Jack's nipples and pinched it between him thumb and index finger.  To Mark's surprise, Jack slowly raised his head.  Revealing a dark aggressive look.  Mark had never seen him so cold looking.  Had he even been knocked out this whole time?  Jack's hands quickly curled around to grip the chains holding him up, before he lifted up his legs and kicked Trevor square in the chest.  Trevor was knocked back with such force that the camera lost sight of him as he fell out of frame, but Mark could hear the loud 'clang' as the rabbit mask hit the cement floor.

Mark chuckled a bit more relieved that Jack was still fighting.  They hadn't broken his spirit yet.  Orson told the camera then promptly.  "I guess I should mention that he has some of the famous Irish fighting spirit. Don't worry though, if you want to request time with him. We will keep him restrained and drugged up just enough to keep him docile and wanting. Bidding for time with him starts at thirty-nine thousand dollars; American currency.  If you want 'other' pieces from him.  The price differs depending on the quantity of the piece you desire".  Mark's eyes drifted away from Orson as a man in a lab coat approached Jack in the background.  Jack thrashed against his restraints and tried to kick the man every time he drew too close, while yelling out loudly.  "Stay the fuck away from me! Don't touch me you sick fuck"!  The man waited for Jack to kick out before snatching one of his legs and pressing his fingers to a spot high on Jack's thigh.  Jack let out a sharp squeal in pain, hesitating just long enough for the man to move in closer.  Was Jack hurt?  Mark pulled the phone closer hoping to see.  Had they hurt him? 

Orson stepped out of the way for the viewers to get a good view as Jack tried to stay away from the man.  It was pointless, but Jack suddenly turned to face the man.  Quickly spitting at the man's face, before biting the man's hand.  The second the man took a step back in pain, Jack began to kick him in the ribs over and over!  Mark couldn't stop the smirk spreading across his face as the man tried to yank his hand free from Jack's mouth.  Jack had always resisted when they played together... but this was more than enough proof to show Mark that Jack enjoyed him playing with him.... Otherwise, wouldn't Jack have done this to him?  Behind him, David solemnly told him.  "He's got some fight in him... but Mark... You know what they will do to break him. What are we going to do"?  Mark kept his eyes on the phone, when he answered softly.  "He's looking for buyers. So, we give him a buyer".  David softly prodded him on.  "And then what? That gets us in... but that doesn't get them out".  Mark finally lowered the phone, turning around to face David as he added in a deep threatening voice.  "You let me worry about getting them out. You just get everyone together".  

Mark watched David nod, before turning his eyes back to the phone.  A new figure was standing before Jack now.  Dressed in ripped up black jeans and a large shiny brass bull mask, the man had Jack's throat in his grasp.  Mark clenched his teeth angrily.  Rodger.  He had a score to settle with Rodger and if he hurt Jack in anyway... He was going to see just how 'tough' Rodger thinks he is.  Prying his eyes away from the phone, Mark shoved it against David's chest roughly.  Bitterly snapping over his shoulder as he passed by David for the door.  "Let's go. I don't need to see anymore".  To Be Continued...