Chapter 22

Waynes flinched, but he didn’t move away. “Try it bitch. If you succeed, I’ll be saving you a place in Hell. With what I have on you, you’ll be joining me in a short time. Courtesy of the state.”

Jason couldn’t react yet. He could have taken one, maybe two, down, but the dog would get to him before he could get more. He had to wait till they got inside. Better odds, more cover.

They were starting to go inside when a van and another car were pulling in. The driver of the car got out and laughed. “Glad you all didn’t start without me this time.” The city of Los Angles DA laughed and slapped the van. “Spoil my surprise a bit but what the hell.”

The driver of the van got out and snarled as he went around to the sliding door sliding it open. Three men pushed out a set of triplets and a set of twins.

“A request of one of our overseas associates. Virgins one and all. Their masters want their training to start and want them broken on the screen. We are being paid, ladies and gents. Paid nicely to make it look good. Now, as for these gentlemen, they are guests of the state doing some community work for our security. Some of our neighbor watchmen have reported someone snooping around over the last couple of weeks. We don’t want to be interrupted. These fine gents have a practice in dealing with unwanted problems should they show.

Jason cursed. He hadn’t figured for guards. He didn’t have enough charges for them all.

One of the so-called guards stayed outside by the door as the others went inside. Jason hadn’t planned to use the front door anyway. He hoped it lessened the numbers he would have to deal with inside. Provided nothing made the lone guard run inside. He slid slowly back by inches, making as little noise as possible, and made it to the back corner. He pulled on the hidden string and stepped out of the way of the falling rope ladder. He waited a few minutes before shimming up. He thought to just pull the ladder into the room but took a few moments to reset it into its hidden compartment.

The inside of the house smelled musty and lent more to its unkempt status. He tried to move quickly but quietly. He may not have been sure about all the slaves, but he wanted to make sure nothing happened to any of them. The shrinks could sort them out later. He still had to check every room he passed. He didn’t want any surprises. Most were empty. A few had been set up. Some have chains on the walls or on the ceiling. He didn’t want to think of what some of the other devices he saw were for. One was out of a medieval movie dungeon. Fortunately, none of the devices were in use.

It took longer than he wanted to get to the bottom floor. The limited lighting was hindering progress, and he wondered if he shouldn’t have done this another way. He nearly turned back when he saw the lights downstairs. A look and he saw no one.

Every main room was empty except the kitchen. There, he found the other two guards. They were more interested in the food on the countertops than in guarding anything. He watched them for a few minutes. Waynes wasn’t stupid, but he still might have armed them.

The two started to shove each other over something on the counter. They wrestled and shoved more. If the timing was right, Jason lifted the taser and fired. The prongs flew out and struck the back of the neck of the one closest to him. The charge wasn’t enough to do much to the other but gave Jason enough time to reload the taser and fire again. The dropping bodies made a thudding sound that seemed to echo in the empty house. Jason watched the door as he moved forward and searched the two. He was both glad and dismayed they were not armed. He used plastic cuffs to tie them together, double sets. He found a kitchen towel to use as a gag on the chance they woke.

Opening the door that the two had been guarding made Jason stagger back and gag. The stench that came out he had smelled before.

The basement level had not been on the plans he had gotten, and Jason stepped slowly down. He calculated the steps until he got to the bottom. He figured it was at least fifty feet below the ground. He heard the scream and started faster. There were several doors, and he ran to the first. Inside, the old man was tied to a bed, and the girl was naked above him. She was tied spread-eagled as a chain lowered her down and yanked her back up again. The old man didn’t even struggle as he stared up at the girl.

Jason barely stopped, spinning as he aimed and fired the taser again. There, in the corner, was a guy operating a camera. Jason avoided the camera as it panned around. He took a short look at the setup and the control panel that the cameraman used to control the action. He used plastic restraints to cuff the cameraman and left the camera on automatic. The girl wouldn’t be harmed, but she would still be bounced up and down. He had too little time and needed to hurry.

One by one he opened the doors and took out the camera operators. He had only two charges left when he reached the final two rooms. He stopped and ripped the sleeve off his shirt and wrapped it around his face. That smell made the taser useless.

The room was larger than the others. Only here, there was no sex gear. It was a laboratory, but no techs were working in it. Jason rummaged through a shelving unit and found a breather mask. When he got a look at the chemicals and the final product, he was glad he had it. What he found led to more questions, but he moved on and grabbed some of the final product. If it was done correctly, it was dangerous stuff. But he could put it to good use.

The final room was even larger than the lab. The entire room was made up in every corner. Only no camera operators were there. Waynes was off to one side with the male twins. The two were tied together. One was between the other’s legs as Waynes impaled himself into the boy’s backside. He couldn’t even scream as the shoving pushed his mouth down and over the cock of his twin. The woman was with her dog and the pregnant female, and the other gentleman was working over the triplets.

Jason took a long breath and shot the dog with the taser. Reloading as he walked in, the woman screamed as the dog convulsed. All action stopped as Jason moved into the room.

“Who the fuck are you, and how the hell did you get in here?” Waynes bellowed as he stormed toward Jason.

“I am nobody,” Jason raised the taser.

“You can’t get all of us with that,” one of the other men yelled.

Jason studied each section and nodded. “But I can with this,” he raised one of the canisters pulling the pin he tossed it. Then another he tossed the opposite direction for good measure he threw another right at Waynes.

The door smashed just as the canister hit the ground and Jason dove out of the way of the charging guard. With the fumes, Jason couldn’t use the taser as the guard spun around and started running at Jason again. All Jason had was the few canisters. He didn’t think as he pulled one out and popped the pin. Three, two, one Jason counted off before he brought it up and released the gas as dancing around, he big man.

It didn’t take effect right of but the distraction got Jason the chance to slam his hand down on the man’s neck and bring a knee to his face. He let the gas do the rest.

The drug Xavadaloine was a new date rape drug. All those that got ruffied with it were left in catatonic, but not before the person’s mind slipped into a suggestive state. Every city had at least a dozen victims, and several had deaths and few arrests. The drug left the victims with no memory, so even dealers were unknown. None of the task forces could find where it was made. They had made it into a potential weapon, and that made things more complicated.

Jason walked around and made a few suggestions before he took Waynes to one of the camera rooms. Waynes was fighting the gas effects, but no one was immune to the effect. It did give Jason a few opportunities to hit him. Jason shoved Waynes to the corner to wait for the drug to work fully and to deal with the camera equipment. Jason used the equipment in the room as he questioned Waynes about everything.

Two hours later, Jason growled. He cut the recording and grabbed a pair of shears from the table. He cut his cock and balls off, feeding the balls to Waynes as he screamed. Using the sex machine, Jason changed the rubber dildo to Wayne’s cock, using a metal rod to keep it rigid; he set it to the hardest, fastest speed he could. The sudden penetration of his ass made Waynes scream more. It was giving new meaning to go fuck yourself. “That was for Calvin.” Jason snapped a closed hand into Wayne’s side. He left a moment and went to the lab and brought back a torch. Waynes passed out from the combination of pains as the flame seared the area where his cock once was. He had intended that fate for his would-be assassin, but the lab gave him another idea.

He went back and questioned each of the others. He got a lot of the same answers. The one none of them could give was where the drug came from. It took a couple of hours to clean up his trail and use some of the information he had got. The lab didn’t have all he needed, but the vendor the group was using had no issue with providing him with everything else. They didn’t even ask for payment. His exit from the house was easier than getting in. He still used a side window, but he didn’t need a ladder. It wouldn’t have been as hard if not for the bag he was carrying.

Stage one was done, and he still had the dangerous part to go. He rested a little a few minutes from where the chemicals would be delivered. He had to do things the hard way but he got the chemicals mixed and prepped. He needed the next stage to get to where he would be able to complete his plans.

The police had received the first message just after he left the house. He found some news coverage but it was limited. He was meeting with Selena when three more messages went out. One to the largest news station in the city and one to the largest radio station and the state attorney. An hour and a fourth went out to the DEA and the fifth to the FBI. They were exiting the movies when a bulk mail went out to every state police office.

Selena insisted on meeting for breakfast before classes the next day to review the material he had missed. He could have said no, but they went for a fast-food option and sat in a park. He even let her drive so he could think.

Jason just had coffee considering the potential his plans for that afternoon could yield. Thinking about it had him starting to consider what was going on with Selena and he started to think about severing the relationship. Some parts of his life would not be good for a woman like her to get involved in. His plans for that evening came to mind.

“Jason,” Selena shouted.

“What?” he shook off the fog and focused on her.

“You okay? You were staring and not moving or responding to me.” She had a concern in her tone and had turned his head toward her. Jason got lost in her eyes once again.

“I’m fine. Just some work issues going through my head.”

It was one of those days. Time just slowed to a crawl. The professors were going on and on about the same material they had already and they all kept asking Jason questions. They had ignored him to that point, mostly.

He dropped Selena off with her friends, apologizing for having to go. He checked on the supplies he had stored away. He was walking into the factory parking lot and visions of Selena came to him. Her long black hair her lovely brown eyes sweet coffee complexation gave him pause. It was brief as he made it through the entranceway.

He was near a stairway going up when three men rushed out and blocked him.

“You are one stupid mother fucker,” a voice from above laughed. Warren Cornet stood at the top of the stairs. His grin reminded Jason of the plate of food he hand-delivered. “You saved us the issue of looking for you. I am going to make you die very slowly.”

One of the men around Jason jumped, and the three started attacking Jason. He was on the ground and being kicked when another voice called out.

“Stop. Bring him here.”

Jason coughed and spit up some blood as they carried him to the office. Warren didn’t look very happy as he stood behind the desk with his two associates. An older man was at the desk, and he waved his hand. Two of the three yanked on Jason’s arms and had him stiff as the third searched him. Everything in his pockets was tossed on the desk. Jason was tossed to the floor, and the three men stepped back to cover the doorway.

“So which is it, stupid or crazy?” the old man asked as Jason crawled to his feet.

“Maybe both,” he sputtered as he wiped his mouth. “Either way, I am where I am at my choosing.” He looked around the office and stumbled a bit. “I came to give you a chance.”

There was a roar of laughter. “A chance at what? Killing you? That’s not a chance, fool. That’s a reality. The only reason you’re not dead now is that I want to know why.”

Jason shrugged as he looked at the display on the wall. “We are all dead. It’s all a matter of when we lie down and not get back up. Some of us do it sooner than others.”

“You. You are not stupid, but you come here. Knowing the results. You had the opportunity to get extremely rich. You could have vanished in the world and never been found. Yet you asked for pocket change.” The old man spun in his chair and pointed at several large metal cases on the shelf behind him. “That is just this week. So again, I ask, why?”