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Jake paced the mansion’s carpet, deep in thought. Amy was back at the Nine-Nine, probably trying to track down proof to get Nucci. He wished she was here - not in actuality of course, given his and Rosa’s proximity to machine guns - but he felt more than a little stressed, and needed to hear her voice. It’d been a while since he’d been kidnapped- Hoytsman’s clammy hands handing him a gun, turning it so the muzzle was pointed at his temple, wrapping Jake’s fingers around the trigger.
At least this time Debbie wasn’t trying to drug him. He glanced towards the cocaine. Well, yet.
“So, you still think Debbie’s a good person?” Rosa asked, glaring at him from the chair she was currently tied to, surprising him out of his thoughts.
“Not gonna lie, the whole dad reveal did not help my case.” Jake said.
“You need to get the gun away from her.”
“I know, but how do I get close enough?”
“There’s one way. She clearly has a thing for you.”
“What?” Jake frowned, “I think you’re wrong about that.”
“I’m not wrong.”
“Alright.” Jake wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “I’m going to use her burner phone to call the Nine-Nine.”
Jake started walking towards the phone, but quickly stopped as Debbie bounced down the stairs, wrapped in a fur coat.
“Look what I found! Do you like it Jake?”
“Uh- yeah, I love it! Real Cruella de Vil vibes.”
“I’m not Cruella de Vil, I would never hurt dogs. I’m Perdita!”
“Who?”
“The romantic lead of the film!”
Seeing his blank expression, she added, “Pongo’s wife!”
Jake frowned.
“The girl dog!”
“Oh my gosh, yes, you look exactly like Perdita!” Jake nodded emphatically, eyes glancing to the burner phone.
“Thank you so much.” Debbie stepped forward into his space, one hand coming out and brushing along his arm. She leaned in, eyes closing - as if to kiss him, though she was still much too far to do so.
Jake felt a flash of discomfort, and said, “Hey, Debbie? Can I have your phone so I can take your picture? You’ll totally want to gram this. I mean, the house, this coat, you’re gonna want to show this off to people, right?”
“That is such a good idea! I do want to show off to people!”
Debbie handed him the phone, then ran around to different parts of the mansion, having him take photos.
As he did, he sent a quick text to Amy’s phone - the new address, don’t respond - and then deleted the message.
All the while, she pressed herself closer to him, leaning on his shoulder to look at the photos, grabbing his arm to pull him towards a better lighting angle.
The gun was still in her hand, still too close. Still ever so slightly aimed at him.
“Maybe we should get a few shots without the gun, Debs?” Jake asked.
“Oh my gosh, Debs! My first ever nickname!” Her voice was loud in his ear.
“Isn’t Debbie a - nevermind.” Jake didn’t want to argue - and not just because the gun was still in her hands. He was beginning to feel nauseous - that familiar, creeping edge of drop from a dom yelling at him. Normally he’d have no issues ignoring it, but everything was beginning to compound - Rosa was angry with him, Debbie was yelling, the gun aimed at his head, the chamber clicking empty. Hoytsman loading it with the bullet that would soon be in Jake’s skull
Jake nearly vomited. He could push this down. He could stay in control.
Debbie slung her arm over his shoulder, placing a kiss on his cheek. “You do look like Mr. Bean you know.”
“Thanks.” Jake said uncomfortably, resisting the urge to pull away. Well, Rosa was definitely right - she did have a thing for him.
“Well, uh, Debs,” Jake said, “Since we’re going to finish this deal we’ll need a place to hole up, where the cops can’t find us.” He lifted a hand and patted her on the back - unsure of how to show affection. “Maybe we should be boyfriend-girlfriend.”
It was a terrible segue, and obviously false, but Debbie lit up.
“Oh my gosh yes! We totally are, babe.”
“Yep. So, I was thinking-”
“Yeah babe?”
“Is there anywhere specific you-”
“Go on babe!” Debbie grinned, “It’s just so fun to say that!”
“Sure is.” Jake nodded.
“We should go to Canada, babe. Then we’ll kiss at the pavilion.” Whether intentional or not, she said it - we will kiss - with heavy command, her tone dripping with expectation.
Jake felt his knees go weak, ever so slightly. “Why wait until then?” He asked.
Debbie squealed, wrapping him in a hug - press of gunmetal cool against his back. She pressed her lips into his - she was sweaty from the cocaine, he noticed automatically, even as his hands began to sweat - and she rapidly deepened it, as if trying to shove her entire tongue down his throat.
It was all he could do to keep himself upright - he could feel her free hand slide down his back, grabbing onto his butt.
Jake broke off the kiss, trying to take a step back - but the gun didn’t give against his back.
“Babe, what is it?”
“Just- maybe this would be easier without the gun,” Jake offered.
“What does a gun have to do with kissing?” Debbie asked, “Oh, I know! Let’s have sex! That’d be fun!”
Jake could feel Rosa’s eyes burning into the back of his head.
“Oh, uh, maybe not now, I don’t really want Rosa to see me naked-”
“Oh, I can kill her real quick-” Debbie lifted the gun, pointing it at Rosa.
Jake reached for it, trying to pull it out of her hands.
“Hi-yah!” Debbie screamed, kicking him in the knee, and slamming the butt of the gun down onto his shoulder.
Jake felt something pop, as his footing slipped and he hit the ground - pain shooting up his right shoulder and arm.
“What the hell, babe?” Debbie asked, pointing the gun at him, one foot pressing down on his stomach. “Get up.” Her command -- with pain still radiating out, with the stress of the situation - hit him like a train.
“I can’t.” Jake said weakly, gesturing with his left arm to her foot.
Debbie took her foot off of him, and she pointed to the chair she had beside Rosa. “Go over there.”
With the gun pointed at him, it wasn’t like he had a choice - and with the way she was speaking, he wasn’t sure he did, anyways.
He staggered over to Rosa, one hand landing on the arm of the chair for support. He felt dizzy, and his nausea was getting worse. He fought back the bile in his throat, willing himself not to vomit in front of Rosa.
“Jake,” Rosa hissed, “What’s happening? You look-”
“Sit down!”
Jake’s legs gave out - terrifyingly, without his telling them to - and he half-collapsed into the chair.
Everything was getting fuzzy around the edges, and he had to use what felt like most of his brain capacity to focus his vision in on Debbie, who was flouncing over with duct tape.
He felt pressure on his arms - his right one protesting as it was wrenched from where he had tucked it against his chest - as Debbie restrained him.
Ropes tying his hands down, his legs, Hoytsman shoving a gag into his mouth that reeked of liquor-
Debbie looked at him for a moment, and then leaned in to kiss him.
Jake craned his head back- but he had nowhere to go.
Her lips captured his, and her free hand slid down his chest, coming to stop dangerously close to the waistband of his pants.
“Debbie,” Rosa warned, voice cold, “Let’s not do anything stupid-”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” Debbie yelled, mouth inches from Jake’s ear.
Jake flinched.
“Babe,” She said, redirecting her attention to Jake - her hand staying where it was. “Is it bad that I like you like this?”
“Well, I’d prefer to not be tied up…” Jake said after a pause, trying to discern what she was asking him. His brain was moving at an incremental pace, and all he could see in front of him was blurred shapes. He was scared for a reason, he knew that- something about a gun? But his world was rapidly narrowing down to a very simple situation.
A dom wanted something from him.
It was his job to give it. He fought against that - Amy, he had to remember Amy. He was owned - though he wasn’t wearing his collar to show it - and besides, she told him he only had to do things that he wanted to.
But if a dom willed it hard enough, didn’t it become something he wanted?
“This is so you don’t escape. I bet you’re going to just tell me more beautiful lies with that mouth of yours.”
“They don’t have to be lies,” Jake offered.
“You don’t have to say anything at all.” Debbie replied, tossing the gun aside. Then, she stepped forward, straddling him in the chair. Leaning in, she kissed him once more, her hands slipping down to the bottom of his shirt and beginning to hike it up, buttons popping open.
“Debbie, stop!” Rosa’s voice was angry-
Jake whined. He couldn’t- he was doing what he was supposed to, why was someone still mad at him?
“Good boy,” Ethan’s voice crooned, even as his grip on Jake’s wrists left bruises. “You’re so good when you just shut up and obey.”
Jake gave in, letting Debbie’s hands run up his bare skin, her touch hurting even though she wasn’t doing anything painful. He let her kiss him, because he simply had no other choice.
There was a doorbell ring, and she broke away from him.
“Stay there!” She told him, getting off and hurrying to the door.
“Jake?” Rosa’s voice whispered to him. “Jake, are you okay? Say something man.”
Jake shook his head. If he opened his mouth he was going to either scream or throw up, and neither of those options sounded pleasant. It was a good thing he was sitting, he told himself, or else he surely would’ve collapsed to the ground.
“NYPD!”
Jake looked, but he couldn’t see - everything was a blur of movement and colors. He felt pressure at his arm - one of the blurs of people coming up to untie him, and he heard a man’s voice - Terry’s? - say something unintelligible involving his name.
“Amy,” He managed to get out. He needed her - she would hold him and her touch wouldn’t hurt, she’d make everything better. He’d kissed someone else but she wouldn’t be mad at him until later, until he could see and think.
The blur-Terry moved over to Rosa, and then someone - Amy, Amy - was coming up and taking his face in her hands.
It took everything he had to focus in on the words being spoken around him.
“-safe, I have you.”
“He’s dropping.” Rosa’s voice was clipped, “She threw around commands and roughed him up.”
“Jake, can you stand?”
Amy wanted him to get up. He stood, and then promptly his legs gave out. He should’ve hit the ground, but Amy eased him down, helping him to lean against the paneling of the wall.
It would’ve been better if he’d fallen and gotten hurt. He deserved it.
Amy’s fingers were on his shirt. “I’m just gonna button these back up for you,” She said, voice slightly shaky. “Don’t want you to get cold, now.”
Jake grabbed her hands with his own, closing his eyes. The world seemed to now be spinning violently, all the motion in the room overwhelming him.
“Babe?” She asked.
“Now be a good boy and open those eyes.”
In front of him was Hoytsman, gun pressed against his knee. “Swallow the fucking pill.” He commanded. Jake felt something between his teeth.
It was a bullet.
“Oh, forgot to load it!” Hoytsman said cheerfully, holding up the gun - dark blood beginning to pour out of the barrel, dripping down over his hand and onto Jake’s shoes.
Jake frowned, then- as Hoytsman turned his back - spat out the bullet. It hit the ground with a clink.
“There it is!” Hoytsman picked it up, and loaded it into the gun - fingers dripping with sticky blood. “Now go on. Pull the trigger.” He handed the gun to Jake.
Jake stared at it, then, lifting it, aimed it at Hoytsman’s head.
No. That wasn’t what happened. He was too weak to do that. Jake turned the gun on himself, and fired.
“Hoytsman,” Jake managed to get out. “Where is he?”
“Hoy- he, he’s not here. It was Debbie, Jake.” Amy’s voice was coming through - her hand was in his hair, stroking it.
Jake shook his head. “No, no, I saw him. I saw him, he was just…” Looking around, Jake felt even more confused. Instead of the inside of a freezer truck, he was in a fancy looking mansion, sitting on hardwood floor and facing towards gaudy wallpaper and a very, very concerned looking Amy. The chaos of the room had died down significantly - in fact, it was empty, save for the two of them.
“I don’t understand,” Jake frowned, “I wasn’t- I wasn’t here. I was… I thought I was…” His hands came up to touch Amy’s shoulders, pulling her into an embrace.
“I thought I was back there.”
“Oh, Jake.” She whispered, sounding like her heart was breaking, “You’re with me. You’re safe. No one’s going to hurt you, or drug you.”
Jake buried his face in her collarbone, closing his eyes.
“I don’t want to be here.” He said.
“I’ll take you home.” She said. “Do you think you can stand now?”
Jake shook his head. “Let’s just sit here for a while longer.”
They sat for a while, Jake lost in thought - those his brain was beginning to function again, thankfully. With it came guilt.
"Debbie- I didn't want to kiss her, you know." Jake said abruptly, turning to look at Amy.
Amy's eyebrows raised. "She kissed you?"
"Yeah. And she- uh," Jake felt his face begin to turn red. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to submit to her, I just... got confused."
"Nothing to be sorry for, Jake." Amy's voice was kind, "We've been over this before, and we'll talk about it as many times as you need. Being forced to do something is not cheating. I'll never be upset at you because of that, no matter what might've happened."
"I feel dirty." Jake admitted, "Kissing her was to try to get the gun away-"
"I don't care, you didn't consent to it." Amy cut him off, voice gentle. "Being held at gunpoint doesn't count, and you know that."
"I do." Jake nodded. "But it still feels wrong."
"Well, I'm telling you it's not." Amy said, nudging him, "And I'll tell you that as many times as I need to to get it throught hat thick skull of yours."
"We're gonna be sitting here for a while, then." Jake tried for a joke.
Amy didn't laugh. She just looked sad.
"I don't mind." She said. "As long as it takes."