HARRY'S POV:
When we got to the room with the strap table, there she still was. Lying on it, strapped down.
Whimpering quietly as she stared straight up to the ceiling. Thank God, she seemed fine, considering. Sir was nowhere in sight. Vince pushed me into the room and pushed me away hard so I stumbled into a table. I heard Jenna gasp, and she whipped her head sideways to look. Her eyes widened when she saw me. "HARRY!! HARRY!!! Oh my god", she sobbed now, "You're alive!" She sobbed uncontrollably now.
I could barely get myself to look at her, I was so wracked with guilt and failure.
I wanted to go to her. But my shame kept me in place and wouldn't let me move.
Sir burst into the room and saw me and looked relieved.
Marcus walked weakly in a few seconds behind him.
Seeing his arm made a wave of nausea so strong rock across my body, that along with the guilt and failure and the whole situation, I started gagging. Doubled over, gagging.
Marcus pulled out his gun, reloaded I supposed, and pointed it to us next to Vince.
I saw Sir walking towards me from the corner of my watering eye as I gagged. I wanted to stand up and block myself, knowing he'd probably hit me for trying to escape.
I was right.
He walked over to me and didn't even pause before he knocked me across the face with the back of his hand. Since I wasn't prepared, I flew a few feet and fell over. I was still ready to puke. I heard Jenna shout "NO!"
"Get him tied to the wall. NOW", Sir ordered his two goons.
They sprang towards me and each grabbed under one of my arms and lifted me up. They guided me to walk to the far wall where I noticed shackles for hands, and shackles for feet chained to the wall.
This was NOT going to be good.
They let me go in front of the wall, then spun me around and slammed my back against the wall between the shackles. My head hit after my back. I saw stars for a second, as they cuffed each hand and each foot.
Then they stepped back and admired their work a second, before turning back towards Sir, who was now standing next to Jenna. Jenna was wimpering again. Totally naked, face so wet you'd think she had just walked out of a pool, trapped, straining to look at me, but too exhausted to keep lifting her head to see me. She kept giving up and letting her head drop, then as if she couldn't help it. she'd lift up again, and look at me in desperation.
Next time she lifted up, I immediately said "I love you Jenna. I'm sorry I didn't make it to get help. I tried."
Sir burst into my speech with "Oh do go on. Say your last sweet nothings. Because they WILL BE....your LAST. For your little stunt, it is time for you to die. And then your precious Jenna here, will be all ours, to do whatever we want with. Until we bore of her, that is. But we don't bore easily. There will be plenty of time. Plenty of THINGS to do in the meantime."
I could barely hear him over Jenna's crying now. It was the kind of crying where you cry your last breath out so hard, that you struggle to get the next breath to keep on crying. Her face was beet red. Her entire body struggled under her straps. Her wrist closest to me was starting to bleed, she was struggling so hard.
But I heard what I needed to hear.
I was about to die.
And Jenna would be here without me. A playtoy for three men, until they decided she was used up, and killed her too.
Judging by what she'd have to endure, I wished they'd kill her with me. At least I'd know she'd "be ok" then.
Sir motioned to Marcus, who smiled, and walked over to me.
I thought of my family. I tried to picture them each...remember their smiles. Remember our love. Remember quick scenes in my childhood.
I thought of my shows. I pictured thousands of cell phones held up as modern replacements for lighters. A sea of lights...all there, appreciating my music.
I thought of my music. My career. It was so short lived. I had just gotten started. I had just made it to the big time. I worked so hard, for so long, and it had finally paid off.
And now it was all over. My life was over.
I had a good life, though. A family that loved me. Girlfriends. Music. I'd been around the entire world. I'd lived more than some people have lived even when they die from old age.
I had wild times. I've been high. I've been drunk. I've had great friends. I've met almost everyone I'd ever wanted to meet. I've partied......
And then the regrets came. I'd never gotten married. I'd never had children. I wanted children. I wanted them before age 30. They'd be my greatest accomplishment in life. My greatest love.....and, I'd never get to spend time with and get to know Jenna.
Marcus lifted his gun and opened it. He spun the cylinder around once, and held it up to my face to show me. There was ONE single bullet inside.
He spun it around again, and clicked it shut, then looked at me and smiled.
He was going to play Russion roulette with me, until the bullet finally came up and killed me.
This coud be quick. Or this could be torture with every click of the trigger.
But no matter what, one of the clicks would be the last thing I'd ever hear.
My accomplishments. My regrets. Jenna being left here to be sexually tortured till the end of her life...her accomplishments. Her regrets. The biggest one HAD to be saving ME in that dark alley.
Everything hit me, and the tears finally broke through my mental barrier and flooded down my face.
I couldn't help it. I'd go out crying like a baby. Not like a man. I didn't care. I was done in a few seconds anyway.
Meanwhile, Marcus was backing up to the middle of the room.
Sir walked over to behind Jenna's head, and started running his stringy evil fingers through her hair, teasingly. Vince stood where he was, just watching. He actually looked concerned.
I wanted my last sight to be Jenna. So I locked my eyes on her, and didn't look away. Any second now, I'd hear the click. Or the shot.
I couldn't breathe. I was breathing too fast. Hyperventalating. It was working. The whole mental torture of Russian roulette was working. I was scared sh.itless. Waiting for a bullet to fly into my head and end me. I hoped it'd be quick. I hoped I wouldn't be able to feel it. I hoped I wouldn't be dying for long.
I stared at Jenna through my tears, and through my dizziness from breathing too fast and heavy.
My God, she was beautiful. Her hair. Her face. Her entire body. If you have to go, staring at a beautiful naked woman who loved you was certainly the way to do it, I thought to myself.
Jenna wasn't letting her head fall back anymore. She was straining her neck to keep her eyes locked on mine. Yet, she was screaming. Screaming like someone getting eaten alive by a shark.
My heart sunk into my stomach, I felt so bad for her. I'd be gone. Dead. I wouldn't suffer any longer. It was HER who they were "killing", by killing me. It was no fair. I wanted her to be in this position. How bizarre to think that, I thought to myself. But for real.....death only hurts the living! And I didn't want HER to hurt. I wanted it to be ME instead. I wanted her misery to be over. Just as mine would be any second.
And then I heard the click, when Jenna stopped screaming to reload her breath for more screaming.
My whole body jumped. My eyes flinched. And when I was still conscious and alive, my voice involuntarily yelled out, "Gaaaaaaaah!" It just came out of me. Out of the depths of my gut. Like a delayed scare scream.
More tears poured down my face. I was gagging on the taste of salt water by now. Jenna was screaming even louder. I thought she couldn't get louder, but she did. She was going crazy on the table. Her wrist was bleeding. Her ankle was bleeding. Her hair was soaked with tears and sweat. It was sticking to her face and neck everywhere.
The whole scene was chaos. I just wanted it to be over. I couldn't take it anymore.
I couldn't take it.
Another click!
This time, my involuntary scream was lower and shorter. But it still came.
And the salt in my mouth...the screaming in my ears.....
I couldn't take it anymore. I took one last glance at Jenna, and I closed my eyes tight, and leaned my head back to the wall and waited for the end.
BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!