I am not a pet - chapter1 - Taken
Fandom: Macgyver (2016)
Pairing: Macgyver/OMC
Characters: Macgyver, Jack Dalton, Matty, Riley, OMC
Warning: non-consenual, rape, but not graphic
Spoilers: none
Rating: explicit
Genre: hurt/comfort, loneliness, kidnapping, non-consensual drugging, non-consensual sex, gunshot wounds
Author's Notes: This fic fills the ‘wild card = rape/con non’ square on my H/C Bingo card.
Word Count: ~1200
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine…
Summary: What if Mac and Jack are taken by some arms dealers? Will they be able to get away from them?
This fic can also be found on AO3.
Jack´s mind is still trying to figure out how this milk run could go south so quickly. Here he is, ziptied to some steel girders. He standing on his tiptoes, so he isn´t going anywhere. Luckily Mac managed to get away, so he just has to bide his time. Mac will come up with something to get him out of here or call back-up.
He looks up when he hears footsteps, steeling himself for what is coming. A man comes in sight and Jack´s heart sinks. An unconscious Mac is dragged behind the man. He must have been knocked out with something hard because the left side of his face is already swollen and turning blue. And bllod is dribbling from a cut in his temple
The man… or more correctly Frank Pardy, a high-end arms dealer, drops Mac unceremoniously to the floor. Mac doesn´t move, at all. It makes his gut clench.
‘MAC!’
‘Oh, he is fine, don´t worry, he just had a little run in with a tire iron. But ´what I don’t know is what you two were doing here. This one can´t talk anymore. So spit it out.’
When Jack keeps silent, Frank kicks Mac in the ribs, but he is still completely out.
‘Hey, come on, there is no need for that.’ Jack pulls on his restraints, feeling the zipties cut in his wrists.
The man grins.
‘So you are attached to the kid. Good to know. Let´s start with something simple, what is your name?’
Jack keeps his mouth shut, he knows the drill.
‘Oh, I see, you are a tough guy, well, no problem.’
The man crouches next to Mac and Jack´s breath hitches. He closes his eyes, because he knows what is about to happen. When he hears scuffling, he keeps his eyes stubbornly closed.
‘Oh, I think you want to see this, he suffers beautifully.’
Jack´s eyes snap open.
Frank has his hands around Mac´s neck and is squeezing. Mac is still unconscious, but his body detects the lack of oxygen and his face contracts. Jack can see that Frank is studying Mac´s face in fascination.
‘Stop, please, stop. You’re killing him.’
Frank let´s go and Mac takes a deep breath.
‘Yes, you are right, he is too pretty to waste on a name.’
Jack takes a shuddering breath in relief. However the relief quickly changes into horror, when Frank slowly unbuttons Mac´s shirt. The fascination in his eyes has changed into something much more creepy. He pushes the Henley under the shirt upwards, revealing Mac´s abs. Franks strokes the pale skin.
‘You know what a boy like him fetches on the market? Probably more than the price on his head. Don´t look so shocked, you two are some sort of agents, so there must be a price on the two of you.’
‘If you touch him again, I will kill you.’
‘Yeah, yeah. Promises. Is he a natural blond? They tend to fetch more in some countries, but since I am not a specialist, I will make some calls.’
Frank takes out his phone and makes the call. Jack listens in horror the way Frank describes Mac in horrific detail. He lifts an eyelid to make sure he can describe the eye color right. Jack tries to get out of his bindings, but with no success, this guy is a professional. He thinks he is going to be sick when the man makes a picture and then sickly laughs at whatever comment is made on the other side. Frank tells them to hurry.
‘Jack, my name is Jack’ he grits out.
Frank looks up, like he suddenly remembers he has another prisoner.
‘So?’
‘You wanted my name, there it is, leave him alone.’
‘Is he your boy toy?’
‘What? No, of course not!’ Jack states in horror.
Frank studies him, ’no, he is not, I can tell, so what is your relation?’
When Jack only glares, Frank chuckles.
‘Don´t tell me. Let´s have some fun. What were you two after?’
Jack doesn´t say anything, but his stoic stance cracks when there is a sudden groan coming from Mac.
‘Oh, look who decided to join our little party?’
Frank straightens out and watches Jack reacting to Mac´s wakening.
‘I bet you are partners. You feel responsible for him. You probably think of him as a son, given the age difference.’
He kicks Mac in the ribs, but there is only a hoarse moan.
‘Look, he is pretending to still be out of it. Nice try. Jack here told me his name, so what about yours?’
‘Go to hell,’ Mac whispers.
Jack prays that the hoarseness is not the result from his recent strangulation. Jack can see Mac´s brain working to figure out what happened to his voice.
‘No name? No problem. Jack will tell me.’
Jack doesn´t say anything but he knows he will tell him Mac´s name eventually. Frank pulls something from his pocket and before Mac can react, his muscles lock up and pain shoots through him. Once the tazing stops, he is back flat on the floor, panting. Frank kicks Mac against the head, and he goes limp. Jack has been pulling on his bindings and suddenly he´s free. The moment he realizes, he charges Frank but the man turns and aims the gun he has in his hand. Jack is hit in the chest and goes down hard. Blood pools from the wound. Jack looks confused at the blood that quickly saturates his shirt. He stumbles and goes down hard.
‘That is unfortunately. But it is the boy I need.’
Frank looks back at the still form behind him. Other footsteps approach.
‘Hey Frank, it is me, everything alright?’
‘Yes, you can come in.’
Another man approaches, carrying a medical bag.
‘Brought the stuff I asked?’
‘Of course. I see the picture didn´t do him justice. He will fetch a good price.’
‘Prepare him for transport. I want him out for the entire ride.’
The other man nods and takes out a stethoscope and blood pressure cuff. He checks Mac´s vitals and seems to be satisfied. Next comes a syringe and vial and Jack can only helplessly watch as Mac is injected.
‘Now, to show his new status. Normally people like black leather, but I think a steel collar will look better on our boy.’
‘Come on, you don´t need to do this,’ Jack pleads.
The man fastens a thick steel collar around Mac´s neck and locks it with a padlock, breaking off the key, ensuring it can´t be opened.
‘There, all done, he is ready for transport.’
‘Good, take him, I will be right behind you.’
The man takes Mac in a firefighter carry and walks off. Frank turns back to Jack.
‘Well Jack, this is goodbye. You don´t look so good and I already can see that your breathing is getting shallower, so you will pass out long before help arrives. I will take good care if your boy, or should I say, my boy?’
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Pairing: Macgyver/OMC
Characters: Macgyver, Jack Dalton, Matty, Riley, OMC
Warning: non-consenual, rape, but not graphic
Spoilers: none
Rating: explicit
Genre: hurt/comfort, loneliness, kidnapping, non-consensual drugging, non-consensual sex, gunshot wounds
Author's Notes: This fic fills the ‘wild card = rape/con non’ square on my H/C Bingo card.
Word Count: ~1200
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine…
Summary: What if Mac and Jack are taken by some arms dealers? Will they be able to get away from them?
This fic can also be found on AO3.
Jack´s mind is still trying to figure out how this milk run could go south so quickly. Here he is, ziptied to some steel girders. He standing on his tiptoes, so he isn´t going anywhere. Luckily Mac managed to get away, so he just has to bide his time. Mac will come up with something to get him out of here or call back-up.
He looks up when he hears footsteps, steeling himself for what is coming. A man comes in sight and Jack´s heart sinks. An unconscious Mac is dragged behind the man. He must have been knocked out with something hard because the left side of his face is already swollen and turning blue. And bllod is dribbling from a cut in his temple
The man… or more correctly Frank Pardy, a high-end arms dealer, drops Mac unceremoniously to the floor. Mac doesn´t move, at all. It makes his gut clench.
‘MAC!’
‘Oh, he is fine, don´t worry, he just had a little run in with a tire iron. But ´what I don’t know is what you two were doing here. This one can´t talk anymore. So spit it out.’
When Jack keeps silent, Frank kicks Mac in the ribs, but he is still completely out.
‘Hey, come on, there is no need for that.’ Jack pulls on his restraints, feeling the zipties cut in his wrists.
The man grins.
‘So you are attached to the kid. Good to know. Let´s start with something simple, what is your name?’
Jack keeps his mouth shut, he knows the drill.
‘Oh, I see, you are a tough guy, well, no problem.’
The man crouches next to Mac and Jack´s breath hitches. He closes his eyes, because he knows what is about to happen. When he hears scuffling, he keeps his eyes stubbornly closed.
‘Oh, I think you want to see this, he suffers beautifully.’
Jack´s eyes snap open.
Frank has his hands around Mac´s neck and is squeezing. Mac is still unconscious, but his body detects the lack of oxygen and his face contracts. Jack can see that Frank is studying Mac´s face in fascination.
‘Stop, please, stop. You’re killing him.’
Frank let´s go and Mac takes a deep breath.
‘Yes, you are right, he is too pretty to waste on a name.’
Jack takes a shuddering breath in relief. However the relief quickly changes into horror, when Frank slowly unbuttons Mac´s shirt. The fascination in his eyes has changed into something much more creepy. He pushes the Henley under the shirt upwards, revealing Mac´s abs. Franks strokes the pale skin.
‘You know what a boy like him fetches on the market? Probably more than the price on his head. Don´t look so shocked, you two are some sort of agents, so there must be a price on the two of you.’
‘If you touch him again, I will kill you.’
‘Yeah, yeah. Promises. Is he a natural blond? They tend to fetch more in some countries, but since I am not a specialist, I will make some calls.’
Frank takes out his phone and makes the call. Jack listens in horror the way Frank describes Mac in horrific detail. He lifts an eyelid to make sure he can describe the eye color right. Jack tries to get out of his bindings, but with no success, this guy is a professional. He thinks he is going to be sick when the man makes a picture and then sickly laughs at whatever comment is made on the other side. Frank tells them to hurry.
‘Jack, my name is Jack’ he grits out.
Frank looks up, like he suddenly remembers he has another prisoner.
‘So?’
‘You wanted my name, there it is, leave him alone.’
‘Is he your boy toy?’
‘What? No, of course not!’ Jack states in horror.
Frank studies him, ’no, he is not, I can tell, so what is your relation?’
When Jack only glares, Frank chuckles.
‘Don´t tell me. Let´s have some fun. What were you two after?’
Jack doesn´t say anything, but his stoic stance cracks when there is a sudden groan coming from Mac.
‘Oh, look who decided to join our little party?’
Frank straightens out and watches Jack reacting to Mac´s wakening.
‘I bet you are partners. You feel responsible for him. You probably think of him as a son, given the age difference.’
He kicks Mac in the ribs, but there is only a hoarse moan.
‘Look, he is pretending to still be out of it. Nice try. Jack here told me his name, so what about yours?’
‘Go to hell,’ Mac whispers.
Jack prays that the hoarseness is not the result from his recent strangulation. Jack can see Mac´s brain working to figure out what happened to his voice.
‘No name? No problem. Jack will tell me.’
Jack doesn´t say anything but he knows he will tell him Mac´s name eventually. Frank pulls something from his pocket and before Mac can react, his muscles lock up and pain shoots through him. Once the tazing stops, he is back flat on the floor, panting. Frank kicks Mac against the head, and he goes limp. Jack has been pulling on his bindings and suddenly he´s free. The moment he realizes, he charges Frank but the man turns and aims the gun he has in his hand. Jack is hit in the chest and goes down hard. Blood pools from the wound. Jack looks confused at the blood that quickly saturates his shirt. He stumbles and goes down hard.
‘That is unfortunately. But it is the boy I need.’
Frank looks back at the still form behind him. Other footsteps approach.
‘Hey Frank, it is me, everything alright?’
‘Yes, you can come in.’
Another man approaches, carrying a medical bag.
‘Brought the stuff I asked?’
‘Of course. I see the picture didn´t do him justice. He will fetch a good price.’
‘Prepare him for transport. I want him out for the entire ride.’
The other man nods and takes out a stethoscope and blood pressure cuff. He checks Mac´s vitals and seems to be satisfied. Next comes a syringe and vial and Jack can only helplessly watch as Mac is injected.
‘Now, to show his new status. Normally people like black leather, but I think a steel collar will look better on our boy.’
‘Come on, you don´t need to do this,’ Jack pleads.
The man fastens a thick steel collar around Mac´s neck and locks it with a padlock, breaking off the key, ensuring it can´t be opened.
‘There, all done, he is ready for transport.’
‘Good, take him, I will be right behind you.’
The man takes Mac in a firefighter carry and walks off. Frank turns back to Jack.
‘Well Jack, this is goodbye. You don´t look so good and I already can see that your breathing is getting shallower, so you will pass out long before help arrives. I will take good care if your boy, or should I say, my boy?’
.