Thomas sighed.
“For the last time, get in–otherwise you can forget about Peter forever.”
Breathing faster, Charlotte reluctantly stepped into the standing cell. Thomas gazed at her gorgeous ass, her narrow waist, and her trembling legs.
“Turn around,” he said.
Charlotte shuffled around and faced him with her arms crossed over her breasts.
“Put your arms down by your sides.”
She lowered her arms and Thomas wondered if she had any idea how long it would be before she would be permitted to raise them again. He thought back to the moment when he had almost got stuck inside there himself, the panic that had swept over him.
Charlotte looked at him imploringly.
“Please let me fuck you, Thomas!”
Thomas smiled wickedly.
“One day, I hope you’re really going to mean that–but I don’t want to have sex with you just yet.”
“T-Then what are we going to do?” Charlotte whined.
“We’re going to talk,” Thomas said.
He shut the door and locked it.
Chapter Five
Two guards had left Peter strapped into a chair for over half an hour. They had ignored his questions and left him to stew alone, although he knew they were watching him on the security cameras.
He wondered if he was about to undergo an interrogation session–despite Mosley’s promise that he would not be tortured–but the real torment was happening in Peter’s mind. Mosley had made his intentions toward Charlotte quite clear, and Peter was beside himself wondering what was happening to her right now. He hoped she had managed to sneak out of the city before Mosley came for her. But what if she hadn’t? Was she now being kept in another cell within this vast and sinister labyrinth? Peter didn’t even want to think about that, but he couldn’t stop himself–he felt so damn useless!
He thought back to what Mosley had said to him about Charlotte–how she had chosen the wrong guy and that now she would discover her true feelings. The man was clearly demented, but what difference did that make when he was wearing his all-powerful Civic Police uniform? He could do what he liked to Charlotte and there was nothing Peter could do to stop him. He clenched his fists in frustration as an unwanted image of Mosley raping his wife flashed through his mind.
But bizarrely, Mosley had made a point of insisting that he wasn’t going to force himself upon Charlotte. He had kept on talking about giving her time to make up her own mind who she wanted to be with. He said he wanted her to choose. As if she hadn’t already decided? She had been dating Peter for nine years and they had been happily married for five, for God’s sake! What was there for her to decide? As he had listened to this madman rambling on, Peter had quickly concluded that Mosley had been obsessing about Charlotte ever since college. He had been besotted enough with her back then to risk jail with his illegal stalking, but now that he had reentered their lives as a police officer himself, he was abusing his authority to forcibly keep them apart while he attempted to woo her again.
The only crumb of comfort for Peter was his unwavering trust in Charlotte. Because ultimately it made no difference what Mosley tried–nothing could shake her love and commitment to Peter. Of that, he was sure.
The door opened and Mosley came in with a leather case.
“I hope you slept well,” he said, pulling up a chair.
“Are you finally going to interrogate me now?” Peter said.
“All in good time.” Mosley said, producing a plastic bottle and a syringe from the case.
“What’s this?” Peter said, his heart beating faster.
“It’s time for your medication,” Mosley said.
“What medication? I’m not sick!”
As Mosley drew a clear liquid up into the syringe, Peter said, “It won’t make any difference if you kill me. She doesn’t love you and she never will.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you while you are in detention,” Mosley said. “I gave Charlotte my word.”
“You’ve spoken with her?”
“Oh, yes.”
“In person?”
“Indeed. She came to see my at my home, in fact.”
“She went to you? That doesn’t make sense! Why would she do that?”
“To save your life,” Mosley said.
Peter stared at him.
So that’s it. He’s using me as leverage to control her!
“If you touch her, I swear I’ll–!” Peter blurted out.
“I told you before–I have no intention of doing anything to Charlotte–unless she asks me to,” Mosley said, holding up the filled syringe.
“What the fuck is that?” Peter said.
“A new chemical compound created by our unholy medical research team,” Mosley said.
So I die here, after all!
“I thought you gave Charlotte your word that you won’t kill me.”
“That I did,” Mosley said. “But once this vicious narcotic cocktail takes hold of your system, you might end up wishing that I had.”
“What are you talking about?”
Mosley brought up a vein on Peter’s arm and inserted the needle.
“As I said, the toxin won’t kill you straight away,” Mosley said, as he watched the liquid slowly entering Peter’s bloodstream
“I don’t understand,” Peter said.
“Well, you now have a rather nasty concoction in your system. It works quickly and steadily, and its effects are irreversible.”
Peter didn’t think he wanted to hear this–but he heard himself asking anyway.
“What effects?”
***
“It attacks your nervous system first,” Thomas said, withdrawing the syringe. “Initially, you will experience a general tiredness and irritability, lack of concentration, insomnia, and an overall sense of angst which will escalate as your daily dosage accumulates.”
Thomas paused to allow this to sink in, relishing the look of alarm on Peter’s face.
“Then in a few days the physical effects will begin to manifest. Premature aging, hair loss, dull eyes, wrinkled skin, muscle atrophy, lack of energy–as well as a total loss of sexual desire.”
Peter had been staring at his forearm, but now he looked up at Thomas as he processed the implications of those last words.
“I assume that you and Charlotte still have a satisfying sex life,” Thomas said.
“That is none of your business,” Peter said.
“Well, that remains to be seen,” Thomas said. “In any case, a significant effect of this insidious pharmaceutical mixture will be a seriously diminished libido.”
Peter began to flex his arm muscles as he unconsciously struggled against his bonds.
“In fact, we’re talking chemical castration here,” Thomas went on. “Within a few weeks, your body will no longer be able to produce testosterone or semen and you will suffer from permanent and total erectile dysfunction–within a few months your testicles will have completely dissolved, and your dick will have shrunk to the size of a pea!”
Peter was shaking his head at him now.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he said.
“I would have thought you might have figured that one out already,” Thomas said. “Back in college you had all the advantages, didn’t you? Handsome, athletic, intelligent, ambitious, witty and creative. You could have had any girl you wanted–and unfortunately for me, you chose Charlotte. And why not? She was–and still is–the cream of the crop. I never stood a chance. But now I have decided to level the playing field so to speak–or more accurately, tilt it completely the other way.”