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New Miserable Experience

By: firetop
folder S through Z › West Wing
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 12
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Disclaimer: I do not own The West Wing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Chapter One

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Disclaimer and notes are in what
they call Chapter One!



 

 

"Donna
go home.”

“You
sure?”

“Yeah,
I’ll be out of here in few more minutes.”

“Okay.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Have a good night Josh.”

“You
too Donna, Drive safe.”

style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

This
was his favorite time of day in the office.
Everybody was gone. No one to
bother him, no one to interrupt him.
They all wondered why he was here till
Hour="1">1amstyle='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> most nights.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It’s when he got the most work done.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He turned on his stereo and sat down at his
desk. He had a nice hot cup of coffee
and a bag of pretzels. He was all ready
to start the report.

style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

Josh
was so absorbed in his work and the music he didn’t realize he had company
until he felt the muzzle of a gun on the back of his neck.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
“Don’t even think of it.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Put your hands on the desk.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The voice said softly.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Josh noticed the door to the office was now
closed. He complied with the voice.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Josh felt something being shoved into his
mouth and then tied behind his head.
This wasn’t good. Between the
gag, the music and the closed door and shades no one will hear anything.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

The
man, Josh was able to tell that from the voice, started to toss the items from
Josh’s desk onto the sofa all the while keeping the gun trained on him.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
Josh studied the man.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He was about 5’9’, 5’10’, about 200,
210. All of it muscle.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Grey eyes, thin lips.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The bit of hair he had was light.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Then he saw the tattoo on his neck.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> A skinhead Josh thought.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He had latex gloves on, so there was no
chance of fingerprints. “Get up.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Josh stood.
He saw his desk was now clear.
Josh was grabbed by his shirt collar and pushed down onto his desk.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Hands on the damn desk.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Josh complied, as his legs were kicked
apart. He heard something ripping, then
felt something sticky and tight around his neck.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Duct tape was applied to his arms and he
guessed his calves too. He was now stuck
facing the closed door.

He
was scared now. He couldn’t move and he
couldn’t talk. He was in trouble.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
He tried to remember what time was on the
clock before this happened. It looked
like one, maybe two, he couldn’t really remember.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> What ever it was, some one would be in around
six. He could wait till then.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> A stabling pain in his right hand startled
him from his mind. It was quickly
repeated in his left hand, and he saw the hunting knife imbedded in his hand
down to the hilt. He tried to move his
hands and tears quickly formed in his eyes.
It was stuck deep in the desk.
This was definetly not good.
“That should keep you still.” And
he heard the man walk away from him. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Oh god, oh god’ he prayed.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> ‘Please
let me get out of this alive. Please
someone call, someone come look for me.
Please someone help.’
He
heard the electrical buzz before he felt it at the back of his neck.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He was shaving his head.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Josh tried to ignore the pain in his hands.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> But every breath he took pulled on him.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Maybe this will all be over soon.

clasclass=MsoNormal style='text-indent:.5in'>Josh
saw locks of his hair fall in front of his eyes.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
He closed them.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Trying to block out the pain and humiliation
he felt. What were they going to think
tomorrow when they saw him? Who was
going to get here first? it git going to
be Sam or Toby? Or will Leo get a call
and need Josh to do something and come looking for him.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Anybody, but Donna and CJ.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He couldn’t deal with the embarrassment.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

Josh
was oblivious to what was happening around him until he felt stabbing pain in
both his thighs at the same time. He
tried to cry out, but the gag muffled everything.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
The man was talking again.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Hitler had the right idea with you
Jews. Kill all of you.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He didn’t realize that he no longer wore
pants or underwear until he felt something burn into his left ass cheek.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Again he screamed. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He tried not to gag at the smell of his own
burning flesh as it was repeated on the right.
He wasn’t going to make it through this.
Or at least he doubted sane. “Do
you know of the laws that Hitler enacted in 1939?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I’ll recite them for you.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> And I’ll help you remember them.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> To reinforce that something snapped and cut
into his back. He screamed.style='mpacepacerun:yes'> He continued to scream as the whip came down
again and again.

 

It
went on forever.

 

Josh
must have passed out. He awoke to sharp
pain in his head. Something was being
cut into his head. Darkness.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
Burning flesh. Help. Darkness.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Pain.
Darkness. Stabbing.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Darkness.
Burning. Darkness.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Excruciating pain.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Screaming,
Darkness.

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End Of Part One.

 




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