Vindico Bay - Chapter 4

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"Excuse me, your honour" Alister Madden interjected, "what exactly is Vindico Bay?"

The judge eyed the lawyer as though he was nothing more than an irritating insect.

"It's a facility for young men" he snarled, and stood up before rushing from the courtroom.

"It could have been a lot worse, Jared" the lawyer shrugged, stuffing his papers back into his briefcase, "if you ask me, you've gotten off lightly".

The notably depressed looking teenager sat slumped in his chair as police officers began dragging him to his feet. He didn't care about his sentencing, he didn't care about anything other than his mom and his siblings.

"Is she dead?" He asked simply as he was lifted up and handcuffed.

Nobody replied.

It had been three days since he'd arrived into the jail. He'd been there before, and even recognised some of the other men whom he'd seen in his time there, but this was different. He'd heard the gunshots, and deep down inside, he knew what had happened.

Being sentenced to twelve months in some prison didn't bother him. If what he thought had happened, actually happened, they could lock him up for the rest of his life and he wouldn't bat an eyelid.

The officers escorted him back into the police van, one sitting beside him in the back and the other one driving.

"That's the forth case this week for Vindico Bay" the guard in the back said to the driver, "any idea where this place is?"

"No clue" the driver replied, "but if it keeps these little hood rats out of our hair, then the further away, the better".

Jared stared into space, his eyes blank and lifeless. Despite his good looks, he looked awful. The only reason he'd even been showering since he arrived was because he had no choice, and every meal he'd been given, he handed back. His life wasn't worth living if his mom was dead.

Back in the jail he was quickly locked back up and left alone. He had no idea when he was going to be taken to Vindico Bay, nor did he care, all he wanted to do now was sleep, and hopefully never wake up. He lay down and with surprising ease, slipped into an unnatural sleep that was filled with nightmares that were almost as terrible as his reality. Almost.

Another two days passed before Jared was given any information on what was happening to him. He didn't ask for it, but when an important looking man wearing a suit entered his cell, he had no choice but to listen.

"You've been sentenced to twelve months in Vindico Bay" he said, after introducing himself as Michael Clearwater.

"You'll be transported there this morning, and I will warn you that the journey will be quite lengthy. You'll be fed of course, but don't expect to be given any special treatment because you're young".

"Yeah, because I've gotten lots of that already" Jared scoffed, but Michael ignored him.

"Is there anybody you'd like to call before you leave?" He pressed.

"Yeah" Jared nodded "my mom".

Michael glanced up at him for a moment before shaking his head.

"I'm afraid that won't be possible, is there anybody else?"

"Why not? Why won't it be possible" he snarled, balling his fists.

"Is there anybody else?"

The two of them glared at each other for a moment before Jared shook his head in anger and sighed.

"Let's go" Michael said, standing up and reaching for Jared's arm.

"I can walk" the eighteen-year-old hissed, and got to his feet.

After some paperwork, Jared was handcuffed once more and led down to an underground parking lot that he hadn't known existed before. He expected to see a bus, having heard stories from his friends about their own prison experiences, but the only thing in sight was a black jeep with tinted windows.

Michael sat him in the back of the comfortable vehicle and the young man began to wonder if this Vindico Bay place would be so bad after all. The driver turned to him, his face sour and fat, and snarled.

"Buckle up, boy" he spat as Michael clasped the seatbelt around him.

There was no point in getting shitty with these people. Jared had already decided that the best thing he could do now, was to keep his head down and get these next few months over with. It was unlikely that he'd serve the full sentence, so with good behaviour he could be out in less than half. He sat back in the soft leather and tried to rid his mind of thoughts of his mom.

Michael had been correct, after almost four hours, they were still driving. The young man found it increasingly strange that he'd been imprisoned so far from where he lived. Sure, it wasn't unheard of to be locked up across the state, but from what he could tell, they were even further than that.

After almost six long, gruelling hours of driving, the car pulled to a stop and Jared's eyes widened.

"What is this?" He asked as the driver and Michael exited the car and he was pulled out.

The teen looked around the large airstrip and found a single, small jet at the end. He turned back to Michael who barely acknowledged him as they began leading him toward it.

"Michael?" Jared snapped, "what is this?!"

"Quiet" the man snarled, squeezing his arm a bit tighter.

The three men continued until they reached the end of the runway and Jared found himself looking up at the tattered, yellowing old jet.

"No fucking way" he growled "I'm not getting on that!"

"You'll do what you're told!" The driver of the jeep hissed, and a moment later he was being dragged up the creaky steps and shoved forward through the door.

It smelled as bad as it looked, but Jared had never been on an airplane in his life, so he wasn't exactly sure how it should look.

There was only a handful of seats inside, all of them as yellow and nasty as the jet looked from the outside. Michael pushed him into a chair and fastened a belt around his waist, then another around his chest and finally, attached a chain to his handcuffed wrists. Jared was instantly immobile.

"What the fuck!?" He spat, and felt a burning slap rip across his right cheek.

"Enjoy your trip, you little fuck!" Michael snarled, and Jared watched in horror as the two men left the plane.

This had to be some sort of sick joke. Part of the young man expected a camera crew to jump out at any minute. Why had they put him on a jet? Where could he possibly be going that required air travel to get there?

As he struggled against the tight straps, a new person boarded the plane, and he felt his stomach drop.

A middle aged man stood before him, his eyes were narrow and looked to be filled with hate. He was quite large too, with bulging muscles under his army uniform.

"Look, I think there's been a mix up" Jared swallowed, his eyes scanning the soldier, "I... I'm not supposed to be here".

The man didn't say a word. His hands were clasped behind his back as he walked forward, and Jared began to shake.

"Did you hear me?" The young man asked nervously, "I said I'm not sup -"

The man reached for Jared's neck, and he felt a burning pinch as he did.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He gasped, leaning his head toward the pain. "Get me off this fucking plane right now!"

He watched, terrified as the soldier sat in the chair opposite him and pulled a book from the table beside him, he opened it up and began to read to himself calmly.

"Are you fucking deaf!" Jared shouted, sweat now pouring down his face, "there's been a m... There's been..."

He cleared his throat, straining to open his eyes.

"Listen mister" he continued, but suddenly he was overcome with a thick wave of exhaustion.

"I'm not..."

He couldn't fight it, every passing second caused his eyelids to become impossibly heavy, and then he felt his head lull forward and a moment later, Jared Wolf slipped into a deep, induced sleep.

**

A deafening noise caused him to stir. He felt sick before he even opened his eyes, and when he did manage to do it, everything was dark, except a small lamp illuminating the terrible man in the chair before him.

Drool continued to spill down his chin as he desperately attempted to form a sentence. The plane was clearly airborne now, rocking and dipping as it hurtled through the night sky.

The soldier noticed the boy, and with one motion, jammed a syringe back into his neck, and for the second time, Jared slipped off, and wouldn't wake until morning.

**

"That was rough" someone said.

"That would have been an interesting emergency landing" a male voice replied, "we woulda' had to dump the kid out the door" he added with a laugh.

"Wake!"

Jared felt a slap across his face, though it was barely enough to cause him to sitr. He could hear, and slowly, he was beginning to feel the aches and pains in his body, but he was still unable to move.

"Wake up!" Another slap, more painful this time as he winced and one eye opened slightly.

It was bright, and judging by the two figures standing above him, they had landed. A strange, uncharacteristic heat began to engulf him. It was the middle of winter, so he wasn't sure where exactly it was coming from.

The two men undid the straps and chain that secured the young prisoner, and a moment later he felt himself being dragged through the plane.

Jared winced as the bright, scorching sun sizzled against him. Where the fuck was he?

"This is him?" A new voice called, and Jared recognised the accent instantly.

"Ready to go" the soldier said, "I'll never understand how you guys can live in this fucking heat" he added.

"Ahh!" The man, who Jared couldn't manage to focus on, beamed. "The South African sun is a blessing this time of year, while all you people freeze your asses off!"

They continued walking, dragging the young man between them and chatting as if they were taking a leisurely stroll through the park. Jared was still dipping in and out of consciousness, though he was alert enough now, to realise how terribly fucked he really was.

"Eat" someone said, and he hadn't even noticed that he was now sitting in a chair with his head being held up straight.

Something slid between his lips and a sour taste filled his mouth as he swallowed. He hadn't eaten in God knows how long, and despite the strange flavours, it felt good to have a full stomach again.

"Enjoy the village" the South African man said, "tell them Amari sent you, free beer all day!"

There was a rumble of laughter and Jared listened as a door opened and closed.

"Okay, okay, okay" Amari said to himself, rubbing his hands together, "let's get you ready, young man".

He felt his body being dragged until he lay on the floor. He was awake now, and could have easily opened his eyes, but the fear of what he'd see kept them firmly shut.

His shoes were untied and removed, followed quickly by his socks. The man worked quickly and efficiently, and Jared felt his trousers being unbuttoned and removed. His arms were pushed over his head, and he lay there like a rag doll as he was stripped down to his underwear.

"Hey, you think I don't know you're awake boy?" the man laughed, digging his fingers into Jared's armpit.

The young man reluctantly winced and opened his eyes.

"Are you scared?" Amari smirked, and dragged the half naked eighteen-year-old to his buckling feet.

"The last one shit his pants" he chortled, and spun Jared around before grabbing the waistband of his boxer shorts and pulling it back. "But you have not! Well done".

His brain raced through the possibilities. Was this a mistake? Perhaps they were supposed to be deporting someone, and got the two mixed up. Wherever he currently was, it didn't look like a prison at all.

He could still see the battered jet outside on the runway, and this room was barely a room at all. There was no door, only an opening which led to the outside, same with the window. A wooden table sat close, with the chair that Jared had just been sitting in.

"W... Where" his throat was sore and raw.

"No, no, no" Amari beamed, his golden skin stretching as he smiled. "No questions, no answers".

He led the underwear-clad teen out of the tiny building and back across the hot tarmac. It felt strange to be so naked and he knew that if he didn't find shade soon, his skin would begin to burn under the hot sun.

"Handcuffs?" The man asked, and Jared realised for the first time that he wasn't secured at all.

He wasn't sure if it was a question or if the man was simply thinking out loud, and it proved to be the latter when he answered himself too.

"No, if you run I'll shoot you in the back" he laughed, and continued leading him across the runway.

Jared had no intentions of running. If it was true, and they really were in South Africa, what would be the point anyway?

As they continued their journey, Jared realised that the landing strip was directly next to the ocean, and suddenly the heat was eased by the warm but refreshing sea breeze. The ocean looked vast and never ending, and the young man didn't know whether to be nervous or relieved as Amari pulled him down a set of cracked concrete steps.

"Sharks" Amari said as they stood on a tiny platform, and Jared now noticed the tacky looking speedboat bobbing next to them.

"Great Whites" he continued, pulling a deflated lifejacket over Jared's naked torso.

A huge part of Jared now wanted to run. How much further was he being forced to travel? And then a thought occurred to him.

It was all a gimmick. Everything. From the judge and this weird sentencing to 'Vindico Bay' and the crazy plane trip. There was no such things as Vindico Bay at all, it was all a lie and it had all been designed to scare him.

Jared suddenly felt a lot calmer about following 'Amari' into the boat. He had to hand it to whoever came up with the idea, scaring the shit out of a bunch of unruly teenagers by making them believe that they were being shipped to the end of the world was pretty damn genius.

He sank into one of the uncomfortable chairs as Amari fired up the engine, and just a minute later they were blasting through the crystal waters as the sun beamed down on them.

Jared laughed to himself, how had he been stupid enough to believe this? He rested his arms on the seats either side of him and basked in the South African sun, he wondered how much longer he'd have to travel before they'd turn back around.

"Hey, boy" Amari said from the end of the boat, and Jared looked back over his shoulder.

"Come here, I need a blowjob".