This is an alternate chapter 6 which I'll be working off from now on. It's kinda short though. I just wanted to fix the story.
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The Dog Patch
Disclaimer – I do not own these characters. I make no money off this fan fiction.
Pairing – Eventual H-Bamf
Rating – R/NC17
Warnings – War time Violence, sex and possibly some kink
Summary – AU – Templeton Peck is mistaken for a world renowned spy. He is stuck in a prison camp to be trained as a secret weapon of the A-Team, who are Traitors to
Alternate Chapter 6 –
He rose from the bed and pulled on his pants. Then he crossed the hut. Sun light slowly crawled across the court yard outside. It was early, and yet he could hear the banging of pots from the Mess Hut. He put a hand on Templeton’s shoulder. “On your knees,” and the boy knelt easily. Either he knew he hadn’t a choice or it was a ploy.
Yes, he thought, the boy was trying to put him into a sense of security and that was exactly what
“Who do you work for?”
“No one,” Templeton replied dully, as if he was there but not there at the same time. He was trying to come to terms with the situation.
“Who do you work for?” he asked more forcefully.
“You know who I work for,” Templeton hissed.
“I don’t care,” he replied, “you can break your promise to me about not raping me. I won’t tell you anything,” Templeton growled that last.
“All right, Kid,”
The whip hit Hendrickson’s back. Templeton knelt on the ground a few feet away, sporadically getting sprayed with Hendrickson’s blood. The man shrieked in pain and begged for mercy. Templeton stared into the compound, not saying anything, almost not seeing anything. He tried to tune out Hendrickson’s cries as well.
Templeton wasn’t going to let
Then they traded places. Templeton’s arms were splayed on the arms and lashed with rope; and then his middle and ankles. He couldn’t move away from the whip as it landed harshly on his back. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He counted each strike.
This isn’t cool – his inner voice whined.
When he found that voice, he swore to kick it in the ass. No, seriously! There is something wrong…the voice continued. I dunno what but…don’t you think they’d do better torturing Hendrickson?
And why hadn’t he thought of that?
It’s worth a try…*shrugs*
“Morrison!” Templeton yelled.
The whipping stopped.
“What’d you say, boy?” BA asked.
“It’s Morrison, he…sent us,” and Templeton dropped into blackness.