24: Kim's Bad Day: 8:00 P.M. - 9:00 P.M.

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24: Kim’s Bad Day
By: Dementia’s Knight

Chapter Nine: 8:00 P.M. - 9:00 P.M.

Jack Bauer led the way through the main floor of CTU with two team members escorting Burly toward interrogation. Jack stopped and motioned for the men to take the prisoner on while he talked with Chloe.

“Chloe, any news on Samantha James or where the other car was headed?” Jack asked as he neared Chloe’s work station.

Chloe looked up from her keyboard and nodded as she produced a file folder and handed it to Jack. “She went to school with Kim, she has an uncle in the city, and she has her own website.” Chloe explained as Jack flipped through the file.

“Any ties to Kim other than school?” Jack asked.

Chloe beckoned Jack closer to her and opened up a website on her terminal. “Just this.” she said as she backed away from the desk so Jack could see what the screen held.

Several pictures of Kim wearing diapers and sucking her thumb and then more pictures of Kim diapered, gagged with a pacifier, and bound to a bed.

Jack stared in disbelief at the screen for a moment and then closed the browser window. “Samantha did that to Kim?” he asked in awe.

Chloe nodded. “Apparently she doesn’t care for Kim very much.” she said.

Jack nodded. “See if you can access her phone records through her credit card, maybe she called someone that can help us find out where she took Kim.” Jack said before he turned and walked down the hall to the interrogation room.

Burly shuddered as Jack walked through the door and took a seat in the chair on the other side of the table.

“Samantha James has my daughter, why?” Jack asked.

Burly shook his head. “I dunno man, I swear.” he said, his voice wavering.

Jack inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply through his nose before he jumped up and reached across the table, grabbing Burly by the back of the neck and slamming his head onto the metal table.

“Tell me why she has my daughter!” Jack yelled, his face red with anger.

“I wasn’t involved with her part.” Burly confessed.

“Then what were you involved with?!” Jack shouted.

Burly shook his head. “They’ll kill me if I tell you.” he said.

Jack pulled out his gun and pointed it at the man’s head. “If you don’t tell me everything you know in the next three seconds, they won’t have the chance.” he said.


Samantha’s SUV pulled up to the warehouse and stopped outside the entrance. The dominant black haired woman got out of the car and walked over to Emily’s side. With a smile and a kiss on the cheek she helped her girlfriend unbuckle her seat belt and get out of the car, then she led her by the hand into the warehouse.

“You alright Kim?” Sally asked weakly as she regained consciousness.

Kim nodded but the pacifier taped in her mouth kept her from elaborating.

Moments after Samantha and Emily had entered the warehouse several armed men filed out and into the other SUV outside the building and drove off, while two of the men stood on either side of the entrance.

“Looks like escape won’t be a possibility this time.” Sally said.

Samantha emerged from the building a moment later and beckoned the sentry’s out front to help get Kim and Sally from the vehicle. The two guards hoisted the bound women from the car and took them inside, setting them down roughly on the floor and marching back to their posts.

“Alright ladies, as you know we’ve had a bumpy relationship so far to say the least.” Samantha started. “But, since I’m such a kind and forgiving person, I’m only going to give each of you one punishment, and I’ll even let you pick it.” she added with a smile.

“What if we refuse to pick one?” Sally asked.

Samantha shrugged. “I guess those guys out there get to shoot you.” she said.

“Mommy, I’m cold.” Emily whined from the other room.

Samantha smiled when she heard her little one’s plight and went to the other room to handle the situation.

“Kim we have to try and get out of here again.” Sally whispered.

Kim shook her head. “mphs moo mphmerumph.” she mumbled through her pacifier.

Sally sighed. “I know it’s dangerous, but I really don’t want to see what Samantha has in store for us.” she said.

Kim looked to Sally with a pleading look in her eyes to try and get her to reconsider doing something stupid.

“Alright, we’ll do it your way.” Sally said with a nod.

Several minutes later a rustling noise could be heard as Emily crawled from the side room to where Kim and Sally were. The young blonde wore only a pink shirt and a diaper and had a purple pacifier in her mouth. With a smile she crawled over to Kim and Sally and sat in front of them with her legs splayed out in front of her.

“Sorry about the wait, Emmy has been dying to get back to being my special baby girl, and I just couldn’t make her wait anymore.” Samantha explained.

“You’re sick, the both of you.” Sally spat.

Samantha glowered at her and marched over and kicked Sally in the face causing her to tip onto her back and bang her head on the wooden floor. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you that if you don’t have something nice to say then you shouldn’t say anything?” Samantha asked rhetorically as Sally slowly sat up, her nose and mouth trickling blood.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you that being a controlling bitch isn’t the way to keep friends?” Sally said before spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the floor.

This time Emily was the one on the attack. The pigtailed blonde dove forward and pushed Sally back onto the floor and started punching and scratching and slapping the bound woman’s face. Samantha chuckled as she watched the one sided fight and made no move to stop it. Kim however quickly spun on her butt so she faced Emily and kicked out with both her legs into Emily’s side, sending the light framed girl slamming into the wall and banging her head on an exposed pipe.

“Emmy!” Samantha cried out as she rushed to her baby’s side.

Emily was still breathing, but she was definitely down for the count after the tremendous blow to the head she’d taken.

Samantha scooped Emily up in her arms and carried her back to the side room in a huff. Kim scooted over to Sally and examined her friend.

“I’m alright, thanks for the help.” Sally said before she started coughing violently and had to turn onto her side to spit up more blood.

Kim nodded and put her head on Sally’s chest to comfort the girl, and tried to think of a way out of the whole mess.


John sat in the car with Thomas, and Anthony as they drove through the city. John had stopped crying, but he still had a sore lump in his throat and his eyes were bloodshot from crying for Andrea.

“Where are we going?” John asked.

“The big boss man wants us to take you to see your partner.” Anthony explained from the front passenger seat of the car.

“And who might my partner be?” John asked.

Anthony pulled out his gun and backhanded John across the face with it. “What are you a reporter? Just keep your mouth shut and maybe we’ll let you live after this is all over.” he warned as he turned back around in his seat.

The car pulled onto a dirt road and into an old factory yard where another car was already parked. Thomas parked his vehicle near the other and flashed his high beams twice to signal who he was, then he and Anthony exited the car and pulled John out with them.

The second car’s doors opened and two men exited with a young woman captive, they closed the gap between them and the other group and pushed the woman toward them. With her head covered by a black hood and her arms tied behind her back, the woman stumbled and fell forward onto the hard ground and let out a pained wheeze when she hit.

“Here ya go, have fun with that one.” one of the men that had been holding the woman said as he gently massaged his jaw, hinting that he’d taken a small beating from the woman earlier.

Anthony helped the woman to her feet and led her over to John before he pulled her hood off revealing a young Hispanic woman that appeared to be in her late twenties to early thirties. The light brown skinned woman had several cuts and bruises on her beautifully smooth skinned face.

“Mr. Matheson, meet Diana Quintana. She’ll be your partner on this mission.” Thomas said.

John couldn’t help staring at Diana’s beautiful face. Despite her injuries the young woman had a certain classic beauty to her. “Nice to meet you.” he stammered out clumsily.

“You get me some gringo to help me?” Diana scoffed.

“Johnny here has already killed several people today, including a woman he was traveling with.” Anthony said with a smile.

John glared at Anthony, wanting nothing more than to rip the man’s head off for even mentioning Andrea let alone pinning the blame on him for her death.

“Alright, you two can get better acquainted on the way to the job, let’s go.” Thomas said as he led John back to the car, while Anthony did the same with Diana.


“Alright, after some digging I found out that Samantha James’ family owns a warehouse yard on the other side of the 101. I also got two cell phone numbers registered to her credit card, and phone records showing several calls made to John Matheson today.” Chloe told Jack as he came out of the interrogation room.

Jack stopped walking. “John Matheson, are you positive?” he asked.

Chloe nodded. “I’m just having trouble figuring out what business Samantha might have with a candidate for governor.” she confessed.

“John Matheson is Kim’s boyfriend, this whole thing must be about Samantha trying to get to Kim.” Jack told her. “Look, I’m gonna go to that warehouse and check it out, have a team meet me there.” he said as he walked away.

As Jack walked to his car he couldn’t shake the thought that something wasn’t adding up in the whole equation. “Why have a bunch of hired guns and a chopper at the stadium only to take Kim away if you were gonna put her in a car and drive off with her.” he asked himself as he sped out of the parking garage at CTU.

Jack fished his cell phone out and put it in the cradle on the dashboard and dialed Chloe’s number. “Chloe, cross check known associates of John Matheson with known associates of Samantha James. See if any of the cell numbers match and call me back.” he said briskly after Chloe answered the phone.

“Ok Jack, anything else?” Chloe asked with an exasperated tone.

Jack thought for a second. “See if the air traffic controller can tell us where that chopper from the stadium came from or where it was going.” he said.

“You got it Jack.” Chloe said before hanging up.


“So, how’d you get roped into this whole mess?” Diana asked John as they rode in the backseat of the car with Anthony and Thomas up front.

John chuckled and looked out the window at the clear night sky. “Does the phrase ‘long story’ mean anything to you?” he asked without looking at her.

“I don’t have anywhere to be.” Diana told him.

John proceeded to tell the story of his day to that point, leaving out the parts with the diapers and him being emasculated by Emily and finished the whole sordid story off with Andrea’s death and a fresh batch of tears.

“You know, I thought I was having a bad day until that story.” Diana said with a weak smile. “My father is a gun runner for these men.” she started. “He smuggled some special weapons from a warehouse earlier today. When they found out what he’d done they picked me up and beat me for any information of his whereabouts.” she said.

“Do you know where he is?” John asked.

Diana shook her head. “They told me that they’d let me go if I helped them with some kind of operation.” she said. “So, if we kill this politician we both go free?” she asked.

“No, they’ll kill you as soon as it’s done and continue using me until they’re done and then do me in too.” John said.

Diana nodded. “Well, I’m not a fan of dying, so what’s say we get out of here?” she whispered as she scooted down in her seat and took a deep breath before kicking hard at Thomas’ face with both her feet.

Thomas’ head shot into the driver side window and shattered with the force of the blow, the dark haired man slumped over the wheel as he lost consciousness and the car began to fishtail. Anthony reached over and lifted Thomas off the wheel and tried to right the car as it swerved back and forth along the dirt road.

John and Diana laid themselves down on the backseat as the vehicle swerved violently off the road and struck a rock with the front left tire and began to roll as it left the ground. The windows blew out and glass rained down on everyone inside as the car slid along the dirt on it’s side and slowed to a stop after it rolled once more onto it’s roof and stayed there.

“You alright?” John asked Diana in the dark of the wrecked vehicle.

“That was a dumb idea.” Diana said with a groan as she lifted her head off the roof floor of the car and looked over at John.

As quickly as they could manage with their injuries and their handcuffs John and Diana climbed out of the car and sat for a moment on the sandy ground near the vehicle.

“So, what now?” John asked.

“I say we get the keys for these cuffs off one of them and take their guns and then we go pay a visit to el jeffe.” Diana said.

John nodded and sighed. “Now that’s a dumb idea I can get behind.” he said.


Kim looked down at the tile floor of the bathroom in the warehouse. With her pants and panties around her ankles and her hands handcuffed together above her head, the chain of the cuffs locked into a carabiner bolted to the ceiling.

Sally lay in the corner of the bathroom on her side with her back to Kim. The diaper around her waist was discolored on the seat from the significant mess that had deposited itself there after the ginger enema that Samantha had administered had worked it’s way through her body.

“I want you to know that this is only the beginning of your punishment.” Samantha said as she entered the bathroom.

Kim tried to turn and see what Samantha had in store for her but found it impossible to turn that far with her arms shackled above her head.

Samantha reached into a leather bag that she’d set on the floor of the bathroom by the door and produced a heavy wooden paddle that had been covered with leather and affixed with a dozen or so metal studs on the face of it that formed the shape of a frowny face on one side and a smiley face on the other. Twirling the paddle in her hand and switching it from one hand to the other Samantha smiled at the sight of Kim’s creamy white cheeks waiting for their inevitable punishment.

With a deep breath Samantha took a readied stance behind Kim and rested the paddle on one of Kim’s cheeks before hauling it back in a wide arc and bringing it back in with blinding speed and brutality. The crack of the paddle striking Kim rang out in the warehouse, and was followed by the anguished cries of the captive woman.

“Mm, that felt incredible.” Samantha confessed as she watched Kim’s cheek flare in color to a bright red.

Kim began to cry from the unrelenting sting the paddle had brought.

Samantha cackled madly with each crack of the paddle on Kim’s ever reddening backside, and after fifty swats she let the paddle fall to the ground and moved around the other side of Kim to face her.

Kim was a mess, she had snot coming from her nose and nearing her chin, her cheeks were stained with tears and she was hoarse from all her screaming and crying.

“Well, I feel a bit better now that I got to do that.” Samantha said with a smile as she cleaned Kim’s face with a wet towel.

“Go…to…hell.” Kim whispered as Samantha finished wiping her face.

Samantha sighed. “Kim, you just don’t get it do ya?” she asked. “I can’t go to hell, because I’m already in heaven.” she said. Samantha went back to her bag and fished out a several clean diapers and a suppository and walked back to Kim. With a quick movement Samantha unhooked the handcuffs that held Kim up and the girl crumpled to the floor, her head striking the tile as she rolled down to the ground.

“Whoopsie daisy.” Samantha said with a smile as she moved in on Kim and stuck the suppository between her butt cheeks and then cut a slit in the plastic of the first diaper and put it on Kim, followed by three others which she cut the same slit into and then another that she left intact.

A thin line of blood began to inch it’s way from under Kim’s head and over the tile of the floor, filling in the grout lines as it went. Kim felt dizzy despite being on her back and motionless on the ground. Her vision had gone blurry and darkness was closing in on what she saw until everything faded away and she blacked out entirely.

Samantha hoisted the unconscious Kim off the floor and dragged her by the arms to one of the other rooms, and managed to lift Kim into a large crib that she’d set up. The top of the crib came down with a loud resonating clang and a padlock was locked into the eyehole where the top met the bottom frame. “Sleep tight baby,” Samantha said. “you’re gonna need the rest.” she added before she left the room, locking the door behind her and heading back to the bathroom to deal with Sally.


To Be Continued…

24: Kim’s Bad Day: 8:00 P.M. - 9:00 P.M.

yet another wonderful chapter. im looking forward to more.