Hey, everyone and welcome to the sequel to "The Sands of Time" hopefully if you are reading this it means you read the first part of this trilogy and liked it. I also hope that you left a review as I love hearing your responses to my work. I warn you this part of the story is not in any way shape or form for the faint of heart, and is in fact quite gruesome. If it had not been for the virus, the scenes depicted in this would not be possible as the subject would long since be dead from pain. Now without further a due I present to you the first chapter in this story.
I cracked my eyes open and looked around. Three days I had been here. Three days I had kept my mouth shut, chewing on the insides of my cheeks until there was no flesh inside them left as Carlos used all manor of blades to cut into my body in order to try to make me cry out. So far, he hadn't succeeded. However, now he was finished messing around. This was evident from the cart he wheeled in, one laden with a roll of duct tape, one metal pail of ice, one metal pail of salt, a single scalpel that had been sharpened recently, and a whip with a handle, then nine relatively short leather tails extending from it, each with dozens of small metal hook-like barbs sticking out of the length of them. I wasn't sure which I would prefer, but likely the whip, depending on where he aimed.
"Like them?" Carlos grinned as he saw me eyeing his new tools. "Which should we start with? My favorite kitty?" His hand hovered over the Cat O' Nine Tails whip. "Or my personal favorite pass time?"
I glared at him before letting my head fall, not wanting to see what he cose. My bloodstained clothes filled my sight. I was chained to the wall of a small cell that looked to be a torture room. The gate wasn't the bars I had been hoping for. It was a laser barrier that made it impossible to break out without my powers. Those were kept useless by Carlos through administration of a daily dose of the Anti-virus. Now, it gave me a splitting headache to lift a pebble a quarter inch off the ground. There was no way I'd be breaking out with them. I looked to my wrists then back down at my clothes and sighed, blood running down my chin from my cheeks as I did and making me wince. My cheeks were screaming and it was taking everything I had not to scream from that alone. Along with that were the dozens of cuts and gashes Carlos had already given me, resulting in my shirt and pants both being little more than rags hanging off of me, and my wrists and ankles, due to being in iron shackles and attached to the walls tight enough to keep me spread eagle and keep me from sagging on the wall, were raw from where I had been pulling against them as Carlos tore into me. If I did it much more, there was a very real possibility that my hands would tear free of the shackles, but the flesh wouldn't.
My powers of recovery would be able to heal all of the injuries I had, for the most part, and could even restore the flesh of my hands if it was pulled off, just with the exception of them being albino white for the rest of my life due to the skin being one big scar.
A hand suddenly hooked its fingers through the tears in my shirt and I looked up at Carlos, seeing that self-satisfied, holier-than-thou, shit-eating grin I had so come to hate these last three days just as his arm gave one yank and my shirt tore free, flying over his shoulder in several pieces and landing on the floor. A moment later my pants followed and left me in only my undergarments, which also bore several tears, but on the edges rather than all through them. I blushed at being nearly naked but still glared at Carlos, though my glare vanished instantly when I realized what he had planned.
"Don't you dare," I hissed just before my bra tore free, straps snapping painfully as he literally ripped it off me.
Each strap hit a gash as it snapped, aggravating the injuries again and making me clamp my teeth so hard it felt like I was driving them back into my gums. before the pain had even begun to subside, he dropped from my view and I felt something wet slide up my left leg to my inner thigh before switching legs and traveling back down, my underwear going with it. I shivered in revulsion, restraining the urge to vomit on the fucker for fear of what that would do to my ruined mouth.
"You know, as much as I hate you and would enjoy nothing more than to kill you, you are still very attractive. And you taste incredible." As he said this, Carlos stood again, licking my blood off of his lips and grinning, smacking his lips loudly and dramatically. "Maybe I'll have another taste sometime later, however, you'll enjoy that a bit more."
"If you fucking touch me I'll tear your dick off and shove it up your ass!" I spat, blood splattering across his face. Bad idea.
He wiped the blood off with his thumb then sucked his thumb clean and smiled, true enjoyment flashing across his face before that same grin reappeared.
"Delicious," Carlos grinned. "You've been holding out on me. I'll have to taste that too later. For now, I think I'll introduce you to my pet. Neko O' Kyuubi."
He picked up the whip and walked forward with it, grinning from ear to ear.
"You are a very attractive woman Rayne," Carlos sneered raising the whip and letting the tails fall behind himself. "Unfortunately, when I'm done with you, you could make an infected look beautiful. Can't have you trying to tempt Alice."
"What are you talking about? Alice doesn't share my feelings. I'm just a friend to her." I said miserably and looked to the side.
"Oh, so now you're doubting it are you?" Carlos chuckled. "Well, I'm sorry to have to break this to you, but you're wrong. You are very important to Alice. Important enough that she will follow me into an obvious trap to save you. Unfortunately, you'll be DEAD!"
He punctuated the word "dead" with a swipe from the whips, the tails connecting with most of the flesh of my shoulders and my collar bones all at once, then tearing small bits off at the same times as tearing jagged gashes as he yanked it free.
"And once she's in our custody, Wesker will use her blood to synthesize a cure, then will begin taking over torturing her. As he does that, I will be playing Good Cop, so to speak. I will bring her her food, water, I may give her pain killers from time to time. And above all, I shall be...satisfying her every time I do. Within a matter of weeks, I will be the most important person in her life, taking your place through the same method you first got your place."
"What method?" I spat, fighting back screams as he whipped me several more times throughout his speech.
"Stockholm," Carlos snorted whipping me again. "You can't tell me you didn't know. All you are to her is glorified Stockholm Syndrome."
I let my head fall, the tails ripping free from my right thigh and leaving the usual wounds. So far, he had stuck to whipping only my thighs, hips, shoulders, arms, and lower legs. Now, however, he walked over to a panel on the wall and pushed a couple of keys. The chains, attached to the ceiling and the floor, moved away from the wall on tracks, never slackening, and moved me to the middle of the room where he could easily stand on any side of me.
"That's better. Shall we continue?" SNAP! The tails tore into my back then tore free then twice more. "Ouch. That looks quite painful. Though, I must say, you have quite a nice ass." SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! The whip shredded not only my ass but my inner thighs, my hips, and a couple of them even reached around between my legs on an upward snap. Finally, Carlos decided he had done enough damage and walked back around front. "You look like you want to say something Rayne. Go ahead. I won't think any less of you...No? Alright then. I think we should give a little attention to your neglected and perfectly formed breasts. And they are perfect too. Almost good enough to eat. We should fix that."
He pulled his arm back but before he could Wesker stepped into the room and cleared his throat and Carlos froze.
"Carlos, I believe D-Block is having comm trouble, go and show them how to work a fucking radio."
"Yes sir," Carlos bowed setting the whip down and hurrying out of the room.
"I apologize for him. He's a bit...fucked in the head." Wesker shrugged.
"I don't need your sympathy or your pity. Let me the fuck go or you'll regret it!" I spat.
"I'm not here to pity you Rayne, nor am I here to give you my sympathy. I care nothing for your suffering or what Carlos does to you. His fetishes are his business and if he doesn't involve me in them I don't give a fuck. I'm here to tell you that the North American facility has been taken out. We expect Alice by tomorrow. However, you won't be rescued and she won't be leaving."
"Carlos told me your plan," I spat.
"His plan. All I intend to do is cure this virus with her blood. After that, I really don't care what he does." Wesker shrugged. "Either way, I just thought I'd let you know. Alright Carlos, you may continue now."
He stepped out and Carlos walked in, picking up the whip as the barrier reappeared.
"Where were we?" Carlos snickered. "Ah yes. Fixing those breasts of yours."
He pulled his arm back and then snapped it forward and this time I did scream. Most of the tails had made contact with my breasts, as Carlos had planned, but one has wrapped around my throat and another had landed so that it ran diagonally across my face from the top right of my forehead, down between my eyes, around my nose on the right side, across my lips, and then breaking contact on the left side of my chin. Carlos allowed it to stay there for a moment, enjoying how much he knew it would hurt before ripping it back off of me, shredding both my neck, my breasts, and my face. He pulled his arm back again and this time whipped from his right. The tails tore straight across my breasts and wrapped around my back for a moment on my left side but he instantly ripped the whip free again and again I screamed.
"God I love hearing that sound. I knew you could be a screamer Rayne." Carlos grinned and finally set that horrible fucking whip down then stepped up in front of me. "I've been waiting for this."
He wrapped a hand around behind me, smacking my ass and making me scream in pain before he pulled his hand back around in front of himself and licking my blood off of it.
"Tasty. You truly are worth all the time it took to prep you Rayne. Now give me another taste." He grinned before stepping forward and grabbing me by the hair, running his tongue the length of the gash on my face before forcing his tongue into my mouth, the disgusting thing feeling its way around every inch of my mouth, aggravating my destroyed cheeks but this time, I got even.
I bit down as hard as I could, feeling blood almost spray into my mouth as I did and hearing Carlos scream in pain, the sound muffled due to his tongue being in the way. I bit harder for several seconds before he drove his finger's into one of the larger gashes in my stomach, making me scream and he jerked away from me, a hand covering his mouth as I spit his own blood into his face.
"You bith!" Carlos seethed. "You gon pay fo at!"
"Sorry, I couldn't quite understand that, would you mind trying again?" I snickered.
He picked up the scalpel and grinned maliciously walking over to my right arm. "Let'th thee you thtay quiet aftuh thith."
He drove the scalpel as deep as the blade would allow into the flesh of my arm just above my arm pit then dragged it downward, slicing a deep gash through my arm pit and a quarter of an inch down my side. Then, he repeated the process with my other arm. Each time I clamped my teeth as tightly as I could to keep silent, barely succeeding. Finally he stopped, walking back to the cart and setting the scalpel down and taking a chunk of ice about the size of the last segment of his thumb from the ice pail and a spoonful of salt from the other. I instantly realized what he had planned and began thrashing against my shackles, trying to tear a hand free, just enough to hit one or both of his hands and stop him, if only for a minute. Unfortunately, I was unable to succeed. Before I could even begin to pull a hand free, he shoved the spoon into the wound under my right arm, leaving the salt as he pulled the spoon back out. Already I was screaming but a moment later, the scream doubled and then continued to grow as he shoved the chunk of ice into the same wound and stepped back, watching as the salt and ice began to burn my flesh from the inside, smoking slightly as it did.
"Do you know wha it bunth?" Carlos asked. "It bunth becauth th thot dopth th freethig pont of th us an allowth it t' tun t' watah. Thin, th watah covahth mo thurfaith ahryah an behginth t' freeth yah thkin, givin yah frotht bat."
I had barely heard one word he said, but that was okay because I already knew that in addition to the frostbite it was giving me, it was forming Hydrochloric Acid. He moved to my other side and repeated the procedure. Seconds later, my left side erupted into agony and my vision turned painfully white. Finally, the pain began to subside, albeit very slowly, and my vision returned, allowing me to see that the ice had melted fully and my blood had washed the acid out, the trail of acid and blood leaving burn trails halfway down my ribs before the blood finally deactivated the acid. I looked up at Carlos, vision still blurry but sharp enough to see him picking up the scalpel again.
"Yah din't thin yah wah don d' yah?" Carlos scoffed shaking his head in amusement and slipping the roll of duct tape onto his left wrist where he could tear a piece off as needed. "Nah b' a lon thah. Weh juth gettin' thtahted. I cahn thee thothe day ode wundth behgennehn t' mend themtheveth, tho ah know you thtill a quick recovewer. I'll ave t' wok hahduh if I wat thith t' b' pehmanint."
He carved several deep gashes into my already mangled breasts, earning a scream from me for each one before he set the scalpel down, pulling the cart within reach and picking up the spoon, now heaped over with salt, and dumping several spoonfuls into each gash. Then, he shoved a chunk of ice into each and I began screaming so loudly that I think my vocal cords began to tear themselves apart. He used the opportunity to shove two heaping spoonfuls of salt into my mouth, followed by a full icecube into my mouth then used the duct tape to seal my mouth, keeping me from spitting it out or successfully vomiting, which the salt very nearly made me do. I tried to scream, hoping in doing so I would keep the acid, blood, and God knows what else out of my throat and windpipe. My windpipe was blessedly spared. But my tongue, teeth, uvula, and then the inside of my throat were not. The acid burned anything it came into contact with, burning its way halfway down my throat before the first of the acid burned its way out through my right cheek, which had already been thinned from my biting it. My left cheek opened up to the air a moment later and the moment it did, my body seized the chance, vomiting, washing the blood and acid from my insides blessedly quickly. It was an odd feeling having vomit and blood run out through holes in your cheeks. My mind was able to register that even through the indescribable, unbearable agony it was drowning in. Finally my body stopped rejecting whatever had managed to still be in my stomach and Carlos ripped the tape off, the flesh of my lips from where first the whip and now the acid had nearly dissolved them tearing free as well. I tried to scream but the acid seemed to have reached my vocal cords too because I couldn't make a sound.
"Amotht tam t' caw eet a dai," Carlos noted almost sadly. "Buh I ave a leel tam lef. On mo thould b' ockay."
To my dismay, He didn't pick up the scalpel, nor did he look anywhere on my upper body. He picked up a rather large chunk of ice, nearly half the size of a baseball, and also pulled out a much larger spoon and a pair of reverse pliers made to spread something metal open so it could be put on or removed from a vehicle, I however, knew it had nothing to do with an engine this time. Carlos's signature but much more evil grin told me that. He walked to the panel, pushing a few buttons and making the chains separate, the ones holding my arms going toward the back wall while the ones holding my ankles went toward the door, turning me until I was laying at an angle backward, almost a forty five degree angle to the floor and Carlos walked over, setting the two pales on the ground beside me and kneeling, grin never leaving his face. He took a second to lick the blood off of my thighs, again making my restrain the urge to vomit before he picked up the pliers.
"Yah wiwl undottedwy feewl a undethcwibebl bunneen thenthathion een a momnt, bah awl menth, thcweem," Carlos spoke, my brain not allowing me to even notice he had spoken through the fear.
I felt the cold metal of the pliers forced inside me and the fear spilled over, my body thrashing against the restraints, skin at my right wrist finally beginning to tear free but far too late. Once the pliers had spear enough, he shoved the massive spoonful of salt inside, the edges of the spoon already cutting gashes. He dumped the salt, pulling the spoon back out and grinned, ripping off a length of duct tape then blew a kiss at me as he shoved the ice into me and instantly put the tape over it sealing it. Within a second I was screaming. The pain shooting through my entire body was beyond everything I had felt yet combined. Acid and frostbite burns spread through me rapidly as the ice melted and formed Hydrochloric Acid, burning anything and everything it touched. My head went numb as my brain tried to shut down to shield me from the pain but it didn't help, the pain was all I could feel, all I knew. My vision failed, my smell failed, hearing failed, and the only part of my body I could feel was my insides as they burned. I suspected I was still thrashing desperately to try to escape but I doubted it would do any good now, even if I did get a hand free. The pain spread, the acid likely having reached my cervix and burned its way through, now burning everything on the other side. My body exploded into pain suddenly as my back slammed into the floor. My hearing returned just enough to hear Carlos' psychotic and hysterical laughter before a fresh wave of pain hit and made my body convulse. Finally the pain began to subside, by blood and liquified insides seeming to have deactivated the acid but it was all still trapped inside because of the tape. Then, my body twitched as the pain throbbed and suddenly fresh acid that hadn't deactivated yet found some left over ice and suddenly it began again, except much worse. This time, before it had even begun to subside, my brain finally gave out and everything just stopped.
Author's Note: Carlos's lines for those who didn't understand.
First: "You bitch! You're going to pay for that!"
Second: "Let's see you stay quiet after this."
Third: "Do you know why it burns? It burns because the salt drops the freezing point of the ice and allows it to turn to water. Then, the water covers more surface area and begins to freeze your skin, giving you frost bite."
Fourth: "You didn't think you were done did you? Not by a long shot. We're just getting started. I can see those day old wound beginning to mend themselves, so I know you're still a quick recoverer. I'll have to work harder if I want this to be permanent."
Fifth: "Almost time to call it a day," Carlos noted almost sadly. "But I have a little time left. One more should be okay."
Sixth: "You will undoubtedly feel an indescribable burning sensation in a moment, by all means, scream."