Title: Flight of the Black Phoenix
Author: MBeer769
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or any of its characters, and I am in no way, shape, or form, making any money off of this story.
Spoilers: None that I know of.
Summary: Torture, the infliction of severe physical pain as a means of punishment or coercion. How long could you last when the person you considered to be like a brother to you, turns against you? How long until you give in and do what he asks? What happens when you become addicted to the torture, how it makes you feel human, vulnerable, and free.
Prologue
Nothing, I can see nothing, I can hear nothing, I can smell nothing, and I can taste nothing. But I can damn well feel, I can feel the cold metal on my back, the tight shackles around my wrists and ankles, the cold shiver that runs up and down my spine whenever I get that feeling that someone, or something is watching me. I can feel the dull throb of my body, the retching of my insides, the anguish, the hatred, the fear.
I don't have the strength to call out to anyone, or even open my eyes, that damn pain just won't go away. What is that pain… it's as if… "Kryptonite…" the word blurts out of my mouth in a pained whisper, and I finally realize the extent of the trouble I'm in. Someone knows my weakness, someone knows about me… I wish my dad was here, he'd know what to do… hell, I wish anyone was here, and I wasn't in some hell all alone.
There it is again, that god damn shiver, who's out there? If only I could open my eyes, if only they could just kill me already, if only…
