Darkness, That was the last thing I saw as I was struck over the head by a blunt object, I could feel the blood run out of the newly made wound and soon I was as limp as a child's doll. I awoke for what seemed like hours later, I wasn't sure because there was no way for me to tell, in a cell like room it was barely lit in there but I could see the silhouette of a figure in the corner, they were leaning against the wall, I attempted to move my arms and legs but found that they had been bound together.
"Don't bother struggling those knots arnt coming loose." I herd the figure say then step into the light which revealed the figure to be Allen F. Jones also known as 2p! America.
"Let me go you bastardo!" I spat at him my voice full of hatred towards him.
"I'm sorry but I can't do that, you see you are going to be the bait so that we can capture your allies." he says in a mocking tone.
"Don't you touch them~!" I yell at him and struggle against my bonds, I really wished that I had my knife with me but my kidnappers most likely stole that from me when they put me in this room.
"Oh we will do more than that I might even let Oliver put the German in one of his cupcakes."
That made me snap I summoned as much strength as I could and got to my feet and pounced at, him effectively headbutting him in the nose before falling onto my side.
"Fucker!" he yelled in pain then kicked me square in the rib.
I hissed in pain, but didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing my pained expression.
"I think you need to be taught some manors." He said then picked me up by my hair and dragged me over to a wall where there were two chains with cuffs on the end of them.
He cuffed my hands to the chains, so that my back was facing him, then went over to a trunk against the opposite wall, he pulled a knife and a whip out of the trunk. He then proceeded to cut off my shirt with the knife, and when he was finished with that he sat the knife aside then he gripped the whip with his right hand, and did a motion like a fisherman going to cast his line and struck my back with the whip, I bit my lip to keep from crying out in pain. He repeated this motion several times and on about the 10th time I was doing all I could not to cry, I could feel the wounds freely bleeding on my back and after about the 20th time he finally stopped, I had passed out from blood-loss by then. He free'd my hands from the chains, retied them back together then drug me back to the small mattress where I had awoken earlier, after checking to make sure the bonds were secure he left the room locking the door behind him.