Hello, Author here. Thanks so much for all the positive feedback! This is where this story starts living up to its 'M' rating. Trigger warning: torture.


"Petra!" He yelled, his eyes not really focusing on his surroundings. He tried to move his arms, but found them locked in chains on either side, putting him in a cross position.

His head throbbed horribly. Each time the pain heightened, it was like the earth around him would expand and contract.

He shook his head to try and rid himself of the pain. His vision finally began to clear.

He was in a small dank cell lined with cold stone. He was facing a door hidden in the shadows. Water dripped from an unknown source, leaving a lonely echo in the room. It pooled in the left corner.

He looked over his bare shoulder, in the back right corner stood a solitary cot with a small blanket to act as a cover.

He internally cringed at his surroundings, "disgusting," he whispered to himself.

He began to shiver slightly due to his torso being bare. He looked over himself questioningly. Small bruises dotted along his sides. He was on his knees, his white pants becoming filthy where it came into contact with the ground. Levi cringed again.

He pulled at the chains that held his arms, his left arm was held up by chains connected the the left wall. His right arm was also held by chains on the right wall. Both sets of chains seemed to be rigged in a pulley system.

Levi tugged on them, testing how tight they were. Every time he tugged, they constricted more around his wrists. Levi growled in frustration.

'Why was I captured? What do they freaking want?'

At that moment the door he was facing, opened. A bright light flooded in making Levi squint to see who the intruder was.

Immediately Levi spoke, putting as much malice in his voice as possible, "Where's Petra?"

The man laughed, a low chuckle in his chest, "Don't worry, she's fine for now." His voice was smooth as velvet.

The voice sounded familiar to Levi. He tried to remain impassive about Petra. If they figured out how much he actually cared about her, it could endanger her all the more.

When the man finally came into view, Levi's eyes widened in shock.

"Why, Levi," the man sneered, " you look as if you've seen a ghost."

"Diego, you're supposed to be dead," Levi whispered with disbelief.

Diego was quite a handsome man and carried himself with a sophisticated air. His green eyes sparkled mischievously under the gold strands that covered part of them. He wore a flamboyant top hat with a white button up jacket and it had a cane to match. Who did he think he was?

Diego smirked, "Ah, but I'm not. My brother though, didn't get out as well as I did." His smirk dropped.

Levi tried to straighten himself more, "You tried to get your vengeance on me last time, you see how well that worked out," he said haughtily.

"Yes, but see where you are now. I am stronger than ever!" Diego flaunted. Then his face twisted into a baleful scowl, "Now, you short, little cretin," he paused, "Why did you kill my brother!?"

He struck Levi across the face with his cane, splitting his lip and making a deep groove below his left eye. Blood oozed from the wound like a sacrificial offering.

Levi spit the blood from his mouth, keeping a stoic expression he answered, " You know why I killed your brother. No one touches the people I care about and lives."

Diego was breathing heavily from rage, " That little whore, Isabel, deserved what she got. She was beautiful and she knew it! She was a tease!"

"It gave your brother no right to assault her!"Levi spat back at him. Also beginning to breath heavily, fury lighting in his eyes.

"And it gave you no right to kill Caius!" Diego screamed at him, face bright read from the force. He took a whip from the wall, it had small barbs at the end, " And it gives me every right to beat you within an inch of your life!"

Diego raised the whip and brought it down across the top of Levi's back. Levi caught his breath, refusing to show his enemy weakness. Diego brought the whip down again, a wet thud resounded where the barbs dug into Levi's back. He recoiled at the pain, but still didn't make a noise. Instead he shut his eyes and remembered Isabel and her sweet smile and high spirit. He missed her.

Diego swung again and again, ripping away skin and splattering blood on himself, Levi, and the ground. Levi's blood hung in the air like a thin mist, putting a film of red on everything.

Diego swung one last time, this time, the whip came into contact with the edge of Levi's back and curled around his side, embedding itself into a part of his abdominals. Levi held his breath.

Diego tugged, trying to get the whip out of Levi's skin. It wouldn't release. Diego got a nefarious smile on his blood spattered face. With all his weight, he ripped the whip back, it releasing from Levi's skin with an audible rip.

All the breath left Levi, making him release a gasp. He couldn't keep himself up anymore. His body sagged and trembled from all the torture and exhaustion.

Diego walked around in front of him and leaned down, grabbing hold of his hair and yanking up his head so that they were face to face, "This is only the beginning," Diego spat, then released his hair, giving Levi one final kick to the face.

Diego walked to the door and opened it, calling out to someone unseen in the hall, "Get that wench in here to clean him up, don't want him dying too quickly!" He then disappeared through the door, leaving Levi alone.