WARNING - There is torture
Dick was laying in his makeshift room, which was just a closet that was about 72 inches, curled up in a ball on top of dirty blankets and sheets. Dick was never allowed out unless told to come out; which he was only out to clean or to be 'punished'.
Zucco walked into his room and went straight to the closet door unlocking it. Once the door opened Dick looked up with fear in his eyes. On instinct, Dick put his hand out and together in front of him. Zucco smirked as grabbed Dick by the hair and pulled him up to his feet. "Come on, it's time," Zucco laughed and dragged Dick by his hair to the basement.
Inside is a dark room with one dim light and on the wall are everything from handcuffs to whips and bats, there is blood splattered on every wall with decaying bodies, and a few mice in addition to having a Flying Grayson's poster directly above the table to torture Dick, even more, there are knives and bats laying around all with Dick's parents blood on them.
Once Zucco reached the basement, he threw Dick to the floor, where Dick laid with silent tears streaming down his face. Zucco continued to walk to the cart that had all his equipment he needed for Dick's 'punishment'. "Get up you worthless piece of shit, and lay on the table," Zucco told Dick, who quickly complied and laid on the table in the middle of the of the basement. Zucco picked up a knife and walked over to Dick's side and strapped his wrists and ankles.
Dick closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at the Flying Grayson poster right above him. "Open your beautiful blue eyes, or I'll put you outside for a week!" Demanded Zucco holding the knife up against Dick's cheek. Dick was debating whether or not it was better to open his eyes or being chained to the dog house out back.
He thought for a few seconds, if I open my eyes, then I have to look at them, but if I keep them closed, then there is a chance that Batman could find and save me! He thought excitedly. Dick decided to keep his eyes closed. "You little shit!" Zucco slapped him across the face and cut a Z in Dick's forearm. "After this, you're going outside."
Zucco walked away from the table, with the knife, over to the cart and grabbed a zapper. The zapper was long, the end was red, and the handle was black. He walked back over to Dick and zapped Dick on his right thigh. Dick let out a small yelp, squeezing his eyes tightly and flinched away. Zucco walked down to Dick's feet and zapped the bottom of his right foot. Dick let out a scream and let a few tears fall.
Zucco smirked and went over to Dick's left foot and zapped it. Dick's foot shook as he screamed and cried. "You're already screaming? But we haven't even started yet." Zucco taunted. He walked up to Dick's face, gently placed his hand on Dick's cheek and he flinched away. "T-te rog opre-ștete" (P-please, st-op) Dick said still shaking from the shocks. "Why should listen to someone that would not listen to me?" Zucco said zapping Dick under his left arm. Dick let out another scream as he tried to pull himself away from the zapper.
Zucco put the zapper down on the table and grabbed Dick's cheeks to make him look at Zucco. "You are mine to do whatever I want" Zucco shove Dick's face away from him as he picked up the zapper and walked over to the cart. Zucco put the zapper down picking up a brander and putting it in the fireplace. The brander had a design of a T and a Z going through the T. After it heating up for about five minutes, he took it out and walked back over to Dick with the brander in a position to brand Dick. Dick looked up at Zucco with fear in his eyes and trying to wiggle out of the restraints as his breath hitched with every step Zucco took. "If you ever disobey me again you won't just be outside, but you will have another one on the other side," Zucco told him positioning the brander over the right side of Dick's chest. As the brander came closer and closer to his chest, Dick struggled even harder.
Once the brander touched Dick's chest, he let out a bloodcurdling scream and was violently trying to get away from the pain. After a few minutes of Zucco holding the brander on Dick's chest, Zucco pulled the branderoff and smiled. Dick just laid there shaking and crying from the pain. Zucco walked down to Dick's feet and unstrapped his ankle watching as they were brought up to his chest the best he could - do to him laying flat on his back - Zucco walked up to Dick's hands and unstrapped them as well.
Once his hands were free, he pulled them to his chest, rolling to his left side and curling up into a ball. Zucco smirked, once again, walking over to the cart and picked up a muzzle. The muzzle was black with a medium sized ball and it completely covered the mouth. He walked back over to Dick, grabbed his hair and put the muzzle over his face. Zucco pulled Dick off of the table, dragged him upstairs and outside to a dog house, just big enough for Dick to fit inside, on the far end of the yard. The base of the dog house was made up of wood like plastic, with a chain linked fence on three sides of the dog house, a little door on the front with a chain linked fence on it as well, a leash connected to the far wall of the dog house, and a small dog bed in the far left corner.
"Now sit and be a good dog and stay." Commanded Zucco patting Dick on the head, just like you would to a dog. Dick sat down on the ground and watched Zucco grab a collar and a leash. He walked back over to where he had Dick sitting and put a collar on, then attached a leash to the back of the collar. "That's a good boy," Zucco patted Dick's head. "Are you going to make a noise if I remove the muzzle?" Dick quickly shook his head and Zucco smiled. He took the muzzle off and pointed at the dog house. "Go to bed!" Dick crawled, on all fours, in and laid on his bed. "I'll come back and check on you in the morning." Zucco closed and locked the door and walked away.
Word Count - 1119