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Tom woke with a start, but instantly regretted it. His ribs hurt like hell and his arm felt like it was on fire. Gingerly, he lifted his hand to touch his forehead and found it covered in blood. "Great."
Tom looked around at his surroundings. He was in a basement and it looked old. There was a bed in one corner with a wimpy mattress and cover. A staircase led up to another door which was most likely the entrance to the basement. There was a door leading to a bathroom and that was about it besides a light bulb hanging from the ceiling.
Hanson tried to move his hands, but found they were handcuffed together. He tried the same with his feet, but found the same result. "Well, at least I'm not blindfolded still." Always tried to keep optimistic, that was the key.
The door opened and five guys walked down the stairs, all wearing evil grins. Tom noticed that one held a sledge hammer and his eyes widened in fear at what was going to happen.
"Hello, Officer Hanson," Jon said with a sneer. Oh great, they know my cover, Tom thought. "We hope your trip wasn't too bad."
"Well, it would've been better if I got those little peanuts that they give you on the plane." This remark got Tom a slap and a kick to the ribs. He gasped as his already injured ribs were hurt even more. Okay, maybe they don't like sarcasm.
"I don't like that tone of yours, Officer Hanson," Jon exaggerated the officer part of his name, "So I suggest you keep your mouth shut."
Tom nodded and was about to speak when he felt a sharp pain in his ribs and kept his mouth shut. Maybe they would let him go soon if he cooperated. Once again, Tom was only trying to stay optimistic or else he would lose hope and most likely go insane.
"I like him better this way, what about you guys?" One of his kidnappers, Garrett, said with a laugh. He was the one holding the sledge hammer and Tom didn't take his eyes off of the hammer as Garrett held the hammer over his shoulder. He didn't want to think why they brought the hammer, for that wouldn't be optimistic thinking.
"So tell us, cop, where is Andrew Johnson? We know you know his whereabouts for it was your people who arrested him two weeks ago," Jon demanded.
"I'm telling you, it wasn't our case. I have no clue what happened to him!" Tom exclaimed, feeling his voice go high in fear. Dammit, that was bad to show fear.
"You liar!" Kevin, another kidnapper, shouted and kicked Tom in the mid section several times. Tom groaned in pain and tried to wrap his arms around his mid section, but was stopped by the handcuffs that held his hands together. He could only just sit there and wait for the pain to pass.
"Andrew was arrested three weeks ago, one week before you came to our school. Then you come along and somehow know all about us and our little business going on. I wonder how? Maybe you tortured Andrew until he squealed or maybe you have more spies amongst us. I don't know and don't really care, all I need is the whereabouts of Andrew. He's not in prison I can tell you that, or else I would've known by now," Jon said and got right into Tom's face.
"I don't know!"
"I don't think he's going to talk without a little push, Jon," Chase said. Chase shared an evil glance with Garrett and all of sudden Tom knew what they were going to do.
"I guess you're right, he's not going to talk. You boys can have your fun with him, just don't kill him, he may squeal later on," Jon said with an evil smile and walked up the stairs and left the basement.
In an instant, Kevin and Chase grabbed Tom's arms and dragged him to the centre of the room. Garrett and his last kidnapper, Will, walked over to Tom, Garrett holding the sledge hammer in a very menacing way.
"Which bone first? Feet? Hands? Legs?" Garrett asked and looked around at his friends.
"Break his feet...both of them," Kevin said in an evil way. He looked at Tom with the last part said to see Tom's face go pale with fear. All optimistic feelings were gone, Tom felt ready to throw up when Garrett raised the hammer.
Before the hammer came smashing down, Will placed a wooden block between Tom's ankles. Tom had seen Misery, he knew what was coming.
"No! Please, God no!" He screamed, feeling the pain before Garrett even hit him. The pain was like an explosion of hell wildfire. It cause him to scream and tears to leak out of his eyes. He had never felt so much pain in his life. It was as if his very soul was being baked into an over and then stabbed multiple times with blazing knives.
Kevin laughed at Tom's screams and Garrett brought the hammer down on Tom's other foot. The pain was the same, if not worse. He screamed and screamed, trying to block out the pain or the sound of his tormentors laughing.
Kevin raised his foot and stomped on Tom's broken feet. Tom was now sobbing from the pain, tears leaking out and he couldn't stop. Snot was running down from his face and tears mingled in with it.
"Aw, poor Tommy can't take a little pain," Chase teased in a little voice as if he were talking to baby instead of a man in extreme pain.
Little pain? Getting shot with a paint ball gun was a little pain. Accidentally slicing your finger with a knife was a little pain. Having your feet broken by a sledge hammer and then stepped on was enough to make even the toughest person tell. If only he could tell.
"I think Little Tommy needs a little nap," Kevin cooed. Kevin sat down and caressed Tom's face as if he was touching a lover.
"Kevin, Jon said to wait for that," Will warned. "It was just the feet today, and maybe a little beating. Remember, it we go too fast too soon, he might die."
"And then Jon will really be pissed at us," Garrett said in agreement.
"I know, it's just he is such a pretty one," Kevin said, looking at Tom with his eyes full of lust. Kevin stood up and delivered three more kicks to Tom's mid section before going up the stairs.
"Can I have the hammer?" Chase asked and Garrett handed over the hammer. Chase smiled before hitting Tom's feet again. Here came the pain in extreme measures, taking him through hell.
"STOP! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP!" Tom screamed, but the massive breath he took injured his bruised ribs. He gasped and tried to take shallower breaths.
"I think we're done for the day," Chase said, inspecting the damage. Tom's hair was bloodied and his shoulder seemed dislocated. He was breathing shallowly, giving the impression of bruised or broken ribs. Then there was his feet, two mangled messes laying there limp on the floor. The cuffs on his feet had broken into the skin and let a small trail of blood roll down his ankles.
"Good night Tommy, but remember, this is only the beginning." Garrett, Chase, and Will walked back up the stairs, laughing like evil scientists.
Tom curled into the fetal position and cried himself to sleep, but the pain still followed him into his dreams.
Doug, where are you?
Little longer then the first chapter, but lots of Tommy torture...well, at least I hope so. I got the breaking feet idea from St. Minority's wonderful story, Cleansing. Check it out, it's a great Tommy-whumping story. Also, I'm not sure about any rape yet...still deciding! Review!
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