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Chapter 4 –Progress
She approached him with shackles similar to the ones that had been used on her. Maybe, this would jog his memory of her and make him come to realise how futile trying to escape was. She had to make him think the others didn't care about him, and been left, just as she had been. She moved swiftly and silently so she wouldn't wake him. She would wake him when she felt it time, for now she would just watch him so when he did wake up, then he would be unsettled by a presence watching him. She would also mess with his head; take away his seemingly carefree attitude.
x-X-x
Tony awoke, to a feeling that he was being watched, and also a soft voice whispering to him, telling him that he was safe and that he would be ok. He was confused, the voice sounded familiar but he couldn't place it. As he opened his eyes he became a little scared, he was in the room that he had awoken in a couple of hours ago, the voice had told him it was safe, what the hell he thought wryly to himself. Then he thought, obviously the person that had him was trying to mess with his head, he would not break he told himself, no matter how creepy the place or the voice was. Gibbs would kill him if he let this get to him. With his vision still blurry he didn't see what was coming next.
SMACK
The force of the hand on his already sore face brought him back to his painful reality. Every part of his body hurt, his bruises had bruises. The hit also brought his vision back into clear focus and he looked into the face of his captor. To say he was shocked was an understatement.
"You." he rasped, shocked at how weak his voice sounded. He tried to clear his throat, but only ended up in almost coughing up a lung; the jarring of the coughs rattled his ribs, sending pain across his chest. He realised that at least a few were bruised. He wrapped his hands protectively around his chest. This was when he noticed the shackles around his wrists. When did they get there? He spoke again, sounding a little more normal though still strained.
"Why are y-" she hit him again and spoke harshly.
"I, will ask the questions, you will not speak until I tell you." Her eyes were cold as she spoke.
"What th-" He was cut off as she struck him. Grey was creeping into his vision and his head was now pounding.
"You will not speak!" She shouted.
"Like hell I-" with this, she put all her strength into the next blow. He was sent crashing to the ground, from the leaning posture he had been in. She loomed over him while he tried to fight the darkness trying to swallow him. She had seen his spirit come back in his last anger riddled answer. She hated that it was back, though that did mean she could have some more fun with him. She hovered until she watched him fall into an exhausted sleep, the hunger and beating taking its toll on him.
Now that Tony actually knew who his captor was, he felt relieved and felt his urgency to get out of here coming back. He was being punished for something, but it wasn't the thing he had thought at the start, it was something else completely, not that he knew what it was though. He wondered how he managed to get himself into these situations; Gibbs would kill him for getting kidnapped again. It was becoming a habit of his. He had pretended to collapse a moment ago, hopefully she would leave him alone now, so he could think of an escape plan.
However, he didn't get the chance, after she left, he heard her friends coming back, then he felt a sting in his arm. Was that to make him not aware of anything he thought with alarm, this scared him a little, they could do anything to him and he wouldn't even know it. He hoped that either he found his way out, or Gibbs would fine him soon. The last thing that he heard was that he was safe again; she was back and whispering to him again. What was with that, when he obviously wasn't safe.
The two goons that had pinned him while giving him the drug were back, swarming his vision, looking like his team mates. This had to be a dream now, more like a nightmare he thought, especially after her heard what they were saying. They were almost chanting it.
"It should have been you."
"It's your fault she's dead." the voices grew in volume and speed until he snapped and screamed.
"Noooo" the other voice had just said he was safe, now his own team were against him and, blaming him for things that even they had said he couldn't of done anything about at the time.
She smiled manically as she watched him fight against the images in his head. Whatever they were, they were causing the agent a lot of distress. She took another picture for her album to record his progression into a broken man. She had decided that she would withhold why he was here as, it was the not knowing that caused him to question who he was, and why he was here. She would never give him the answer, and that is what would ultimately destroy him.
When Tony next returned to consciousness the soft, caring voice was back. This was getting creepy, every time the voice spoke, something would happen. He was not disappointed this time and received a swift slap to his face. There was something different this time though, instead of his head connecting with the floor or a wall, it now connected with a hard metal table. When had he been moved?
"What t-" he was hit again.
"Don't you remember our conversation yesterday, Tony?" he heard the female voice, it sounded slightly excited. Was she enjoying this? He felt her fingers caress his cheek then travel down to his chest, this is when he realised he was shirtless. He flinched at the touch. She's trying to mess with your head DiNozzo, don't let her. If he was honest though, he was scared of what she might do.
"Wait what…Day is it?" he asked, expecting to be hit again for speaking out of turn.
"The day? The day Agent DiNozzo, doesn't matter. All that does matter is that you pay for what you did." Malice evident in her voice. She back-handed him, it sent stars into his vision. He tried to move his hands to reach up to his face, but met resistance. He had been restrain and was shirtless, can this get any worse he complained quietly. His struggles quickly diminished as his body was weak, he hadn't been given any food and only little water. He had the feeling that even if he wanted to escape, his body wouldn't cooperate. The darkness consumed him again. Maybe, it was the drug maybe, it was the hits to the head, but he had come to realise that he wasn't trapped in the darkness of the room as; the room was now dimly lit. He was trapped in the Darkness of his own mind, and that is what scared him the most. His mind had a tendency to twist everything against him.
The next few days were a blur to Tony; it was the same routine everyday. He was told he was safe then drugged, and then beaten. She kept on telling him that he would pay for what he had done, but he didn't actually know what he had done. After a few days of being told it was his fault and he deserved what he was getting, he started to believe it. By day six, it felt like he had been there for weeks, however, he didn't even know how much time had passed. He just wished for his body to give up so he could die in peace. He knew that Gibbs wouldn't be coming, Gibbs blamed him for everything. He no longer waited to be rescued…
x-X-x
Each time she had whispered to him, she watched as the words caused him to flinch a little more every time she said them, this is what she wanted. Soon, he would think it wasn't safe anywhere. The fire in his eyes that had returned had been extinguished again. It had taken a bit longer than she had hoped but that had made it more fun, she still had time to complete the album before Friday.
She had taken enough pictures to make him fear flashing lights, for the rest of his life. That is, if he survived the final stage of her plan. She finished placing the pictures carefully in the album, without leaving any finger prints. She knew that Gibbs would connect the dots, but she would be far away by the time he got here. She had never actually planned to kill Tony, just wanted to break him. And then, if she could watch the after effects from a distance. She would lead Gibbs to find Tony, but would Tony want to be found.
Friday 14:00pm
She administered the final dose and watched as his pupils dilated, the remaining life in them fading. They remained open and unseeing as the agent's body stilled. She removed the restraints from his semi naked form, and left his cell phone next to him. This was done as if to taunt him. She looked into his empty eyes for the last time, knowing that he wouldn't try to escape, or even call for help. She left. She had gotten her revenge…
TBC
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