A/N: Hi everyone. *sigh* I'm really sad... I won't be able to go to Tennessee this summer cause my plans got fucked up. I was gonna stay with my best friend and now I probably won't get to see her at all. *cries* Waaaahhhhhh...
[Sorry for the 3 day time skip...]
Logan P.O.V- Day Four...
Everything hurt. My arm throbbed like nothing I had ever felt before. There wasn't a part on nor in my body that didn't hurt. So far I had been electrocuted, whipped, burned, drowned, stabbed, and beaten. I felt like complete shit. I missed Hesh, but I was beginning to wonder if they were coming. It had already been... three days? No, no, four. It was four... wasn't it? It was difficult to keep track of time.
The pit was a terrible place. Every time it rained, and it did so quite often wherever I was, the pit filled with rain water and it was very difficult to keep my head above water. I had nearly drowned a few times already. I had tried for hours to climb out when I first woke up here, but with one broken arm it was impossible.
I received one meal a day, although I never ate the food that was brought. It was poisoned- I knew from my experience when I ate the first time the food was given to me, which had been extremely painful. The pit was muddy and smelled terrible- mostly because this was the only place I had to piss or shit.
So yeah, basically I was stuck in a deep pit filled with my own blood, piss, and shit, severely injured and waiting for my team to come get me. Life sucked. Rorke kept saying they weren't coming for me, but I was sure they would. Any day now, they would come. I would go back home and all of this shit would be behind us.
"Hah. You keep right on thinking that, Junior. But it's never gonna happen." Rorke taunted from the top of the pit.
I jumped at the sudden noise, groaning in pain as the movement seemed to set my injuries aflame. I didn't realize I had said that out loud. Oh fuck... not again. He came by everyday to bring me to a room and torture me. I hated every second of it.
I glared up at him and defiantly spat, "Fuck you."
It only served to make him smile, which was a gruesome sight. Then, just like every time this happened, two armed guards entered the pit and forcefully dragged me up to Rorke. The first time, they hadn't been armed- so I promptly snapped their necks. It was a delightful experience, especially since it made Rorke angry. The punishment, however, was not as delightful. In fact it was rather horrible.
They dragged me from the pit and I was on ground level now... with Rorke. He said something to them in a weird dialect of Spanish and started walking, with them following close behind. Tears fell from my eyes because every bump I was dragged over was sheer agony. Moving in the slightest hurt like hell, so I certainly didn't need to be dragged around. We entered a building that had long hallways and hard cement floors- but at least there were no more bumps.
After a few minutes of going through the halls, Rorke entered a room and the guards dragged me in as well. I gasped when I saw what was in it. There was a metal table with restraints on it in the center. My stomach lurched when I saw that there was a drain under it... oh God. The wall on the right side had torture weapons hung all over it- everything from razor sharp knives to pliers.
No no no no no. I did not like this room. I struggled against the guards, making my injuries feel like acid was being poured into them, but I currently didn't care. All I wanted to do was get out of this room and away from Rorke. The guards simply tightened their grip on my arms and dragged me to the table. Shit shit shit! They managed to get me on the table, but tying me down took a lot more effort.
After watching them struggle with the task for a few minutes, Rorke sighed and stepped forward. He punched me right in the nose- hard. I literally saw stars. It disabled me long enough for him to buckle my wrists and ankles into the restraints. Fuck. Blood ran down my face and my nose hurt really bad. I think he broke it... I swear I heard a pop. I opened my mouth to scream, only to have a rag stuffed in it and firmly tied behind my head. Damn it.
I tugged at my arms and legs, but it was no use. I could barely move. Panic filled me to the brim as I wondered what he was going to do. He sent the guards out and walked along the wall, looking at all the different torture weapons. Eventually he settled on a really sharp knife... shit. He strolled back to the table with an evil smile. He sighed and leaned on the edge, running the blade through my hair just to bug me. I glared at him.
"You are a stubborn one, aren't you? It makes me wonder why your team abandoned you..." He said, feigning pity.
They didn't abandon me... No, they're still coming. They'll be here soon.
"They aren't coming, Logan. They abandoned you. Doesn't that make you mad?" He asked, running the knife down my cheek.
They didn't abandon me.
He waited a moment, then put more pressure on the blade, just barely drawing blood. I winced and did my best not to move, knowing that would make it worse.
"I asked you a question. Are you mad that your team abandoned you?" He asked louder, applying increasing pressure on the blade.
THEY DIDN'T ABANDON ME! I thought stubbornly, shoving the growing doubt away.
It dug into my cheek and tears welled up in my eyes. I whimpered and bit into the rag, trying to keep myself from screaming as he pushed harder. Then he smiled and pulled the slightly bloody knife back, leaving a 3 inch long gash in my cheek.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "How does it feel to be left behind?"
Tears fell down the sides of my face. Surely they hadn't abandoned me... did they? No. No, they wouldn't. They loved me. But... if they loved me, then why haven't they come yet? The doubt Rorke had planted in my mind rapidly began to grow. I tried not to believe the crazy scenarios my mind created, but it was difficult. I began to doubt that they were coming to get me.
While I was thinking about this, Rorke had been preparing a syringe.
He turned back to me and said, "And what about that big brother of yours? Hesh. Why hasn't he come to get you yet? Hmmm... maybe he's glad he doesn't have to deal with you any more."
No... that's not possible. Hesh loves me... Doesn't he?
He injected the poison into my neck and I whined, unable to do anything else. Then something odd happened. Rorke disappeared and... suddenly Hesh was standing in front of the table. Holy shit. I was extremely happy to see him until I saw the pliers in his hand. What did he need those for? Oh God...
He smiled and grabbed my pinky finger, holding it still while he clamped the pliers down onto the end of my nail. No no no. I knew what he was gonna do now and I was thoroughly confused. Why would he do this?I didn't have much time to think about it, because then he pulled, bringing my nail forward. I screamed as he roughly pulled it free, holding it up with a grin. My whole hand throbbed in time with my pulse and my pinky hurt really bad.
I had no idea such a small place could hurt so much. Tears ran down my face in rivers. Why would Hesh do this? Surely that wasn't Hesh. It looked just like him, but Hesh would never hurt me... right? I thought he wouldn't... but now I wasn't so sure. This was just so confusing. Rorke said something about him not wanting to deal with me any more. Maybe that was true? I don't know what to think any more.
It was getting difficult to breathe. Yesterday I'm pretty sure Rorke broke one or two of my ribs, so it really hurt to breathe. Having a gag in my mouth and crying didn't help. Hesh or whoever this person was, set the pliers down and grabbed a shard of glass. He turned around and stabbed it into my heel with as much force as he could muster. I felt blood spurt from it as I screamed.
My thoughts were all mixed up. I want my team to come get me! Where are they?! Did they really abandon me? When will they get here? Why weren't they here now? I want Hesh. The real Hesh! This isn't him... it couldn't be. Was he really tired of dealing with me like Rorke said he was? Why should I believe what Rorke says though? Arrrgh! This is all so confusing...
The restraints dug into my wrists and ankles every time I fought to get out of them. Both my wrists and ankles were now slick with blood. I could still feel blood dribbling from my foot. Hesh laughed and sat on the edge of the table, another glass shard in hand. Shit. I was crying so hard that he was only a blob of colors, but I could still tell he was there. He smiled and dug the sharp end of the glass into my chest, dragging it down and creating a long, jagged cut.
It hurt. Everything hurt. I just wanted it to end. That was the problem though. Unless someone got me out of here, there would be no end. I would probably die here after being tortured for a few years. The mere thought of it made me cry harder. I hated this place. And the thought of being left here made me imagine how terrible my life would be. No more friends. No more Hesh or the rest of the Ghost team. There would only be Rorke and torture- every single day.
He stood up and went back to the table, grabbing a handful of glass shards. My eyes grew huge. He smirked and set them on the edge of the table I was on, pulling a chair up and sitting in front of my feet. He picked up a shard and slowly dug it into my leg, right where the calf muscle was. I cried out in pain, the sound muffled by the rag. I tried to pull my foot away, but the restraints left me with no room to move.
For the next hour, he sat there stabbing glass shards into my feet. Sometimes he would even twist ones that were already in, causing excruciating pain. By the time he stopped, my feet and some of my left leg were covered in blood with glass stuck in them. Even when Hesh wasn't touching or playing with them, my feet burned and stung as if the glass in them was on fire.
Then he cut me with knives of all different shapes and sizes for a while. Eventually I passed out. But before I did, I saw something odd. Hesh, or this guy that looked like him, disappeared. And before everything went black, Rorke stood in his place.
A/N: Wow, that was long. Logan is gonna be like super traumatized when they finally get him back... oops. *sigh* This is fun. Please review! ;)