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Chapter 4
He had lost count of how many times he felt the burning sensation on his back. How many times he had failed to hold back the scream, his throat horse and sore. He didn't want to give him what he wanted, to let Peter and El hear him in pain, knowing there was nothing they could do. At least he wasn't making Peter do it this time.
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After they left, Peter was disorientated. His stomach and face had been the main targets, but his legs had had a few kicks too. He heard El sobbing, looking at her with her darkening eye and cheek. They just sat there. Her asking if he was ok repeatedly. Him saying yes, but grimacing as he did. He was about to answer again when a scream ripped through the air. He sat up straighter, heart racing, the noise echoing in his ears.
"Oh my god, Peter." She was scared, of what she could see and what she couldn't. He looked at her, seeing the fear in his eyes reflected in hers. He was about to reply, to reassure her, when another ear piercing and pain filled scream erupted. He stared at the wall he knew separated him from his friend, when another one shook the room. They were continuous, and he wanted to know what the hell was happening. El began to cry again.
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He was left hanging there. Swinging slightly, the ropes biting his already hurt wrists. The three guys were still there, behind so he couldn't see them. He felt one of them walk up to him, felt his tie being wrapped around his head, covering his eyes. He tensed. He felt his boxers be pulled down, to his knees, followed by what sounded like multiple click and flashes of a camera. He shivered, as they were returned to his hips.
"We'll sent them to your friend's next door, something to remember you by."
He felt himself move, his arms burning as he was cut down from the hook, blacking out momentarily from the pain spread from shoulder to shoulder and neck to waist. He screamed out again, his voice thin and strained. His hands were still tied in front of him.
He was on the ground again, crying out, feeling his arms being stretched once again over his head as he was dragged to the other room, blood trailing behind him and his back in agony. As the door opened he first heard Peter gasp.
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After the torturous wait, the door was opened, the guy in charge walking through like nothing was wrong, with a bloody rag in his hand. Looking behind, Peter saw the hands of his friend, being pulled, tied together. He gasped, about to shout when the rag was stuffed in his mouth, a thick piece of tape securing it. He felt sick, the blood on that rag was Neal's and it was in his mouth.
But he forgot about it, eyes widening, when Neal was dragged into full view. The bruises on his body multiplied, a blood trail behind him. He felt sick. The guys brought him to where his chair was, dumbing him in front of it, back to Peter, showing him the uncountable rips in his flesh.
"This is when we bid you farewell. You see Agent, you had it all wrong, we didn't want information about anything. We just needed to distract your team long enough to get away. And I think it has been a success. Don't you?" He winked at Peter, turning swiftly, following his guys, giving Neal a kick to the front of his underwear – earning a moan – and leaving, stopping only to cut El's rope bindings.