Warning- torture mentioned.

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Thottle and Modo watched their brother step outside and looked at each other. Neither one of them wanting the younger male to be alone right now yet knowing that one of them had to watch the rest of the video. They did a quick game of rock-paper and in the end Modo was the one to go after Vinny. Leaving Throttle with the grim task of seeing what happened next.

It was beyond nightmare worthy.

Throttle kept pausing the video so that he could run into the kitchen and wretch. He just couldn't fathom the reasons why someone- anyone would do such horrible-despicable- horrific things to another person. He finished emptying the contents of his stomach and wiped his mouth with the back of one hand then took a shuttering breath and straightened his spine.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to see the rest. He really wasn't.

As it was he'd already had to mute the volume to block out the sounds of screaming. The images of the woman from the camp site, the one whom had been with the people in Alice's group had just had one of her eyes removed with a dull spoon then had some sicko ejaculate in it.

He was wary of what he might see next when he restarted the video. He'd already seen that the woman wasn't alone. There was a fourteen year old girl with light brown hair and blue eyes in the room with her and her tormentors.

He stood there in the kitchen, trying hard to block out the images in his head. Dear god if he watched anymore of the video he'd need therapy more than he already did. And that was really saying something.

His mind was already running away with him, filling in the blanks from the video. He kept asking himself, If I were a psychopath sadist masochist then what would I do to anyone in my grasp?

The answers weren't good. Not good at all. His mind kept coming up with all sort of horrible things that reminded him of his earlier days as a soldier fighting on mars. He couldn't help himself from wondering exactly what had been done to the woman and the girl. Which in turn caused him to think that if such things had happened to those two...then what had happened to Alice when she had been in their hands?

Had she somehow managed to escape them whole? He gripped the edge of the counter so hard that he almost snapped the wood as he mentally shook himself. No. He doubted that it was possible for anyone to go through something like that and walk away intact.

He didn't care if said person was the fucking man of steel, it just wasn't possible. He sighed and waited until he was sure he wasn't going to get sick again then walked across the room and shut off the computer figuring that he'd seen enough to more or less get the gist of how those murderous assholes worked.

He closed the computer then was about to go outside to check on Modo and Vinny when he heard a distressed sound coming from his loft and quickly made his way over to the stairs so that he could check on Alice.

Alice's eyes fluttered open for a moment as she tried shifting herself, unsure if she was trying to get up or simply make herself more comfortable. She couldn't recall where she was or what had happened. She couldn't even feel the wound around her ankle.

in fact she couldn't really feel anything at all. Her mind felt nice and fuzzy, her thought process was slow and sluggish. She felt better than she had in years. It was wonderful really. It wasn't normal and on some level she must have recognized the danger that she maybe was in at that very moment.

But it didn't stop her from laying there on the soft cushy...whatever it was. It smelled like wind and pine. She buried her nose against it and breathed deep so that she could remember the scent later on and didn't even react when someone stepped into the room decked out in black jeans and russet colored fur.