Leon got up and grabbed the pistols from the fallen men, quickly hiding them under the mattress. No more than 10 seconds had gone by before two men came to drag the bodies up and clean up the mess. They didn't seem to notice the lack of weapons on the bodies and once they were finished and gone, Leon let out a sigh of relief. Sasha gave him a look.
"You think you can escape?" He asked, amazed by the agents boundless will to survive. Leon seized his clothing from the table and shrugged.
"It's worth a try. But not yet." Leon entered the small bathroom and shut the door. He trusted the man enough that he wouldn't betray him. Sasha seemed to dislike Simmons nearly as much as he did. He wondered if given the opportunity to leave, would Sasha come with him?
Leon turned the water on hot and let the silk robe slide off his shoulders. He stepped under the stream and tilted his head back, letting the water cascade of his skin. He had been here nearly eleven days now and couldn't help but wonder what else Simmons had planned for him. His methods of torture were slightly unconventional, to say the least, and Leon didn't doubt the man had been searching the internet for more cunning ideas to try on him. He brushed his wet bangs from his eyes and turned his arm over, looking at the inflamed burned and scarred skin. There was no doubt that the muscles and tendons would be permanently damaged, and although he could move his fingers slightly, there was an obvious strain and pressure behind it, due to a lack of control. He would probably never be able to fire a gun from his left hand again, which was upsetting due to the fact that he had become such a skilled sharpshooter when it came to dual-wielding pistols. He sighed and let his arm fall back to his side.
Once he was completely blood and grime free, Leon shut the water off and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed one of the fluffy white towels and dried himself off before grabbing for his dress shirt. The fabric felt softer than he remembered and he put it to his nose, inhaling deeply. It smelled faintly of laundry detergent and he raised a brow. Simmons had his clothes washed? Several questions filled his mind but he pushed them back. He didn't want to waste his energy on something so unimportant. He got dressed and stepped out of the bathroom, seeing Sasha near the door.
"I should be leaving. I doubt Simmons would like it if I stay here. Plus…" He gestured at his tattered clothing and Leon nodded. "I'll be back to bring you some food later. Don't get yourself into too much trouble, alright?"
"Now that's a promise I can't make. Trouble is what I'm all about." Leon smirked, making the blond roll his eyes and take his leave. Leon sat on the bed and sighed. It probably wouldn't be long before Simmons came to retrieve him for more torture.
"Are you going to come along willingly or shall I make you?"
As expected, Simmons returned for Leon within a couple of hours. Leon knew the obvious choice, but it didn't stop him from stabbing fun at Simmons. He didn't doubt the older man had something up his sleeve for today, which he was going to find out about whether he obeyed or not. Pissing Simmons off was too much fun to pass up, even if it caused Leon more pain in the long run. At this point he didn't have much to lose. Simmons wouldn't kill him (again) because of his knowledge of the whereabouts of the usb. He was confident the man wouldn't do anything extremely serious or life threatening to him other than inflict more pain, and as much as it sucked, he would have to endure it.
"Guess it depends on which one of us plans on having the most fun." Leon crossed his arms. Simmons chuckled and approached him, his dark eyes burning. He leaned in, much closer than Leon liked, to the point where his hot breath was caressing the agent's ear.
"It will be me. That's a promise." Simmons grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him out of the room. Leon was thankful he chose the uninjured one, and made a mental note of all the turns they took. Left. Right. Left. They stopped at the second door on the left and Simmons unlocked it, pulling him inside. Everything about the room was sterile and white, the only things inside being a chair and metal cart, which was of course covered by a cloth. Leon was suddenly thrown against the wall, held in place by a firm hand around his neck.
"Where is the device!" Simmons snarled, his voice dripping with malice.
"Oh, we're back to this are we? Just when I thought your ideas were original." Leon forced a sigh, his lips tilting up in a slight smirk. The hand around his neck tightened and he glared at the older man, holding his burning gaze. "Fuck you."
Simmons released his neck and pushed him into the chair roughly. Leon made sure to give the man a hard time, deftly avoiding his grasp whenever he attempted to grab Leon's hands. Simmons growled and grabbed his injured one, slamming it onto the armrest roughly eliciting a small yelp of pain from the agent. Simmons smirked victoriously, pulling the leather strap tight enough to bite into the sensitive flesh before doing the same with the other arm. All the while Leon kept his burning green eyes focused on the older man.
"You will tell me, in due time. I know you know where it is and I will make you talk," Simmons dramatically tossed the cloth from the metal cart, making Leon roll his eyes. The man sure liked to fucking stroke his ego.
Derek rested his hands on the cart, eyeing the new set of tools and items on it. He would break Leon eventually. The man was insanely stubborn, he'd give him that, but he was less witty than he thought he was. He ran his fingers over the blade of a knife. He could cut out Leon's tongue, but then he wouldn't be able to hear every glorious scream of pain the man elicited. No, that simply would not do. Perhaps he would start with something small, slowly draining Leon's energy and resolve, then work his way up to something much grander. He smirked to himself. Now that was an idea. Leon glared up at him as he approached, kneeling down to get a better look at the agents eyes.
"So resilient. But for how long?"
In one swift movement, Simmons had Leon's left hand pinky finger between his own fingers and was pulling it back so quickly the snap of bone breaking shocked Leon as much as it hurt. He let out a slightly delayed cry, bolts of pain shooting up his injured hand. Simmons had broken it just above the knuckle and licked his lips as he watched Leon's reaction. He released the injured finger and moved to the next, his ring finger, which also suffered the same fate. Simmons kept going, not allowing Leon any time for reprieve as he broke his middle and pointer fingers as well. With every snap was a more audible agony, the tones of Leon's screams increasing and lasting longer.
"Where is the device!" Simmons crunched Leon's hand tightly between his fist, making the agent writhe in his seat and attempt to free himself. He turned his head side to side, his breaths coming in uneven, short gasps.
"I don't know!" Leon cried his response, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw ached.
"Liar!" Simmons released his hand and slapped him across the face before walking back to the cart. Leon let his head slump, focusing on trying to even out his breathing and combat the pain somehow.
Simmons returned quickly, pulling the entire cart with him and stopping it beside Leon. He turned his head, watching as Simmons prepared what looked like a large battery and two metal clamps. He turned it on and waited for it to charge, slowly rolling Leon's sleeves up to his elbows. Once the light on the device turned green, he grabbed the plastic part of the clamps and struck them together, causing a small burst of sparks. His eyes gleamed as he took his place before Leon, making sure not to touch him as he pressed the metallic ends to his forearms.
A large shock shot through his body, causing Leon to scream involuntarily and making his muscles tense and contract in pain. The shock lasted a couple of seconds before Simmons removed the clamps from his burning hot skin, the skin slightly singed.
"Where is the device?" Simmons asked, all too calm.
"I don't know!" Leon pleaded, which earned him another shock.
"Where is the device?"
"God Damnit I said I don't know!" Leon screamed, both furious and wounded. Simmons increased the voltage, rewarding Leon with another shock, one that lasted much longer than the first two and had his vision losing focus. He threw his head back, his cries of pain lasting equally as long as the current flowing through his veins.
"Where. Is. The. Device, Leon?" Simmons enunciated each word slowly, taking in the way Leon was shaking his head, listening to every delicious broken breath fall from the younger man's lips. He eyed the beats of sweat that were sliding down Leon's neck and collarbone, and wondered if he would be able to taste the agent's agony if he licked them up.
"I don't know…" Leon said weakly, his eyes fluttering. How much more of this could he take? He could already feel his pulse stuttering slightly, thee pace uneven. If Simmons shocked him too much he could go into cardiac arrest. A final shock cut off his cries and caused him to lose consciousness.
Derek turned off the device and set it aside, putting two fingers to the side of Leon's neck. His pulse was alright, considering what he'd been through, and he would recover within a couple of hours. As he walked out of the room, he called for Sasha to take care of Leon's wounds. He slipped his hands into his pockets, already eager to test Leon again. What could possibly break the man any faster than this? As he passed the cafeteria, he found his eyes drawn to the windows which showed the sun shining down on a dense forest.
He had his answer: a taste of freedom.
I'd like to say a special thanks to Lee for your support and lovely review. This chapter dedicated to you.
