AN: i'm aware that I wrote that xander died, but let's just pretend that Red only took enough blood to knock him out and then took him with her to the factory.
AN2: Just wanted to say thank you to my faithful readers, this is a little interlude about what is happening to Xander. Hopefully I'll post another chapter later on today.
Disclaimer: you know the drill…
Chapter 8 Xander II
He woke up looking around, knowing that they probably knocked him out again, but this time he was feeling even more awful and weak than last time.
He could feel chains around his wrists and tried to get his hands down to his sides only to discover he was chained to the bedpost. Panicked he tried to break the chains even though he knew it was pointless. He just knew he had to try something. While he prayed that Buffy would come save him.
"Finally awake?" Willow asked him, but it wasn't his Willow, it was the one from the alternative dimension. The way she looked at him gave him the creeps. Making him try to back away, the main word being try. Willow had grabbed one of his legs. He tried to kick out, but all he accomplished was for Willow to giggle at his spirit.
"I'm going to love breaking your spirit", she said. "You should have seen what I did to Puppy, only he was naughty, are you naughty?" she asked with a smirk. He could see as her eyes developed a hungry look. And all he could answer was a hopeful "No?" She laughed, freeing him from the bed she carried him over to the chains he could see on the wall, fastening them around his wrists and ankles so that he couldn't move. She whispered into his ear: "There's no Buffy to save you now." She was moving away from him and he almost sighed in relief until he saw the reason for her moving away temporarily was a table filled with torture devices. She picked up the whip and walked towards him.
He was woken up with a bucket of cold water to the face, the last thing he could remember was the knives, she used them to carve intricate designs into his skin, throwing salt in the wounds to make sure that they would scar. She wanted him to remember forever what she did to him. To always have a reminder of what she could do to him. In true Xander fashion he couldn't help but think that at least Willow did a beautiful job, it could have looked worse. He almost sobbed as the thought ran through his mind.
"Let's start with blunt now? Would you like that? I think you are going to like it much better than sharp. Or do you want to do hot? Maybe we'll do a little bit of both? ANSWER ME!" she asked him ending with a scream that made his toes curl at the sharp sound. But he couldn't open his mouth in fear of a sob escaping; he wouldn't give her that victory. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing him cry.
All he could do was take it and hope to God it would end soon, he didn't know how long he could take before his sanity was at stakes. Willow smiled at him before picking up a blowtorch. "Hot it is then."
