Hello?
Are you still there?
Are you angry with me because of te april fool's joke?
Please...I...need...feedback...*faints*
For real now, you've been quite silent and that unnerves me a bit...
Can someone please make a review...
Have fun with the chapter,...research for this torture stuff was horrible...made me sick to my stomach.
Shiro Yue
How long has he been holed up in here now, bearing one torture after the other?
Two days? Three? A week?
Fuck, he needed to get back to Ichigo.
His mate had to have run out of his IV already.
Maybe his body was already rotting away by now.
After the knifes, Cang had tormented him with a burning iron rod, cut of the skin all over his body and performed waterboarding on him.
In between he always left a span of time for Shiro to recover a bit and before every new round he asked the same question, that Shiro always gave the same answer to.
Now he hung in the air again, waiting for the next thing to come.
However long he stayed here already, his fangs had finally grown back and his eyes were fully healed, but he still couldn't see very clear.
"Ichigo...stay away..."
He whispered, hoping somewhere deep within him, that maybe the lack of nourishment tore the orangette out of his slumber.
Hoping that he would survive somehow and hide away until this war died down.
Shiro laughed at himself.
That was impossible, both of it.
"What did you say?"
"That you shall go and get yourself fucked by your boss."
He sneered back at Cang.
"Still talking big are we? You are really hard to break. I wonder how long you can keep this up."
Shiro barely made out that Cang took a long instrument that bent down just above the hilt he was holding onto.
Was that a whip?
A sharp burning pain was his answer, as the tool lashed over his upper body with it's multiple strings that had hooks weaved in at the end of each one, letting him spin around.
Shiro screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Yes! Come on, show me some reaction already!"
Cang called out, hitting him three more times, enjoying Shiro's anguish a bit too much.
Another whiplash hit him.
"Call for help! Come on!"
"Gahh-! Never-!"
Shiro pressed out in between his screams.
"How-" -whip- "can you-" -whip- "be so fucking-" -whip- "stubborn!"
The albino's body was a bloody mess, deep cuts crossing all over it.
"Cang!"
There was it again, Shiro vaguely heard the chiefs voice in his daze.
Cang straitened.
"Sir, I didn't know you would come back."
"It's been four days now. I'm getting tired of waiting. Obviously your methods show no effects on him. How are the eyes?"
Shiro who had hung limp, with his head rested on his chest, looked up now.
"Rest assured, motherfucker. You're a blurry mess to me."
The vampire sneered at him, and slit his eyes.
This so called chief, was a blonde man, a bit taller then himself, that was all he could make out.
"Such a pity. Well then. Cang fix him up and get him back in his seat. Don't let him sleep until we know for sure that he isn't lying."
"Yes sir."
Cang did as he was ordered.
He gave Shiro twice as much blood as normally, so that he would heal up faster and tied him back to the chair.
After that Shiro watched as his shemes left through the only door.
Why wouldn't his eyes fucking focus?
He needed to know how to get out of here.
Focus...focus...for all that was holy in hell...FOCUS!
"Grrrraaaah!"
Shiro let out a frustrated scream toward the ceiling.
He had conserved as much blood as he could, now his strength just had to come back to him.
The door opened and Cang entered, Shiro watched him close in.
He held something in his hand.
"We have a long night in front of us, mongrel."
An electric shock hit the vampire.
"Want to bet who holds out longer?"
Shiro jeered back at him.
The answer, was both.
Cang occasionally shocked him with the stun gun to keep him awake, all the time eyeing Shiro's eyes.
Early on the next morning he disappeared than, maybe to report to his chief.
It took some time until he came back, with someone in tow.
"Well, it can't be helped. The chief wants results, so your state now has to suffice this special event."
He threw the other person forward, who fell to the ground.
Shiro could hear a high whimpering sound and the person didn't seem to be very tall.
A woman or a kid?
"The chief suggested to stir things up a bit. So, can you guess who that is?"
Cang closed up to the person again and gripped the hair on the back of his hair and pulled the head up.
"We caught this little girl, crawling around at the malls when we were hot on your heels. Originally we wanted to starve her to death, but now..."
The captain left that unspoken.
The girl had dark hair and was very lithe, as Shiro could guess.
With his blurry vision she almost looked like Rukia to him.
His dead, adopted daughter.
At this thought his heart hurt.
'Don't be fooled. Don't let him notice. He'll use it against you.'
"Oh, are this tears?"
Cang taunted, took a closer took at the girl, then snickered.
"On closer inspection, wasn't there a similar woman with you? Heh! Yes, that's right, she and some other guy got shot, wasn't it like that? Hahahaha, what a laugh! How perfect!"
The raven pulled at the girls hair again, lunacy sparkling in his eyes.
"Now, watch your little girl suffer until you tell me. Where. Is. Your. Partner?"
Chapter 9
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