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12/25/11
Punk was sitting on the bed his knees pulled to his chest, with a blanket wrapped around him trying to get some warmth. He was wearing only his trunks at this point as well as a thin leather collar around his neck thath ad been there since he arrived. He was not even sure where his jeans & tee vanished to. This had happened a few times with them returned by his guess a day or two later. This time was different though by his guess based on what he thought was daily trays of food it would have been almost five days without his captor asking question, shocking him or even shooting him with anything. He was getting antsy unable to sleep again.
He was cursing himself for almost being thankful for the sleep the one shot seemed to provide. He was nervously biting his lip his body feeling like tiny pinpricks all over it. He wondered if this was that withdraw was like, the pain it was causing his body. His head moved hearing the door even though he knew it was Dillia, she never spoke he almost wondered if she was always mute or was it something the captor did to her. She wasn't fully mute, he could faintly remember in his fogged head the moans she made while they had sex.
Did she have sex with him because she was attracted or was it some sick orders? He watched her as she slowly carried the tray to its normal table, setting it down before leaving. He half hoped that meant it was not drugged. He noticed days the food was tampered with she stayed waiting for the effects of it to start. He got up from the bed the thin blanket still around him he moved to the table. Lifting the lid he saw a large meal again his mind thinking, why such a grand meal, his stomach turned before he could finish the thought he moved as quickly as he could to the toilet loosing what little contents he still had.
The cold laugh was heard as he was still hunched over coughing.
"Ready to play nice…I must admit I am quite taken by your resolve up to this point, that is why I thought time to change the rules just slightly." Punk slowly moved back to the bed falling back on it not even wanting to look at the table even the faint smells were still turning his insides in knots. "Give me what I want & I can make the pain go away. Just tiny pieces of information. Am I asking too much?"
"No…I won't…I can't…"
"You don't the pain will just continue to grow, soon even water will be near imposable to keep down. The average human lasts about three days without water. You in your already weakened state how long you think you will last? Food, ok food maybe about a week. Same thing though you haven't been eating normal as of late either. Just give me what I want & this can end." Punk closed his eyes almost debating what he could share without sharing too much. He couldn't think straight though, his body just wanted release from the pain, the fog, the torment. It was worse then any physical beating his body ever took before. He was so close to telling who ever it was what they wanted just to get it to stop. A light scream form him as he was hit with a jolt his eyes shooting open. "Wanted to make sure you didn't fall asleep on me Phil. So you ready to share?"
"Yes…Yes please…just stop it please…" His soul felt so defeated as he said those words. It felt even more shattered as that laugh filled the air again.
"Good…now what was the secret you were going to tell at her wedding to try to stop Randy from marring her?"
"I swear it the truth, I wasn't going to do more then hint. I was not going to tell." Tears pricked his eyes.
"Fine…what was the basis of your…hint?"
"She…she…" He took a deep breath closing his eyes again only to get shocked back into focus with a scream.
"No I can't she will hate me more then she already does." He gave another scream his heart racing.
"Hmm the combination may become too much for you. The jolts though your body, the lack of food, & the withdraw. Hmm wonder how easily your heart could be shocked back to beating if it gives out? Should I try to test it?" Phil's body jerks into a long arch lasting longer then any other time. It finally stopped his hand moving to his chest. "Is your life really worth keeping her secret? Is it really that deep & dark that it should never see the light of day?" Punk screams as he is hit with a stronger long jolt his back arching from the bed once it ends he curls into a ball. "Is it really worth it?"
"Wh-what hap-happened to ca-can't get sec-secrets from a dead man?"
"Well it seems I am not getting too many from a life one either…you are becoming a drain on my patients & resources. So answer me…or I can flip the switch & leave it on till your body just gives up."
"No…No…I'll-I'll tell…" His voice even more defeated. My…my comment of her lack of sat-satisfaction was be-because, well be-because she was…" He sighed his self-esteem, self worth crumbling before the next words left his mouth. "She was sexually assaulted." He gave a gulp "Cause of it she could never have…have sex without a problem."
"Randy doesn't seem to think so."
"He eith-either lied to cover up for her…or so-so-something cha-changed from when she left me." Tears stung his cold cheeks even more. "Pl-plea-please, you got wh-what you wa-wanted."
"She ever tell you who it was?"
"Sh-sh-she do-don't know…" He hoped they believed that, that is what Jade told her therapist.
"What has she told you?"
"Ju-just har-hard ot see, th-th-they were big sha-sha-shape…bru-bru-brutal…ple-please I to-told you." The laugh came again.
"Very well but I may want more details later. Once you have your head strait again & some food in your system. Dillia will be in soon to give you something…once you wake she will bring you a fresh tray….Be the way…Merry Christmas Punk…thanks for the gift." The laugh fills the air a few moments till it dies with the sound of the door opening. Punk slowly tries to turn on his back seeing her move closer in her hand is three different push syringes, He didn't know how his body could handle that many at once, or was his captor trying to kill him now hat he got what he was after? He was to weak, drained & in pain to even think of fighting as Dillia took the arm with the IV feed attaching the first one to it pushing what ever it was into his system. Before he could even see all three being put in his eyes were growing heavy his body slipping into the sleep it missed the last few days his few stray thought on forgiveness for what he had been just forced to do & forgiveness for what he has allowed to happen to him.
