John had removed Sam's t-shirt and shoes leaving only his trousers covering him. Sam didn't want to think about why he did it but he knew it wouldn't be for anything good. He watched John move to the side of the room where he now noticed there was a bag sitting. John opened it and quickly removed a baseball bat before walking back to Sam.

John was holding the bat in his left hand gently tapping the end into the palm of his right hand while glaring at Sam. After a minute or so he adjusted his grip so both hands were holding the bat behind his head ready to swing forward.

"Ready, Sammy?" Sam bowed his head and shut his eyes hoping to make it through in one piece. John laughed at Sam's action then swung the bat as hard as he could towards Sam. It hit him on the right side on his ribcage and Sam cried out in pain as he felt one of his ribs brake under the force. John swung the bat again this time on his left side and again Sam cried out. When the bat made contact the third time Sam didn't scream but bit his lip as hard as he could to stop himself.

Sam wasn't sure how many time the John hit him. He had lost count at twelve but he was pretty sure John was on a mission to break all of his ribs and he was doing a pretty good job. After what seemed like forever he stopped. All the air had been knocked from Sam's lung and he tried to take a deep breath but his breath caught in his throat and he started to cough. The coughing made the pain in his ribs worse but he couldn't stop. By the time he did stop he could taste blood in his mouth and he was completely out of breath.

Having learnt his lesson he took smaller breaths and tried to regain some composure but failed. Sam couldn't believe how much pain he was in. He had never been so tired and sore in his life but he knew that John was just getting started. Resisting the urge to sleep for a week Sam forced his eyes open to look at John.

He was standing in front of him like every other time but there was no bat in his hand this time. Instead John was holding a long sharp dagger. Sam knew he was in trouble now. He was almost at his limit for what he could physically endure and he wasn't sure he would make it through what John had planned for him next.

Maybe I could just say what he wants me to then this would all stop… No I can't. I can't do that… can I? Sam didn't know what to do. He knew he didn't kill Matt or was pretty sure he didn't but he wasn't sure he would be able to keep denying it to John. More so doubts were creeping into his mind about his innocence and he was becoming more and more unsure if he should be denying it.


A/N – So I know it's not much of an update but I felt like I should post something. I'm having a pretty hard time writing this just now for two reasons. One my exam results come in tomorrow and I'm worrying about how they are going to turn out and two I just can't get over this block. I know where I want to go with this story in my head but it just won't come out right so I will try and update soon but it may be a while if I can't get the story out of my head and onto paper.