AN: Hello once more! Kicking off a couple of good whumped Neal chapters now, finally. In review, Italics = video. Alrighty then; ready, set, read! Oh, and enjoy! : )

AN2: Just a quick thanks to the person who informed me I switched tenses at the end of this chapter, my bad. Should probably point out that this story is unbeta'd, so every and all mistakes are my own. I also typically write these chapters extremely late at night, so fatigue doesn't help the matter. Alright, I'm done now, have fun!

SMACK!

Neal jolted into consciousness, feeling the sting of a slap across his face as well as fresh blood rolling down his cheek. Blinking rapidly to clear his vision, he groaned loudly as his surroundings came into focus.

"Well aren't you just a little pansy." The blond mocked harshly. Neal grunted in response, shifting in the chair as much as his bonds would allow. He noted with a bad feeling in his stomach, that he could barely feel his hands and feet. Licking his lips, he took stock of the activity around him.

The blond was connecting wires to a car battery that was now sitting on a table next to him. He also caught sight of several flashes of silver and a couple bottles and vials with unknown liquids in them. Swallowing nervously, he forced himself to look elsewhere in the room.

Jenna was behind the camera, plugging in some more wires between it and the computer. She glanced his way and met his eyes for a fleeting moment before she resumed what she was doing. That one look told him everything he didn't want to know about what was going to happen.

It was going to hurt, and he was more than likely not getting out of there alive.

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The blond woman, Kelsey (from what Peter learned from her father), was sitting in an overstuffed chair next to a fireplace, sipping a glass of wine.

"Good morning agents. Still haven't heard anything about our sister, and I'm wondering if you even care about your little consultant. I'm pretty sure he's wondering the same thing." A dark grin crept onto her face, "So think of this as an attempt to boost your resolve to do right by pretty boy. We're going to put on a live show for you feds. The link to the feed will be at the end of this video. There'll also be a phone number so you can contact us to get the location of where to bring our sister and get your con back. Or, you know, pick up his body if you'd rather not and I'm done with him."

The video cut to a black screen with a link and phone number on it.

Peter, Hughes, Diana, Jones, and several other agents stared in shock at the TV on the wall of the White Collar division's conference room. Hughes was the first to recover.

"Get some tech teams on this, we're going to try tracing the feed when we open it, as well as try to triangulate that phone." He ordered. As the extra agents moved out of the room, he turned to Peter, "Hear anything from Ms. Hunter or that Mozzie fellow?"

"Nothing new, other than Mozzie's positive they're holding Neal somewhere in Queens." Peter sighed, running a hand over his face wearily.

"Guess that's better than searching through the whole city." The older agent mused darkly. An agent knocked at the door, and sticking her head into the room, informed them that they were ready to start tracing the feed whenever they were ready. After the door shut, there was an ominous silence before Jones cleared his throat and activated the feed.

Neal was still sitting tied to the metal chair with his eyes closed. He was naked now, except for his boxer briefs. The blood on his shoulder and chest was dark and dried. Fresh blood was mixed with dry on his cheek, where a new bruise was developing.

Suddenly the blond was in front of the camera.

"Well hello there agents, thanks for tuning in. Now, before we begin, I just want to remind you that you can call in and stop this at any time. So, without further adieu, let's get this party started!"

She sauntered towards Neal, whose eyes were open now and he watched her approach. She picked up something thin and silver from the table next to him and held it up in view of the camera, revealing that it was a scalpel. Moving painfully slow, she drug the blade hard across Neal's bicep several times, leaving deep, long and bloody lines behind.

Neal was visibly tense and biting his lip while he was being cut. He let out a shaky breath when Kelsey stopped and turned towards the table for something. When she turned back to him, there's a bottle in her hand, the contents of which she splashed onto the gashes she made.

Neal Screamed.