Author's Note: As always, thank you to everyone to took the time to review. Thanks to everyone whose reading, too. I'd really like to hear your thoughts on the story, though. It'll only help me write next chapter if you tell me how you're feeling. But either way, thank you for sticking with the story. It's greatly appreciated.
I apologize for any mistakes in this chapter. Honestly, I'm in a rush; but I wrote this a little more carefully so that I wouldn't have to go back and check it. So if you find anything wrong, I'm sorry.
Warning: See any previous chapter.
Chapter 10:
Sam felt like a jump-rope the way he was being carried. With his hands held above his head and his ankles held together, Sam squirmed. He was carried across the warehouse floor and to an opening that led to stairs. It was dark, Sam could see that from the top of the stairs. He gulped, wondering what was out there. He shuttered. Nick came up behind them and whispered something into Damien's ear. He nodded. "You got it, boss," he answered as he gestured for Leo to begin walking down the stairs, bringing Sam with him.
They walked down fourteen stairs into a room that smelled of pure blood and sweat. The stench of it was even thicker than the aroma from upstairs that Sam was slowly becoming used to. And that scared him more than he let on: the fact that he was getting used to the smells around here. He was getting used to controlling his balder until they were scheduled to use the bathroom. He was getting used to not expecting a meal... and being thankful when he was handed the small pieces of food. All of that worried him. It was actually sad to think that someone could become used to a place like this... and it's even worse when it becomes someone's everyday life.
When they had reached the bottom of the stairs, they halted for a moment. Sam wasn't sure what was going to happen, but when the light suddenly turned on and stung his eyes, he was aware. Down here was suddenly much brighter than the rest of the warehouse. Sam squinted. Had he forgot how bright the outside world was already?
With great force, Sam was dropped to the ground. But before he had time to get up, run, move, or anything, shackles were tightened around his ankles. He was no longer able to stand up. From behind him, he heard Damien and Leo laughing, but he wasn't exactly sure what was so funny. As quickly as he could, Sam scoped the room. At the time, he wasn't sure what he was looking for. He searched for something to defend himself with, but there was none. He was in a pretty much vacant room.
Sam was yanked upright, but he wasn't placed on his feet. Damien held him by the waist and it gave Sam horrible flashbacks. He shoved himself backward, trying to become free of Damien's hold, but he only pushed himself into Leo's awaiting body. Thinking quick, Sam elbowed Leo in the chest and he reactively clutched his chest. He couched. Wasting no time, Sam jumped to the side; but with his ankles still chained, he couldn't go far. Damien grabbed him quickly. Leo, taking a short time to recover, took hold of him, too.
"Let me go," Sam struggled, as he tried to rip his hands away from the grabbing men.
Reluctant, and unwilling, Sam was pulled to the center of the room. Leo let go of him for a minute and reached for something overhead.
"His hands, his hands," Leo stated. Sam heard the sound of chains as they rattled above him. He looked up to see shiny silver restraints as they dangled above him. He gulped just as his arms were forced upright, straight up. Almost instantly, cold metal was wrapped around his wrists. The men let him go and took a step back as they watched him yank at the chains. But they knew he wasn't going to get out. They've seen it may a'times before. Whoever happened to be brought down here, especially if they were new like Sam, struggled until they had no energy left, but it did no good.
Both Damien and Leo walked together and headed for the door. Just before they left, Leo took hold of a levee and pulled it back. Without warning, Sam's chain yanked and lifted him off the ground. Sam groaned and squeezed his eyes together when he felt his shoulder blades were suddenly strained. His biceps burned within seconds of being pulled off the ground. Sam's feet brushed the floor, barely making contact. Sam squeezed his eyes shut, and bit his lower lip.
From the doorway, Sam heard Damien and Leo chuckle a little before disappearing up the stairs.
-For Pleasure, For Pain-
Sam wasn't sure how long he had been left there , but if seemed like forever. At first, Sam had tried to count, tried to to something to keep his mind off his aching arms, but the pain was overbearing. Sam tried to close his eyes and think about something else; and for a little it worked.
Sam thought about his last time with his brother. In the back of his mind, he wished that they had shared some kind of special moment before he was taken away from him or something. Sam's mind roamed. He thought about his father and where he might be. Maybe he was with Dean? Maybe Dean hadn't called him at all? Sam thought about his childhood and how he was suddenly thankful that he wasn't raised like any other kid. All of the little tricks that his father and brother had taught him over the years had helped him defend himself as much as he could.
But then Sam thought about what happened and how he'd been taken advantage of. He thought about the way he as strapped to the bed, left defenseless. Sam thought about how he struggled against the man, trying to ignore his touch and the words he'd spoken to him. Squeezing his eyes tight together, Sam tried to block the thought and the mental image, but it was overpowering. Sam pictured the man as he climbed on top of him, running his hands through his hair...
"Stop it," Sam ordered himself aloud, as he literally shook the memory away.
Just then, footsteps were heard as they trotted down the stairs. Sam held his breath, waiting to see who was going to enter the room.
Nick made his appearance. He smirked at Sam.
"Y'know, I don't like being disrespected," he stated softly, wasting no time. Sam watched as Nick rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.
Sam was silent.
"I'm talking to you," Nick blurted out. He glared at Sam.
Sam looked away.
"Go to hell," was his only reply.
Nick chucked. He pointed at Sam.
"See? That's the type of shit I mean. Disrespect. You're a disrespectful child." Nick paused as he turned his back to Sam for a moment. "It's not attractive."
Sam, still, was silent. He watched as Nick went to a door on the side of the room. When it opened, Sam did all he could not to gasp.
Rows of whips aligned the shelves of the closet. Nick studied them for a moment before taking his pick. The one chosen was big... long. It was pure leather with a pitch black grip at the end of it. It was obvious that the whip was used before. Nick flicked the whip and tapped it against his hands. He ran the ends of it through his fingers as he studied Sam's body language.
"You scared?" Nick asked, taunting him.
Sam swallowed the lump in this throat and shook his head 'no'. He watched as Nick's eyebrows raised a little.
"Really?" he pressed, not believing the young man's fearlessness.
Sam licked his lips. "My father would be ashamed if I was afraid of a mut like you," he replied harshly.
Nick's face was stone. It took him a little to reply, though. He shook his head like a disappointed parent.
"You've got a smart mouth, kid... you're disrespectful... and quite frankly, you're attitude is disgusting."
Sam kept his mouth shut and kept his face emotionless.
Nick flicked the whip at Sam, just missing his side. He did all he could not to move. Nick moved closer and cocked his hand back.
"Maybe this will teach you a lesson."
Well, Sam's got himself into a situation, huh?
Question: Are any of you into the Covenant? I've always been in love with the movie and I watched it for the first time in a while the other day. I was thinking about writing something for it when this story is finished.
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Happy holidays everyone.