Warning : Violence, language, blood ect...

The end is coming closer :) 4 or 5 more chapters and it's over. (I have to work on some chapters a little again, i'm not totally satisfied with it for now, but i hope you'll like it.)

Enjoy&Review. Thanks.


XII.

Danny could have scream to him to fuck off but the pain was the only thing talking to him for now, even if he heard what Jacob told to him. He wanted to beat him to death, hurt him like he hurt him and make him shut up. But the thing he wanted the most and above all was for the pain and the knife to get away, for ever.

« Ah… He chocked at the blade twisting inside him. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly trying to say something, anything to make this stop, but the pain was depriving him from enough oxygen and lucidity to say anything.

- Breath Danny… Breath. He heard far away, his mind blinded in suffer.

- S…ss…st…Stop… He gasped hardly, his hand clenched around Jacob's to pull out the blade inside him. Please… He arched his back in pain when the knife was once again twisted in him and pushed deeper. Ah… Please… Stop… »

Breathing was hurting him so much but he needed to ask for mercy, for the pain to stop. A cough practically chocked him and he tried to roll on his side to release his obstructed throat but a force pushed him back violently on his back and he gasped again, suffocating.

A tenth cough finally cleared the way and he was once again able to breath. Then, a vivid flash of pain crossed him as the blade was snatched out of him, and he pushed his hand against the bleeding wound immediately.

A hot liquid was flowing on his skin, a sick feeling making him want to throw up. He was weaker than before and could not fight Hendricks anymore when he cut his tank top in half and exposed his bruised torso, paint in red on one side.

The blade slid on his exposed body, breaking the skin on its way. Little stream of blood decorating the already blue and black torso.

Danny's head lolled on the sides, his eyes half closed and a nausea hitting him. He did not feel the little cuts along his chest and abdomen, but was still conscious.

« It's almost time. » Whispered Hendricks and Danny could not understand the meaning nor tried to.

The bloody blade rested on his cheek then, deposing his own blood on his skin before Jacob leaned towards his face and forced him to look at him, a hand on his jaw.

« We'll part soon. » He smiled, searching Danny's unfocused eyes.

They met after a few seconds and confusion mixed with pain was filling his blue orbs.

« I'll miss you, we had fun together… He licked and bit his lower lip then clacked his tongue. Such a shame we didn't have much time nor space… it would have been funnier. But… He added. I'm not disappointed with my work. Quite a good job in such a place, don't you think ? »

He looked down at the CSI breathing heavily.

« Don't worry… He started again, sliding the knife until his stomach. It'll be over soon. Then he smirked evilly. At least for me… »

He leaned towards Danny's face once again and added while stabbing him a second time.

« You ? You're going to die very… »

The blade broke the skin deeper.

« Very… »

The knife sank inside him more.

« Very slowly. »

Danny gasped silently at the intruder inside him.

« You'll suffer and it's such a shame I can't be there to watch you die, but… He cocked his head to the side, as if thinking. I won't forget about our wonderful experience together… I think you too… I mean, if you were able to live after this, of course. Danny glared at him hatefully, fear passing briefly through his eyes. You should die but, we never know right. He smiled nicely. Maybe you'll be still alive after this. »

The knife twisted inside him and a cried of pain was chocked in his throat.

« But I doubt it. » He added.

To be continued...