"You should see him, he's furious." Emil's rich voice reaches my ears and I can feel an angry flush building. "I wonder if he enjoys the pictures I've been giving him. Oh, how he must love how you look. All bloody and bruised down on your knees like that. That angry look in those big brown eyes. Mmm, I know I do." Emil taunts, fisting a hand in my hair and roughly pulling so that my head tilts back and I'm forced to look at his face. The self-satisfied smirk on his face makes me feel sick and I unconsciously growl. That just makes him smirk wider and he leans down until his lips are only centimeters away from mine. The nauseous feeling intensifies and I'm actually afraid I might vomit.
"I'm going to enjoy watching you lose." I spit the words at him. His eyes slowly trail down my face to my lips and the smirk slips into something else. He licks his own lips and stares at mine hungrily.
"You're just so fiesty. All these venomous words have stained your lips. Maybe that's why they're so enticing.. So much hate filled, angry words.." Emil basically purrs. He makes a quiet moaning sound in the back of his throat and closes the gap so that his lips brush up against mine with his next words. "Baby, I'm not going to lose. I've already won." He whispers just loud enough for me to hear and he gives a small yank to my hair. I growl at him again and try to head butt him, but his grip on my hair is too strong and I only manage to hurt myself more. I hiss in pain and Emil smiles.
"You haven't won anything. This isn't over." I try to say in the most even tone I can manage. He yanks at my hair so hard that my body tips back and he releases his hold so that I fall back onto the floor.
"You're right about it not being over. That stubborn bastard is still out for my head. It'd be more annoying if it wasn't so fun toying with him. But oh well, what can a guy do." He says nonchalantly and walks over to the cart that he keeps all his tools on. "How about we play a game, huh? Would you like that?" He asks sweetly as he picks up a shiny silver scalpel. He examines it and shrugs. My words catch in my throat as I scramble back to my knees. I look from the knife to his face and back.
"Wh-what?" I stammer out, keeping my eyes locked on the knife as Emil strolls across the room and opens a door.
"A game, Puppy. Do you want to play?" He asks again from inside the room he had walked into, his tone becoming increasingly more bored. He pops his head out of the door and stares at me, waiting for an answer. My mind races for an answer that doesn't sound too pitiful, but such an answer never comes.
"N-no." I force out, hoping it doesn't sound too much like a plea. He doesn't seem too convinced and he goes back into the other room for a minute. He comes back empty handed and my heart slows a bit in relief.
"Now now, Puppy. I know you must be bored, I know I am. Trust me it'll be fun and it'll finally get you off your knees." He replies and sticks his head into the hallway. I can't hear what he says to the guards there but when they follow him into the room and right towards me I know it can't be anything good.
"Really, I'm not bored. I don't want to play any games." I insist. He just shakes his head sadly at me.
"That's too bad, you're not going to enjoy this much then." Emil says, sounding very disappointed. He comes to stand right before me while the two guards get behind me. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small syringe. I'm about to full out beg for him to not do any of this but he moves so fast. I feel a sharp pinch in the side of my neck and my vision blurs slightly, marring my ability to see the excited smile he's sporting. Everything goes black.
It's completely silent when I start waking up. I groan at the pain in my head and the unnatural heaviness of my limbs. I try to lift my hand but it hits metal and I realize that I'm completely secured down onto a table. The fear from before hits me like a million bricks and my eyes shoot open. The bright lights sting my eyes and make my head pound and I quickly close my eyes again.
"Oh yay, you're awake!" Emil exclaims, clapping his hands together. I open my eyes slowly this time, blinking quickly to try and adjust to the lighting. "I was getting so impatient, I was even considering starting without you." He tells with a short laugh. "But that'd be silly, I wouldn't want you to miss any of this. It'd take all the fun out of it.. Well, most of the fun." I try to tell him to please stop talking, but my mouth is completely dry and the air I breathe in makes my throat feel like it's being shredded.
"You want me to start the camera?" An unfamiliar voice asks a bit shyly and Emil laughs.
"If you would be so kind." He replies and then he's right there in my line of sight, looking down at me. "You ready for the fun?" He questions but doesn't wait for an answer. His gaze shifts from my face down to my throat and he trails a finger down it slowly, ending at the dip between my collar bones. "You really are a beauty.." Emil mutters softly. I slowly let out the breath I had been holding and that's when he closes his hand around my neck and squeezes just enough that I make a little wheezing noise as I breath in. He releases his hold quickly and I feel a little grateful.
"I'm not going to break." I choke out lamely. "There's nothing you can do to break me. I'm not that weak." Emil's eyes lock with mine and I see a small bit of surprise there. But it's quickly covered by more excitement.
"Good, that's what I was hoping to hear." He shoots back and picks the scalpel off the cart, holding it up and staring down at my chest. "Now, where should we start?"
The pain hits and I clamp my mouth shut as to not scream. Emil tuts disapprovingly and continues on with his design.
"Don't hold back, I want to hear all those delicious screams of yours Puppy." I curl my fingers around the restraints and breath out harshly through my nose. Emil presses the knife a little harder against my skin as punishment and I fight the whimper trying to escape. If he wants to torture me, fine. But I'm not going to let him get the pleasure of hearing me in pain. He rakes the scalpel down my chest in anger and growls at the back of his throat.
"Don't you know better than to not piss off your master?" Emil growls again, removing the knife from my skin. My chest already feels warm and sticky from the blood and it takes me a minute to unclamp my jaws.
"I thought you liked my stubbornness." I reply sarcastically. He nearly purrs at my response and he brushes the dull side of the scalpel down my bottom lip, smearing my own blood onto it. I unconsciously swipe my tongue across my lips and instantly regret it when the metallic tang fills my mouth.
"Oh, I do." He reassures. He bends over and ghosts his lips across the shell of my ear. "But I also like it when you crack just the slightest bit." He whispers.
"Well, you're out of luck there." I say as I lock my jaw closed once more. Emil just humphs childishly and sets the scalpel down on the cart. He reaches for a small metal lighter and flicks it open.
"We better cauterize these wound before you lose too much blood." He taunts and holds the flame to my flesh. This time I can't stop the screams from ripping through my body. "That's my good boy." Emil praises and moves the flame across the cuts. "This should leave some nice scars." He says between my echoing cries. This continues until he's burnt all the cuts closed and then he snaps the lighter closed and tosses it onto the cart. He runs a hand through my hair comfortingly and kisses my temple.
"You did very well today, Puppy." Emil tells me softly, kissing my forehead this time. I stare at the cracked concrete ceiling and try my best not to pass out. "I'm proud of you." He says, following up the praise with another kiss. I swallow the lump in my throat and let out a deep breath.
"You disgust me." I try to sound threatening but it just comes out sounding tired and small. Emil chuckles against my cheek and he stands up straight, maneuvering my head so that I'm looking at him again.
"That'll change." He says assuredly. "Soon enough you'll beg for this." He continues. The confidence in his orange eyes overwhelms me a bit. I close my eyes to escape the sigh.
"No, I won't." I argue back feebly. He just rubs his thumbs across my cheeks, taking away the tears. I move my face away from him and he lets me. He sighs dejectedly and runs his hand once more through my hair.
"I'm going to miss that stubborn attitude of yours. But for now it's still here to play with, so I'm grateful for that. I'll get one of the guards to come give you a bath and then you have the rest of the night to yourself." Emils walks to the door and pauses. "Oh, and thanks for playing with me today, I had a lot of fun." He says and then he's gone, the door banging behind him.
I sigh in relief and let my body relax. I stare at the ceiling again and say a silent prayer to any deity out there to please let this end soon. There's a rustling sound from the corner of the room and I instantly tense up. My head is still clamped down so I can't really get a look at what's making the noise. There's a click and a few more rustling sounds before the person speaks.
"I'm so sorry.." The voice from before says quietly. My response sticks in my throat when the emotion behind his words settles in my chest. "God, I am so sorry.." He says again and it almost sounds like he's about to cry. The guy sounds young. Even younger than me, and I wonder for a minute what he did to end up getting trapped by Emil.
"I'll be okay." I assure him, only half believing my own words. He sniffles and I feel a new pulse of strength run through me. "We'll be alright, kid." I add and I feel a light touch graze the top of my hand. The boy is quiet and I flip my hand over to grab onto his. If nothing else I can stay strong for this kid. I can keep going until I can get him out before it's too late for him too.
"We'll get through this." I tell him and squeeze his hand. "Do you believe me?" He takes a couple seconds to respond, but his answer cements my reason to hope.
"Yes." I let out a sigh.
"Alright, good. Now, you're going to have to help me get a couple things. Do you think you can do that?"
"I'll do what I can.." He answers hesitantly. I squeeze his hand again.
"That's all I'm asking." I assure him. He steps so that I can see him face. The sheer amount of hope and faith shining through his eyes almost blinds me and I can't help but feel my spirits lift just that much higher. "I'm getting us out."
~Authors Note~
Alright, so I'm just going to thank everyone for sticking with me. Your reviews were very inspiring and that's really the only reason I didn't just delete the entire thing. So thank you guys :3. There's only a couple chapters left! I think I've decided on having 14 chapters, but in light of school starting in a little less than 2 weeks in my area, I'm going to post chapter 12 next Thursday and then I'm planning to post chapters 13 and 14 on Mondays so I have the weekend to work on them and won't slack on my schoolwork. So there might not be a chapter the Thursday after next week. If there isn't one then it'll be posted on the Monday immediately following.