He tried to take shallow calculated breaths, but every fourth one his body would demand more oxygen, filling his lungs to capacity. It felt like needles stabbing in his chest. He wasn't sure how long he had been unconscious; calculating by the wet blood still dripping off his face, he knew it couldn't have been for very long. The last thing he remembered was being hit in the face, somewhere between fifteen or so minutes into it. They were on their second man by then. The first one had worn out and he felt a little triumphant from that. The only thing at the moment he was grateful for, was knowing that Lexi had managed to escape Wo Fat once again. Despite the pain he felt, he managed a wry smile. The cold cement floor gave some relief to his left eye that lay against it. He was flat on his stomach, hands still cuffed unable to move from the unending pain coming from his body. Rolling over would be pointless, so would be trying to open his eyes, they were already beginning to swell shut. In spite of the beating he was relieved. Lexi was safe somewhere. The man Kyung, had come through.
"Get him up," Wo Fat demanded.
Steve felt his body being jolted from the comfortable position he had found. He tried to hold back any kind of painful outcry just to piss him off more. He knew he had at least two broken ribs. He tried once again to harden his muscles to protect from the blows, but he was just too physically exhausted.
"Let's chat again," Wo Fat said, stepping into view, "Who is hiding her?"
Steve raised his head and was pleasantly pleased that he was still able to open his eyes so he could see the agitated state Wo Fat was in. They held him by his biceps, forcing his shoulders back which made the pain in his chest even that more apparent. He felt lightheaded from a lack of oxygen and took in a deep breath, despite the fact that the pain from that action moved him even closer to blacking out.
Wo Fat was unaffected by his appearance, "Tell me now and I will give you something for the pain. You can sleep."
Steve let his head fall forward, amused by the option he was offering him. Sleep, in exchange for Lexi's life. The statement was so ridiculous too him that he let out a chuckle. The one thing that Wo Fat didn't know was that he would die in that cell before he would tell him anything. "Let the games begin,"he thought.
"Sleep," he murmured, "I want…sleep."
Wo Fat's eyes brightened, "Yes, you can have sleep. Tell me who took her?"
Steve mumbled incoherently and Wo Fat moved his face even closer to his bent head.
He moved his lips as if he was trying to speak. When he felt Wo Fat's breath on his face he revealed it, "Lexi," he whispered between breaths, speaking in Hawaiian, "'Oia ko'u Ohana. Au make no ia." Steve looked up, meeting his eyes, "You're so fucking predicable." In a flash of a second, Steve threw his head forward, smashing his forehead against the bridge of Wo Fat's nose.
The last thing he saw was Wo Fat covering his face and blood pouring from beneath his hands.