Ch. 24 breaking his Will
I am back lovelies! With a little torture action in it. But this time you get to see (or read) Will
Anyway as usual enjoy and comment what you think of it XD
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Will's eyes opened half lid looking in a straight direction. He felt a groggy feeling, taking over his cloudy head. A familiar scent lingered near his nose.
He noticed that he was in a seat position, as he looked at the dim lit area. His current location was the only lit place in the whole area.
He softly swung his head from side to side, looking at his surroundings intently. A feeling of utter danger rained down on him as he tried to raise his hand to rub his drowsy eyes.
He lifted his right hand to no avail. A burning sensation that cuffed his delicate wrists. He shot his eyes open, wide as he started to struggle.
"Help!" Will screamed to the top of his lungs. No response. But it echoed along a few times indicating the spaciousness of hi location.
He was alone in this secluded area, it looked like an empty warehouse. Rusted metal bars crisscrossed around the dripping roof of the vicinity. But that was all he could see, as that was all the little light could allow. He couldn't see how wide the place was, or if the walls were close to his spot.
He felt like he was . . . Nowhere, in a damp void.
He looked down at his lap, and tried to move his legs. But the same with his arms they were tied in a few knots of a thick rope. His restraint made his body ache and his legs fell asleep.
Beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead, as in a distance he heard a faint chuckle and three pairs of footsteps coming near him. He struggle even more, as a presence neared him.
The footsteps then stopped. As a sudden sound of metal clanked. Followed by a sound of a gun trigger being pulled. Bang. Was the only sound that Will could describe about the echoing loud noise. a flare of light flashed in a short distance.
A deafening silence hung inside the warehouse. A crackle o laugh then followed as the voice approached closer to him. But now it was accompanied with only two pairs of footsteps and a ruffling sound of clothes being dragged.
"Well good morning sunshine" a croaked voice said, throaty and dry.
Two silhouettes entered his vision. Two men looked at him, the one on the left had a painted grin of mischievous origins. The other had a frown, and a very visible scar that went from his wrist to his upper arm, he had a bulky built, larger than the other.
A cigarette was sitting between the teeth of the smaller man, his arms crossed on his chest. He fished a lighter from his left pants pocket. It was gold, it had a lamb's head embossed on it. he flicked the mechanism to create a flame, and lit the resting cigarette.
The other man held the collar of a shirt, as he dragged a bloody man in front of Will, and dropped it.
"Get me chair frank, my knees are killing me!" The thin man ordered as he revealed a New Yorker accent. It was the same croaky voice he heard a minute ago.
The bulky man immediately ran back to the shadows and returned with a rusty metal chair that had stains of red all over. It was probably blood.
He placed the chair right in front of the groggy Will, observing him. He then seated himself, with his legs wide open and his elbow resting on his knee as he held his cigarette between two boney fingers.
With his other hand, grabbed Will's face and turned it cheek to cheek. As his companion just stood guard.
"Mmmuhh, pretty one this time . . . Frank this would be fun!" The boney one announced as he pressed his lit cigarette in Will's bare arm, making him wince at the pain of the burning sensation.
"Remember Mac, you can't kill him. The boss will kill us if you do. . . " the other said in a darkly baritone voice.
"Mehh, that kid can't do anything without us! And be-sides, a little playing with the toy won't hurt!" The other said in a snare, then looked at will with a hint of enmity, like predator to his prey.
'Kid?' Will thought, as he tried to figure out the mastermind of this horrific event.
"Let's see. . . Let's give him the deluxe treatment!" The thin said in a joyous manner. The only response of the other being a nod.
Will's seat was pushed to the ground, making his head hit on the roughly cemented floor. A groan of pain was release from his lips. Will immediately struggled, as a cloth covered his mouth and nose.
A sound of a water drum being dragged filled his ears, as the sound of bits of splashing water echoed through the area. He knew what came next. And the feeling of drowning in his dreams would come to a painful reality. He would be water boarded.
The sound of a dipper scooping water, was all he could hear. As silence hung an the intensity of the tension was felt. His arms felt pain, as all his weight was supported by it, in his uncomfortable position being his hands were tied behind his back.
A sudden chill of water pulled him out of his thoughts, and in to another type of misery. Water blocked his air, as the sensation of drowning tortured him. He couldn't breathe and his body couldn't move or fight. He was alone.
The terrifying sensation repeated a few times. As they dunked his head in the drum of water, after his water boarding session. Soon the thin man got bored as Will refused to scream, as he knew it would be a waste of breath and energy considering their location.
They then propped him up again like in his first position and looked at him with annoyed and grim eyes.
"Why don't ya scream like a bitch already?!" Mac said, slapping Will's right cheek hard enough that it cut it, and the cut drew blood.
Will prepared himself for another as the man, lifted his fist for the strike. But stopped as he heard the ringtone of his seemingly outdated phone. He then stopped and fished it out. And Will was right, it was a gravely out dated phone. He then flipped it and put near his ear.
"What now?!" He muttered in annoyance.
"Give it to him" The familiar voice dictated, as the man pressed the phone to Will's ear, as he muttered cusses under his breath.
"Will? Are you ok?" Another familiar voice, but this time he knew who it was. It was the doctor. It was calm and slightly distressed, it soothed Will' sufferings till, a sharp pain was all he could feel.
It was Mac, he cut a heart on Will's forearm flesh with a glinting knife. Blood flowed freely, to the pains of Will.
"Mmmuhhh . . . GET ME OUT! Help he—" Was all that Will could plead before the ring beeps hit, meaning the end of the call.
"Now-now lover boy, you shouldn't be too noisy now. Or else you won't see that dear doctor of yours alive" Mac said with a flick of his tongue.
'He knew the doctor?!' Was all that Will could think before blacking out. It was the end.