Chapter Thirty Seven: Tortured

Hans and Olivia were led upstairs by gun point to a wide open space. The place was dusty making it look like it hadn't been used in years. Chains hung from a thick bar attached to the ceiling. A tub of water sat in the corner as well as a table with sharp pointy objects upon it.

"It's a shame I don't have the table, I know how much you enjoyed your time there, Hans" Dunning laughed. "Now who would like to go first?"

Hans and Olivia just stood there not moving or saying anything. Olivia slipped her hand into Hans' and squeezed it.

"No one wants to speak up" Dunning paused. "Well then ladies first."

Dunning's men stepped forward and restrained Hans stopping him from doing anything and grabbed Olivia and dragged her over to Dunning. He reached out and gently touched her face. Olivia snatched her head away glaring at him.

"You're a spirited one" Dunning smirked. He reached forward and yanked her by her hair. "You don't snatch away from me" he snarled right in her face. Olivia smirked at him and spit right into his face it landing right into his eye. Dunning growled and slapped Olivia hard in the face making her head rock back. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you" he whispered.

Dunning turned and walked away from her. "Take him back downstairs, will let him watch later, for now he can just listen to his dear fiancée's screams."

Hans leap forward but the man blocking his way held him still. "YOU HURT HER I'LL KILL" Hans roared. Dunning men started pulling him back and towards the stairs all the long while Hans kept yelling.

"Yes, yes, yes whatever" Dunning brushed off turning to the table with the sharp objects. "You'll do nothing." Dunning stood there careful looking through the different torture tools. He finally selected one and turned to Olivia. "Yes, I think this is most appropriate."

Hans was thrown into his cell and hit the back wall. The time he was able to manage to get up and turn around the door was slammed shut. He began pacing back and forth like a caged animal, trying to think of any way to get out. Hans heard a piecing scream echo through the room.

"Olivia." Hans ran over to the door and kicked it with all his will power. "LET HER GO." He kept kicking and punching door at the door; but it wouldn't open. No one listed to his cries. He sat there on his knees breathing heavily from screaming. He had to do something, anything to help her.

Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He reached down and pulled up his sweat pants leg and reach into his sock. He couldn't believe it. He still had his cellphone and it was undamaged. When they had searched him while he was unconscious they must have missed his cellphone that was hidden inside his sneakers. He turned it on and prayed there would be a signal.

"Yes."

He couldn't think so he dialed the first number off the top of his head. The screaming upstairs had stopped now Hans could hear footsteps walking up to the door. He quickly stuffed the phone back into his sock and pulled the pants leg over it. The door open and two men came dragging Olivia in. She was conscious but was silent and white in the face. The men let her go and she slowly slid down the wall.

"What did you do to her?" Hans yelled. The men didn't answer but stepped up and dragged him out of the room. They brought him before Dunning and Dr. Fisher.

"What have you done to Olivia?" Hans demanded.

"Nothing but a little body work" Fisher said. "But for you we will be working on the inside instead the out" Fisher picked up a long needled that had blue liquid in it and walked forward. He injected Hans with and fifteen seconds later Hans began to fall to the ground, sweat pouring down his face. The fired spread throughout his body and couldn't hold back the scream that tore it self-loose from his throat.

Hans awake with something sofa under his head. He groaned at he tried to sit up but he felt a hand push him back down. Olivia's face came into view over him. He was back in the cell he realized and Olivia was with him. Hans closed his eyes and took a deep breath and get control over the pain. When had finally managed he pushed himself up and leaned against the wall for support. Olivia crawled up to him and laid her head on his shoulder. The wrapped his arm around her and pulled him closer. Olivia held out her left arm. On her forearm were long multiple thick cuts.

"After he was done, he said that now we matched." Olivia spat in discuss. Hans closed his eyes the realization hitting him.

"He didn't try to h-hurt the baby did he?"

"He told me there will be time for that later and say he was going to make you watch."

Hans sighed. "I'm so sorry. If we had never gotten together you would…"

Olivia turned to him fire in her eyes. "Don't you dear say it Hans Weber. Don't you dear regret our time together because it ended like this. I don't blame you for this and you shouldn't blame yourself."

Hans nodded and wiped away the tears streaming down her face. "But your wrong Olivia, I'm not going to let it end like this. I will not let him kill you, me or our unborn child." Above them they could footsteps come down the stair they stopped the door keys jingling.

"What are you going to do?" Olivia whispered.

"Trust me."

The door clicked and it opened.