{Trigger warning for this chapter for torture! Please skip it if you are triggered or uncomfortable!}
Jackson pulled against the metal holding him again, to no avail. He had been cuffed to the chair again when he had taken down four goons and nearly escaped. The room was still dark as ever, the only light coming from the bottom of the door. He shifted again when he heard the jingling of keys, and flinched at the sudden burst of light from the doorway. He growled when he saw the smug face of The Judge.
"Hey fucker. Come to try and fail to make me talk again?" Jackson said. The Judge chuckled, walking in.
"Ever the confident one, aren't you?" He said.
"I try to be." Jackson replied. The Judge came close to him, examining the wounds he had inflicted before pulling a small remote from his pocket. It seemed to be different than the other one he had before.
"I don't see why we should hold off any longer. You know why we are here, now don't you? Couldn't you give up already and make this easier on both of us?" He asked. Jackson sneered at him, leaning forward.
"You wish. Like hell I would give in for you." He said. The Judge sighed, pressing down on the button. Jackson jerked, gritting his teeth. The electricity was starting to loose its effect from how much it had been done lately. Although, that might just have been the aches of all the other injuries he had. The Judge waved the remote.
"We recently had an upgrade on this little device. Isn't that fun? Now I can do this." He said. He slid something up in the remote, and pressed it again. Jackson let out a cry before shutting his mouth. Yeah, he had definitely felt that one.
"You fucking asshole." He growled. The Judge rolled his eyes, pushing the slider on the remote up again.
"Is that the only insult you have?" He asked, pressing the remote again. Jackson grit his teeth, gripping onto the chair he was cuffed to. His body was shaking slightly as his vision blurred for a second.
"Oh I have plenty. But there are more important people I could waste them on." Jackson said shakily, an attempted smirk on his face. It looked more like a cringe. The Judge sighed once more, pushing the slider as high as it would go, before clicking something else and pressing the button. Jackson screamed as electricity rushed through his body, this time not stopping after a second. His vision got dark, and he slumped over as his body convulsed. The Judge put the remote back in his pocket.
The Judge walked in front of him, leaning down to his level.
"You are such a hard nut to crack. I wonder if your friends will be the same." He said, pulling out his knife and running it along Jackson's stomach. He attempted to retort, but the only sound that left was a low groan of pain. His entire body already was beginning to feel numb as the electricity continued to course through him. The Judge pulled the knife back, and stabbed it into Jackson's uninjured arm with a sadistic grin. Another cry of pain exited his mouth, but he bit his lip, making it begin to bleed. The Judge twisted it, making him whimper slightly, attempting to pull away. The Judge pulled the knife out as blood dripped from it. There was a small pop, and his eyebrows furrowed, looking down. The device around Jackson's leg was beginning to smoke. The Judge pulled the remote back out, flicking a switch on it and turning it off.
Jackson's chest heaved as he gasped for the air he didn't realize he had let go of. His eyesight was hazy, and he felt his consciousness slipping away from him every second. He barely had any strength left.
"Y-you're a sadistic motherfucker, you know that?" He said, stumbling words over his numb tounge. The Judge chuckled.
"In your words, "I try to be."" He replied. Jackson glared at him. The Judge ran his knife across his forehead, drawing blood as he went. Jackson hissed, biting his bleeding lip once again.
"I wonder...would you be less of a hassle to deal with if you couldn't see what was happening?" The Judge said thoughtfully. Jackson's eyes snapped open, and he jerked away, knowing exactly what he was insinuating. The Judge grabbed his jaw, holding him still and bringing the knife close to his eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm sure it won't be too unpleasant." The Judge said, grinning.
