They won't hear you scream in Bermuda

"So tell me little wolf,

Do you want to punish those that have wronged you?"

"FUCK!"

The sound of steel ripping through flesh echoed loudly in the cell, bouncing eagerly off the walls.

The gash left behind spat crimson, running thick down the twitching flank. Slipping through curves and ridges to sink into the chill of the floor. The open wound was a burning red, seething and beginning to crust around the edges. The hacked chunk of flesh was left gaping, hanging off the side of the wound. Soaked and wet in blood, it seemed uneven and broken within the skin that curved the edge of the cut. It made the slit seem more big, opened further from the dig of the blade that was driven within and gouged out.

The gash appeared deep, the rushing crimson had slowed to a slight drizzle that leaked from the tear.

The constant sound of the dripping blood added to the hissing pants.

His lips were chapped and busted, holding a dark purple and red tint. His breathes came quickly as he tried to gulp as much air as he could gather, filling his lungs. He was a lean and muscular young man, with slightly sun kissed skin. However, his usual golden glow was lost to the darkness of the cell making him appear more pale and sickly from being deprived of the sun.

He wore a pair of black baggy, cargo bottoms that hung low on his hips.

He bore a large and ugly lesion on his left abdomen. It wasn't as fresh as the one he had just received, it was crusted and dark from the dried blood that stuck to the wound and his hip. It appeared cross- shaped, large and boiling. It was sticky, puss beginning to seep from the inside, adding to the heat of the torn flesh. His ribs had began to bubble through but he still appeared strong and broad.

The skin of his back was thinning, making the arch of his spine poke through, the outline was highlighted in the flicker of the light of the room, it dangled above him in the center. His abdomen was littered in various black and blue bruises, many swelled and blistered.

Suddenly the chains that held his arms above his head were pulled.

Groaning, his toes no longer kisses the ground.

The chains continued to pull his arms further and further until he bit his busted lip. However, he let a hiss escape him as his arms bended, making his shoulders pop. He dangled in the air, arms bent back and shoulders bulging, his wrists reddened further from the itch of the shackles. His legs swayed in the air has he began to wheeze further, yelping from the strain on his body.

His deep onyx eyes narrowed as his vision blurred.

Staring through his cherry wet tresses that sat upon his brow. His right eye stayed closed, smeared over with blood that trickled from a gash on his hairline. It was red and swollen.

He continued to watch lazily as someone walked closer to him.

Two strangers, covered head to toe in black including their face that held solid masks.

One of them reached forward to grab at his jaw, twisting his face to the side. His body swung from the sudden movement, hissing as his torturer rubbed their gloved thumb over a jagged slash on his right flushed cheek. Glaring heatedly at the stranger he bore his teeth and went to bite at their hand.

Pulling back quickly to avoid the sharp fangs, the persecuter turner facing the other who held a large bucket. Grabbing it roughly they faced the chained man once more.

The prisioner twisted in his strung up position, bouncing as he tried to avoid the contents of the bucket.

Freezing water was poured over his head and his bare back.

Shouting from the cold, he began to sputter. Spitting and hacking from the chill of the liquid that rushed down his body. His hair clung to his forehead, gasping he whipped his head up trying not to face the ground to avoid any more water running into his eyes. Blinking furiously, his neck strained from trying to keep his head up. Giving up he let his head dangle, watching his dark pink bangs drip. His teeth began to chatter so he gnashes them, clashing them together to try and fight away the cold.

His wounds began to slowly burn from the sting of the cold water, irritating the inside of the cuts. He twitched and swung in the air, the sound of the chains twisting rang in his ears.

He heard his kidnappers fiddling in the corner of the cell, shaking his head to rid himself of the water in his eyes he turned to watch them. They were digging in a tool box, leaning back to reveal their next set of equipment.

His eyes widened at what he saw.

In their hands were a pair of picanas, a device used to give an electric shock.

Realising this he started to twist, rubbing his wrist against his chains making them hot and itchy.

Groaning in frustration he looked up to find them standing before him.

He stuttered, fear rising within him as they leaned in-

"HEY! *cough hey WAI-

The feel of cold metal dug into his skin

He started to violently spasm as his muscles contracted and snapped. His body began to flex, jerking and yanking hard on the chains. His head was thrown back in agony, unable to hear anything other than his own screams that began to grow higher in pitch. They had turns at shocking his body, but neither let up with the electrocution. His mouth began to leak spit as his tongue lost the will to work, becoming numb as his nerves and tissues were fried. He felt something tear but the pain was lost within the intense flare on his body. His neck felt as if it would crack from it rocking back and forth, he might as well of been sick right there and then. Blood began to spin from his tongue, his teeth coming down to bite it as his head came back down again. He felt his eyes roll back into his skull from the overdrive to his senses.

He was going to snap

Suddenly as quick as it came the shock went away.

Choking, his head came back down, facing the floor sluggish. His mouth was locked open, tongue twitching as he shook from the weakness left in his muscles. His nerves were tingling, buzzing with uncomfortable sensations. His jaw started to loosen, allowing him to gulp down the moisture in his mouth. He could blink freely, ridding himself of the tears that ran down his flushed sweaty cheeks.

Gasping, he tried to rid himself of the fire in his lungs that burned him, puffing up smoke from his humming lips. His fingers and toes twitched trying to rid itself of paralysis and allow feeling back into them. His throat was heaving, stomach rolling as if his organs were smouldering.

He was going to be sick

Flicking his eyes over to the persecutors, he saw them talking amongst themselves. Deciding on what to use to torture him next.

He wasn't going to give them that chance

Fuck this

Clenching his fists he willed his muscles to clear itself of the intense seal in his limbs. The pins and needles in his hands withered, however he could still feel the heat wafting off him. Clenching his fists, he felt the zap that buzzed in his fingers. His eyes flickered to them again, finding that one has his back towards him while they spoke.

Perfect

Gulping hard and fast, he grit his teeth. Using all his strength to push himself up, gripping at the chains to will his legs to swing. He seized his muscles and the veins in his arms bulgded from the strain on his body. Sweating he dangled and struck forward.

Locking his thighs around his abductors neck and crossing his ankles.

He leant over the strangers shoulders, keeping himself balanced as his victim began to sink their fingers into his legs.

Holding onto them, he panted heavily. Panicking as the other went to grab the picana again to strike him.

"SHIT- AHH-

Cursing as the shock ran through him once more. Feeling his muscles began to spasm and loosen his captive NAH FUCK THAT! Gritting his teeth in defiance he roared from the pain, digging his calves into their neck. Refusing to let go.

He felt them ripping at his legs violently. Digging their fingers into the gash in his thigh, screeching as their thumb dug deeper and pulled at his bloody flesh. He closed his eyes, feeling his limbs tighten and his nerves flare. His skin began to darken from the burn and he lost all feeling, but he still held on

JUST GO TO SLEEP ALREADY

Finally, the fingers loosened and dropped heavily to their sides. The shock in his body came to a sudden stop allowing his legs to slip off their shoulders. The stranger fell loosely to the floor, as his limbs dangled aimlessly in the air. He felt paralysed and numb, everything was hazy as every tissue tingled and swelled. The smell of burning flesh struck him causing his mouth to flare up from its grip, allowing him to turn his head from the smell. His jaw shook as he had to open his mouth to inhale all the air he could, wanting the chill of the cell to put out the fire in his lungs. His stomach shook, the rolling had slowed but yet he still felt the need to throw up bile everywhere.

Looking up he spotted the other persecuter shaking his companion on the floor.

Feeling the eyes on the back of their head, they turned to face him. He could feel the anger radiating off them in waves, in turn he narrowed his eyes, wild and teary.

Standing up the stranger still held the electrocution device, they stalked towards him.

He felt trapped

Running towards him they went to strike him again with their weapon, however, the wounded young man pulled himself upwards. Straining his muscles, as he pulled back his left leg and smacked the attackers forearm. Forcing them to release the device, it flew from their grasp and smacked the wall.

Swinging back his arms strained from their bent position, crying out he let his legs swing and smack his kidnapper in the chest. They tripped and stumbled backwards, reaching out to hold onto one of their equipment tables only to fall to the floor.

The young man began to force his arms forwards from their twisted backward position. The pain flared up his shoulders, yelling from the ache he continued to force his arms to bend forwards.

Looking up he caught sight of his attacker picking themselves up from the floor and heading towards him.

Cursing, he pulled his arms as far as they could go. Shrieking in agony as he heard a crack and felt a pop in his left wrist. Yanking forward, he felt himself fall towards the floor as his hands came flying off the hook that held him above the ground.

He collapsed and fell onto the concrete floor, smashing his nose into the tiles. Howling from the sudden burn of pain, he crumbled. Curling into a ball as the flare in his face increased along with the blow to his stomach and collarbone from the impact. Hissing, he sniffed and coughed from the blood spurting from his nose.

Suddenly the shock to his body returned

He shrivelled and arched his back, letting his head fly back as he screeched. His tied hands curling and flexing along with his tendons. His teary eyes were wide as they shook from the intense feeling of being shocked, his nerves began to numb. In his gaze he spotted the stranger he had kicked stabbing him with the electrocution device.

Gnawing at his tongue, he bent his body and hunched over. Peering up at his abuser who continued to shock him, roaring in torment he kneeled before him. Banging his forehead into the tiled floor as he tried to gain control of his spazzing muscles. Working his twitching toes into the dirt of the ground he slowly began to lift himself from the floor. Bent forewords as he went into a crouch.

Roaring in pain and fury he used as much strength as he could to rush his attacker, kneeing him in the stomach and sending them to the floor. He rolled off them, twitching and arching from the shocks that started to fade from his nervous system. Rolling onto his stomach, he spat onto the floor, breathing up dirt and dust.

Placing his head on the ground he blinked sleepily. Panting and feeling his lungs shake from the intake of breathes.

He blinked in surprise when he found his persecuter lying on the floor, blood seeping from their head as they had landed on the edge of the table. The corner had dug into their head as they fell, causing their unconsciousness.

He sighed in relief

Continuing to twitch and convulse on the floor. Trying to calm his muscles from the burst of current that ran through him every few seconds.

His eyes went to close but he willed them to stay open. Wanting to watch the door of his cell to see if anyone one comes in. As his body was rid of burning and numbness, the pain from his wounds began to flare. Making him groan from the sting.

How did I get myself into this shit?...