Ok so i'm stuck with a bit of writers block, I know what I want to happen in the fic but i'm currently stuck on this chapter, but to appease you before we get out the pitch forks and torches I am giving you a sneak peak on what happens to Lyon in the future of this fic. This is where the fic changes from warm and brotherly to torment and agony :D, Cause I apparently have ideas of torment when i'm up at 7 am with no sleep refreshing my email hoping my favorite writers will update there fics!
Hehehe anyways I want to thank Rook2020 who i had gone to with concern's that I might have been accidentally copying parts their fic. Let's Play The Quiet Game which I HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING! But they assured me they didn't think it was the case and even encouraged me :)
Also want to thank allaboutrichard again who goes to both my Fanfiction and my AO3 account to review this fic.
sorrelkarren: Aww thanks I feel like I'm kind of failing with Natsu's character a bit but i'm glad you don't think so!
M Hatake: Thank you hopefully you'll stay with me while I torture Lyon XP They just don't make enough Lyon in some kind of physical or emotional agony in my opinion so that's why I made this.
Hope you enjoy the torment and hopefully i'll escape this writers block and give you a real chapter soon. I promise I have it more than halfway written I just hit a wall!
Pain, burning, pain, agony, pain, pain, PAIN! These were all good descriptions of how Lyon was feeling right now, almost every single part of his body hurt. His naked body against the hot metal table, not enough to give him a burn that would give him second or third degree burns but hot enough that he could feel burns accumulating on his back legs and neck. Each cut throbbed most likely from infection moving hurt, staying still hurt it just all hurt!
He tried not to scream at first but after the eternal silence he allowed himself to scream so he could hear something! But to no avail, his sight was gone and so was his hearing all he had was touch smell and taste. The touch of pain and metal against his bare body, the smell of iron and burning skin and temporarily piss and the taste of blood and his own tears. He could never predict when the next torture would arrive. All he could do was pretend to be unconscious and hope it would take longer for the next torment.
He wanted to scream, he wanted to hear the assailant and mock him, he wanted to be able to do something! He could deal with the pain and agony if he could just see or hear! He could feel himself going crazy from the sensory deprivation. He didn't know how long he had been here; it could have been days to weeks, definitely too long for it to have been hours; the wounds were too infected. He gritted his teeth feeling a few tears slide out from underneath the blindfold and sting the cuts on his cheeks.
He felt a rough hand grab at his face, twisting his head painfully and bringing something sharp across his cheek. He hissed in pain but didn't scream, it was mild compared to the psycho's usual torment. However he should have known it was too good to be true as he suddenly felt a sharp pain and his body jolted and he let out a pained scream.