Feel as She Feels
Louis felt his consciousness being pulled back from the void of nothingness. Awakening, his eyes opened, and he could hardly see a foot in front of himself. The room was pitch black. He motioned to try and sit up but his adam's apple bumps something hard and rigid. He coughs and his hands move to his throat instinctively, but they were tied down as well. Every time he moved them so far the rattling of chains was heard. He kicks and writhes around despite all his limbs being secured and locked in place. He pulls hard at the chains and screams.
"Aaarrghh! What the fuck?! Help!"
A beacon of light from his left then drew his attention. The source was a television set, very old. Static blared for several moments and shortly after some kind of doll appeared on screen. It looked so...creepy.
Louis paused and blinked, not sure what to make of it. What did it want? Why was he here? And plenty of other questions raced behind his eyes. The answer to all of them was about to come, and he wouldn't like any of them…
"Hello, Louis. I want to play a game. Right now, you are feeling helpless. The same helplessness you've bestowed onto others. Namely your very family; your own flesh and blood. For years you tortured your sister incestuously and devoted every moment you had alone with her to turn her into your own personal plaything. Your 'doll', as you like to put it. The psychological damage this caused became irreversible and as a result, she developed a crippling fear of being touched. Since then your relationship with her seems to have stabilized, but I'm willing to bet it's all just an act. In time she grew to forgive you and even saved your life after you fell into the sea. Her selflessness, however, inhibited you from truly understanding the severity of the atrocities you committed against her. Now it's unto you. Some call this karma, I call it justice."
Louis became enraged by the puppet's perceived arrogance and in moments proved the accuracy of everything it was saying. "You dare attempt to bring me to the level of that slave-bitch?! How dare you! She was beneath me! I am Louis el Bridget! The heir to the el Bridget family name! She was but a toy! Did that jap put you up to this?! Once I get out of here I'm going to kill you! You hear me! Fucking kill you!"
"Today, I offer you the choice of taking her pain unto yourself in an effort to truly understand what her suffering was like." Louis was prepared to scream and hurl more obscenities at the television, but that all changed when a spotlight illuminated the giant blade above him. His breath hitched and his psychotic rage was relegated to panic. "In thirty seconds the pendulum hanging above you will drop far enough to touch your body. Within sixty seconds it will cut you in half. To avoid the pendulum, you will need to make a sacrifice. To your right and left are two boxes, each with five holes to correspond with your fingers. You must insert each and press long and hard to reach the buttons inside. Doing so will result in them being amputated and cauterized."
"You sick fuck! Let me out of here!"
"The hands you used to traumatize your sister will be irreparably damaged and you will never be able to use them again, but you will be freed. Will you destroy the things that have brought about so much pain and suffering? Will you feel as she feels? Make your choice. Let the games begin."
The television buzzed off and the timer on the wall began to tick down its precious seconds. The pendulum unhooked from the ceiling, the weight of its blade slicing through the air above Louis with a deafening whoosh that immediately made the coward gasp and soil himself. He wheezed in a long breath to pull his stomach in as far as he could when the blade swung back with even more speed, its velocity increasing on each pass it made over the exposed flesh of his stomach.
"You won't get away with this!" Louis yelled. "This is murder! My family will want blood once they find out about this! AH!" he jumped back slightly as the blade lowered and made another pass.
Forty-Five seconds remained but all he could manage to do was shout into the void in hopes that anyone could hear him. But the truth was no one was there to hear or care. He was alone and could only count on himself. He brought his hands to his face, staring at them through his tears for a moment much longer than needed. Time was running out and he needed to act fast if he were going to save himself.
Another whoosh of the pendulum was more than enough to convince him to make an attempt. Louis put his arms inside the boxes, readying his fingers and dreading the pain that was about to come. When his fingers began to make their way inside, he shrieked and took them out in one swift motion.
He began pleading for his life. "I'm sorry! Please! Forgive me! I don't want to die! I learned my lesson! I won't touch Satella or anyone else again!"
Whether his words contained truth didn't matter. The game showed him no pity. It was designed to be just as merciless as he was.
He is erratic breathing made his subsequent yelps sound like that of a little girl's. At this rate he would surely die.
"Alright! I'll do it! I'm doing it!"
He inserts his arms into the devices again, choking on his fear as his fingers slide through the holes. With them in place, an explosion of adrenaline surges through his entire being and he presses them in as far as they could go with a bellow that could be heard for miles. In a visceral instant, every last finger and thumb served from his hands and an enormous heat encompassed the boxes not long after. He writhed in agony, squirming as the excruciating pain consumed him.
But his suffering was not over. The timer reached the halfway point and the blade made its first clean cut through the top of his belly. His rage and cowardly pleas for forgiveness cost him too much time, and now his only hope was to be able to hold out long enough for his binds to release.
The searing flames and smell of his burning flesh permeated the air as the pendulum cut into him deeper and deeper. The mechanisms his hands were in then started to cool, but by then it was too late. Even as the pendulum slowed and the binds Louis' was in were released, it didn't stop the guts and entrails from spilling and being violently ejected from his waistline. It was all over for him now. As blood flowed from his mouth and his vision began to fade, he noticed a photo of his former captive crudely duct taped to the blade that was buried deep into his emptied abdomen. One of her crying and in pain, with no one around to help her. And next to it was his own reflection mirroring the exact same expression.
Louis got the message, but not the way Jigsaw would have intended. He spat a bloody loogie at the picture imposed on the tempered steel in a final act of smug defiance. His consciousness soon faded, but the pain continued to linger, never letting up as his eyelids were embraced by death and slowly began to close forever.
A/N: I originally had this idea in my head for several years. I initially wanted to make this longer, even planned to write out an elaborate kidnapping scene, but I decided to drop it so I could get to the good stuff right off the bat. I make it no secret that I hate Freezing with a passion and Louis never being punished for abusing his sister is one of the biggest reasons for that. What it boils down to is me simply not wanting to waste time on stuff I just don't like, so I made it short sweet and to the point.
I didn't make this fanfic with the intent for it to be good. I made it to vent and put the series behind me once and for all. To give both myself closure as well as anyone else who happens to stumble upon this that also felt cheated by the Sibling's Arc. That being said, I hope I was able to deliver some sadistic glee to anyone else who wanted to see this scumfuck get his comeuppance in the worst way like I did.
But now that this is in the books and on the record, I have a few other stories under my belt that actually do deserve my full attention and effort. If Sekirei is your thing, you may want to check them out if you haven't.