A/N - There is a separate adult version of this story on my Archive account

DizzyLizzy7

Chapter 18

Kelly was having strange dreams over and over again, and trying to interoperate what they meant was not easy at all.

Kelly's dreams start….

Pinhead was on his knees, bound by chains. His arms were spread out to the sides, chains keeping them spread by running through his forearms, just above the wrist. Four more chains were through his body, two in each shoulder.

One set was in a V shape, reaching towards the ceiling. The other two went next to the first sets, but went downwards. Twisted spikes kept each end of the chains to the ground. Though two of the four spikes went through his lower legs, just above the ankle.

The last chain was shorter, attaching to a bolted hook to the wall in front of Pinhead. The chain went through his abdomen, a spike laying sideways to prevent the chain from being pulled out. The shortness forced Pinhead's back to bow. He stared at the ceiling, groaning softly in pain. This was a different kind than he enjoyed.

The door behind him opened up. Wesker came in, stopping at Pinhead's head. Glowing eyes hidden by shades met with black ones.

"I'm glad you are awake. I was starting to get bored," Wesker said.

"Why?" Pinhead asked. "Why have you brought me here?"

"You cenobites are practically immortal. The only thing that can kill you is a holy weapon," said Wesker. "This leaves you the perfect test subject for me to perfect what I have in mind with Leon. Getting you was simple enough. I'm sure you liked that I immobilized you easily to prevent you from escaping me."

Pinhead didn't say anything. He remembered being frozen in that game before he blacked out when he exhausted himself to try to break free. He came back into focus when Wesker touched his neck.

"I'm going to deeply enjoy this," said Wesker. "No one will come for you. Once I have perfected myself, Leon will be coming to me."

"He won't," said Pinhead.

"We'll see about that," Wesker said, tracing his hand up to the cenobite's mouth. "You'll know suffering like never before. Now, open up."

Pinhead fought and resisted the best he could. The chains in him hurt badly, so he tried to turn his head away. Wesker wasn't having any of it and used his strength to hold Pinhead in place. He forced his mouth open, black tentacles coming into view.

Pinhead's eyes widened in horror. He felt the slick tentacles slide into his mouth and down his throat. Wesker moved a hand to the pale throat again, feeling it bulge and move. The tentacles stayed there, acting as a gag that choked when moved wrong. Wesker took a step back to admire his work.

Pinhead shook his head a bit, anything to get the vile things out of his mouth and throat. But the tentacles remained.

"You better get comfortable, cenobite. You're never leaving," Wesker said, leaving his prisoner alone.

Pinhead stared above him. He closed his eyes, tears slipping from his eyes. It had been many years since he last cried. He kept mentally calling for help, hoping someone heard him. He was left in silence besides the noises of the tentacles, the chains, and his blood dripping to the floor.

Pinhead watched the light from a small crack above him. Three days had gone by and he was left in the same position. His wounds had stopped bleeding, but he knew that if he moved, the chains would reopen them. His jaw and neck was sore from the ever moving tentacles that still occupied his mouth and throat, never moving from that spot. Wesker came in after the three days, an arrogant smirk on his face.

"I hope you are comfortable," Wesker said. "It's about time to see if I can break you."

The man sauntered over, his knife in hand. He stood next to the bound cenobite, moving his hand along his chest to the chain that ran through his abdomen. Wesker dug his fingers into the wound, splitting it open more. Pinhead bit back a moan, not wanting to show pain to this evil man. The tentacles were drawn out of his mouth, finally releasing him from them. But still he didn't make a noise when Wesker twisted his fingers around and spread them.

"The silent type. We'll see how silent you are when I am done with you," Wesker said. "I do enjoy a good challenge."

Wesker took his knife and cut precision lines over Pinhead's chest and up to his shoulders, cutting through his leather clothes. The cuts were deep enough to sting, but not to bleed him out. Just to leave him in discomfort. But Pinhead continued to remain quiet. Wesker was growing annoyed with each minute that passed by with no results.

Wesker's eyes flashed with an idea. He set his knife aside, unhooking the chain running to Pinhead's middle. He dragged the chain through the hole quickly, getting a small gasp and whimper of pain. The chain clattered to the floor, dropping down to coil on the ground. Pinhead gasped and his breath shuddered. Wesker dug three fingers into the wound again, pulling on it. The movement jerked Pinhead and reopened the other wounds in his shoulders, arms, and legs.

"I know what can make you scream," Wesker said in a mocking tone. "Stay right here."

Wesker took his fingers out, wiping them on Pinhead's face and leaving streaks of blood. The floor below him was steeped in blood that soaked into his skirt and legs. He felt fear for the first time in his life when he heard the door open again to his prison, hearing familiar noises.

Wekser grabbed his head and pulled it back roughly. Behind him, standing next to Wesker, was the killer known as The Doctor. He could feel the electricity running through the air from this man. The Doctor looked to Wesker and his eyes spoke.

"Yes he's the one I need your powers for. He is quite... stubborn," said Wesker. "Do as much as you want. He won't die."

The Doctor nodded in understanding. Pinhead tried to break free again. He was shaking in fear. The Doctor laughed in glee.

"Struggling won't save you," Wesker said in a pseudo sympathetic voice. "Though do scream as much as you want. In fact, I encourage it."

Pinhead froze when The Doctor rubbed his hands together, lines of electricity sparking off his hands. Pure fear ran through him, shining in black eyes.

"No, please," Pinhead whispered. "Please don't."

The Doctor put his hands on either side of the cenobite's head, but didn't touch it. The electricity jumped to the nails in Pinhead. His eyes widened in pain, mouth open in a scream, but nothing came out. His body jerked from the volts running through him. It didn't take long before a loud scream echoed around the cell.

Wesker watched, imagining it was Leon in Pinhead's place. He couldn't wait to hear such screams coming from the one who brought him down. He would take his revenge on Leon, one way or another. He continued to watch as Pinhead screamed and thrashed around, the metal in his body attracting the electricity even more. The idea of shocking Leon with the Doctor was sounding really good.

Pinhead continued to scream. He didn't know how long it went on before they stopped. He laid limp in the chains, ragged breaths escaping his mouth. Wesker released the chains in his arms and connected them to the ceiling, but left them in. Pinhead fell motionless to the floor, staring blankly at the wall next to him. He didn't even notice when the two sadistic men left him. Pain ran through his body, still jerking every now and then. He knew what they were trying to do. They wanted to see how much they could use against Leon without killing him right away. Wesker wanted Leon to suffer before killing him. But Pinhead knew deep down that Wesker would never get Leon. He was safe and unreachable. But that didn't stop the sadistic man from his torture on him.

'Help... please... it hurts... someone... Help me... please... save me...'

Pinhead passed out, laying in a pool of his blood. He hoped someone would save him, that he would be able to warn Leon. What Wesker had in mind was cruel and beyond evil.

Kelly's dreams end….

Kelly jumped, and glanced over at Leon who had his arm around her. She realized with dread Leon would be in terrible danger.

"Wesker won't hurt you never," Kelly said as she settled down into his arms once more.

Never….. Do you hear me Wesker NEVER.