A/N: Hi everyone! I just wanted to make a quick update before school
starts. Thanks for the reviews, they're definitely appreciated. At least
I'm over my writers' block. Writing something else actually helps... and if
you think this story sucks, get out, but remember, I'm probably younger
than you think I am. I am in fact 12 years old, going on 13 in May. Oh
yah...warning: major torture of Rei. All flames will be used to burn
Voltaire at the stake.
Disclaimer: Nope I don't own Beyblade, you gotta be kidding, or half mental if you say that.
'Where am I?' wondered Rei groggily.
It had been three days since Voltaire knocked him out in the park. Rei had been unconscious the entire time. Voltaire had taken advantage of Rei's unconsciousness by constantly whipping, beating, or otherwise inflicting pain of some sort on Rei.
Rei tried to move around, but discovered that his hands and feet were chained to the wall. He was stiff, sore, and many bruises, welts, and cuts. Again, Rei wondered where he was and how long he had been here. He tried to call for help, but his throat was dry and his voice came out as a hoarse whisper. He eyes to see through the darkness around him, he was suddenly aware of footsteps approaching him. A light clicked on and under it, stood Voltaire, grinning maliciously. His eyes stared at Rei evilly, as anger radiated from him. Rei cowered at the sight of him, fear flashing in his eyes, before being replace with anger and defiance.
"Well, well, well," whispered Voltaire, every word dripping with malice, "it looks like the sleeping beauty has finally awaken."
Rei remained silent, not wanting to further anger his captor.
"Ah, the strong silent type are we?" said Voltaire, grinning evilly, "well, you won't be silent for long, soon I'll have you screaming with pain and agony, and wishing you were dead. But no, I won't let you off that easily, I wouldn't dare kill you now, even I need to have fun once in a while. I want to make you scream, you will die in slow painful torture," laughed Voltaire maniacally.
Voltaire approached Rei with slow deliberate steps, his evil filled the room and it became hard for Rei to breathe, his breath came out in loud, irregular gasps, trying to draw in air, yet somehow he couldn't manage it, his vision blurred, his lungs burned, and his mind screamed for air, but he couldn't even draw one breath of air. Slowly, Rei felt his heart slow down, and yet he was still conscious. Faintly, he wondered why.
"I told you, boy, you will be tortured, and you'll be conscious of every slow and painful second that passes." Voltaire's voice sounded faint, as though he was far away, but in fact he was right in front of Rei, "As you can see, you're senses are dulled by the gas, but as your other senses dull, you'll soon discover that one sense has increased tenfold, you will feel every blow magnified, the pain will be immense and you'll have to stay conscious through the entire thing. Now, let's begin."
Voltaire started out by stripping Rei of all his clothes. His whip was in his hand, eagerly waiting to deal out the first blow. Out of nowhere the whip lashed down on Rei, one after another, the whip came down on him relentlessly, Rei screamed over and over in pain. His tears mingled with sweat dripping down on his face. Finally, the pain stopped, Voltaire came closer and immediately started moving his hands around Rei's body, touching him in some very private, yet tender spots, where the whip had come down most furiously. Rei moaned in pain as Voltaire found some painful and well- abused spots on his body.
He undid the chains that bound Rei to the wall and hauled him roughly to his feet. He let Rei to a bathroom and roughly threw Rei into a bathtub filled with steaming hot water. Rei let out another scream as the hot water burned at his cuts and welts. Blood mingled with the hot water and soon, the water was a deep dark red. Voltaire roughly picked up Rei, and took him back to the other room where he threw him to the floor. Rei watched as he walked over the pile of clothes, lit a match and threw it down...
A/N: Well, I think this may be the strangest and possibly worst chappie I have ever written. For one thing, I wrote it in like, half and hour and really early in the morning, plus I just made it up as I went along, so there was no planning or anything. POOR REI!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE I DID THAT!! Oh well, I'm hoping for a couple flames and some anger directed towards Voltaire, `cause I was hoping to use those to star a fire in the next chapter to kill Voltaire. CYA!!!
Disclaimer: Nope I don't own Beyblade, you gotta be kidding, or half mental if you say that.
'Where am I?' wondered Rei groggily.
It had been three days since Voltaire knocked him out in the park. Rei had been unconscious the entire time. Voltaire had taken advantage of Rei's unconsciousness by constantly whipping, beating, or otherwise inflicting pain of some sort on Rei.
Rei tried to move around, but discovered that his hands and feet were chained to the wall. He was stiff, sore, and many bruises, welts, and cuts. Again, Rei wondered where he was and how long he had been here. He tried to call for help, but his throat was dry and his voice came out as a hoarse whisper. He eyes to see through the darkness around him, he was suddenly aware of footsteps approaching him. A light clicked on and under it, stood Voltaire, grinning maliciously. His eyes stared at Rei evilly, as anger radiated from him. Rei cowered at the sight of him, fear flashing in his eyes, before being replace with anger and defiance.
"Well, well, well," whispered Voltaire, every word dripping with malice, "it looks like the sleeping beauty has finally awaken."
Rei remained silent, not wanting to further anger his captor.
"Ah, the strong silent type are we?" said Voltaire, grinning evilly, "well, you won't be silent for long, soon I'll have you screaming with pain and agony, and wishing you were dead. But no, I won't let you off that easily, I wouldn't dare kill you now, even I need to have fun once in a while. I want to make you scream, you will die in slow painful torture," laughed Voltaire maniacally.
Voltaire approached Rei with slow deliberate steps, his evil filled the room and it became hard for Rei to breathe, his breath came out in loud, irregular gasps, trying to draw in air, yet somehow he couldn't manage it, his vision blurred, his lungs burned, and his mind screamed for air, but he couldn't even draw one breath of air. Slowly, Rei felt his heart slow down, and yet he was still conscious. Faintly, he wondered why.
"I told you, boy, you will be tortured, and you'll be conscious of every slow and painful second that passes." Voltaire's voice sounded faint, as though he was far away, but in fact he was right in front of Rei, "As you can see, you're senses are dulled by the gas, but as your other senses dull, you'll soon discover that one sense has increased tenfold, you will feel every blow magnified, the pain will be immense and you'll have to stay conscious through the entire thing. Now, let's begin."
Voltaire started out by stripping Rei of all his clothes. His whip was in his hand, eagerly waiting to deal out the first blow. Out of nowhere the whip lashed down on Rei, one after another, the whip came down on him relentlessly, Rei screamed over and over in pain. His tears mingled with sweat dripping down on his face. Finally, the pain stopped, Voltaire came closer and immediately started moving his hands around Rei's body, touching him in some very private, yet tender spots, where the whip had come down most furiously. Rei moaned in pain as Voltaire found some painful and well- abused spots on his body.
He undid the chains that bound Rei to the wall and hauled him roughly to his feet. He let Rei to a bathroom and roughly threw Rei into a bathtub filled with steaming hot water. Rei let out another scream as the hot water burned at his cuts and welts. Blood mingled with the hot water and soon, the water was a deep dark red. Voltaire roughly picked up Rei, and took him back to the other room where he threw him to the floor. Rei watched as he walked over the pile of clothes, lit a match and threw it down...
A/N: Well, I think this may be the strangest and possibly worst chappie I have ever written. For one thing, I wrote it in like, half and hour and really early in the morning, plus I just made it up as I went along, so there was no planning or anything. POOR REI!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE I DID THAT!! Oh well, I'm hoping for a couple flames and some anger directed towards Voltaire, `cause I was hoping to use those to star a fire in the next chapter to kill Voltaire. CYA!!!