WARNING: GRAPHIC DETAILS OF TORTURE ~ Happy Labor Day everyone :)
Destiny's End 18:
Maddog gripped Bosco's neck tightly and forced his head to face him. He gusted another cloud of smoke into Bosco's face, causing him to cough vigorously and his eyes to sting.
"You think just because you're a cop you're invincible. I have watched you. You think you're a tough guy, strutting around like your some kind of god. I know your kind. You're nothing but a pathetic coward hiding behind your badge," Maddog said eyeing Bosco's expression with immense fascination.
Maddog bent over and got in Bosco's face. "I asked you a question officer."
Bosco was turning red and gasping for air, but managed to give Maddog another one of his smirks. "That wasn't a question jagoff, that was more of a statement. I do think you have cheap taste in cigars and women," he said in-between gasps.
"You think you are so smart don't you? You think you are better than me?" Maddog took another puff of his cigar and extinguished it on Bosco's forearm. Bosco screamed in torment as Maddog twisted it into his burning flesh. He yanked on the restraints violently trying to liberate his arms and escape the fire sensation that was causing every last one of his nerve's to cry out. His eyes were uncontrollably watering, and he let another loud shout flee his lips.
"That was a question, answer me, I am getting impatient with you."
"YES," Bosco screamed. "YES, I AM BETTER THAN YOU!"
Maddog threw the extinguished cigar on the ground smiling evilly. "Not so tough now are you pig?"
Bosco sobbed a few times and swallowed the large lump that had formed in his throat. "GO TO HELL," Bosco shouted clinching his teeth to prevent any other redundant cries to escape.
"Well officer, you have it half right. This is hell, but unfortunately for you it is not mine," Maddog said releasing the grip on Bosco's throat and smacking him roughly on the cheek. "I need a drink," he ordered walking away from Bosco and out of sight.
~~~~~
Bosco felt his chest muscles contract. It had been over a year since his last panic attack. He was so sure they were gone. He felt severe pressure and he began gasping for oxygen. He started to take deep breaths trying to calm him down and get more air into his lungs.
His body was trembling with pain and fear, or perhaps it was the blood loss; maybe a combination of all three. Having his ankles and wrists bonded was a phobia of his, and he was letting it get the best of him. He closed his eyes and began concentrating on breathing, trying to ignore the physical pain. He could hear blood dripping off his draining body and hitting the plastic underneath him. He silently prayed that it wouldn't be long.
~~~~~
Voices stirred Bosco out of his semi-slumber. His vision came into focus on three men standing to his left. Maddog, Bailey, and some other business looking man with a black bag where in a heated conversation. They were in conflict about something. Not something, he knew it was over him. He observed Maddog hand the man with the bag a brown envelope, which he tucked into his suit pocket before removing it. Bosco watched him as he rolled up his sleeves and walked up to him, setting his bag on something over his head that he couldn't see. He could hear the distinct sound of rubber gloves being snapped on the man's hands.
Bosco swallowed hard and closed his eyes firmly shut, hoping no one noticed he was awake. This was not happening. No one could be this inhumane.
"Wake him up, I want to hear him squeal," Bailey said stepping up over his body. He was physically trembling again and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop. His eyes shot open when Bailey poked cruelly into his ribcage. He clenched his fists and teeth and elevated his head up as far as possible, holding in the cry this time but letting a growl surge through his teeth.
"I knew you were awake pig, time to play you bastard," Bailey said spitting in his face. He grasped Bosco's curls brusquely and shouted in his face. "You know what I just did huh? I buried a friend. You killed Edwards you piece of shit, now we are going to kill you." He slammed Bosco's head back against the table causing him to flinch and squeeze his eyes shut.
"Remember Doc, don't be neat about it, just sew up his wounds and stop the blood loss. We want him around a few more days," Maddog said sipping on a drink. He snapped his fingers and within seconds two men brought up the sofa that Maddog was sitting on with the naked young women closer to the table. Bailey and Maddog sat down on the chair to observe Bosco's torture.
The doctor prodded around Bosco's shoulder wound and forced his hand underneath. He stuck his latex covered finger in the tender hole in Bosco's back causing him to scream at the top of his lungs.
"God that hurts, please stop," Bosco begged. Maddog and Bailey were already laughing sadistically in pure enjoyment. This fueled Bosco's temper and he began thrashing around in his restraints again.
"Young man, you are only making this worse on yourself. My job is to sew you up and I am not leaving here till it is done. You jerking around like that is only going to prolong this procedure," the doctor said sincerely.
"Please, I am a cop, you can't do this to me. You are a doctor you are supposed to help people," Bosco pleaded with the man.
"That is exactly what I am doing officer, saving your life," he said using gauze to remove some of the blood from the wound.
"I can't insure he won't have any blood clots, but I can stitch him up and keep him around for awhile," the doctor said reaching over Bosco's head and grabbing his surgical thread and needle.
"Whatever Doc," Maddog said watching with pleasure at the trembling form in front of him.
TBC?
Destiny's End 18:
Maddog gripped Bosco's neck tightly and forced his head to face him. He gusted another cloud of smoke into Bosco's face, causing him to cough vigorously and his eyes to sting.
"You think just because you're a cop you're invincible. I have watched you. You think you're a tough guy, strutting around like your some kind of god. I know your kind. You're nothing but a pathetic coward hiding behind your badge," Maddog said eyeing Bosco's expression with immense fascination.
Maddog bent over and got in Bosco's face. "I asked you a question officer."
Bosco was turning red and gasping for air, but managed to give Maddog another one of his smirks. "That wasn't a question jagoff, that was more of a statement. I do think you have cheap taste in cigars and women," he said in-between gasps.
"You think you are so smart don't you? You think you are better than me?" Maddog took another puff of his cigar and extinguished it on Bosco's forearm. Bosco screamed in torment as Maddog twisted it into his burning flesh. He yanked on the restraints violently trying to liberate his arms and escape the fire sensation that was causing every last one of his nerve's to cry out. His eyes were uncontrollably watering, and he let another loud shout flee his lips.
"That was a question, answer me, I am getting impatient with you."
"YES," Bosco screamed. "YES, I AM BETTER THAN YOU!"
Maddog threw the extinguished cigar on the ground smiling evilly. "Not so tough now are you pig?"
Bosco sobbed a few times and swallowed the large lump that had formed in his throat. "GO TO HELL," Bosco shouted clinching his teeth to prevent any other redundant cries to escape.
"Well officer, you have it half right. This is hell, but unfortunately for you it is not mine," Maddog said releasing the grip on Bosco's throat and smacking him roughly on the cheek. "I need a drink," he ordered walking away from Bosco and out of sight.
~~~~~
Bosco felt his chest muscles contract. It had been over a year since his last panic attack. He was so sure they were gone. He felt severe pressure and he began gasping for oxygen. He started to take deep breaths trying to calm him down and get more air into his lungs.
His body was trembling with pain and fear, or perhaps it was the blood loss; maybe a combination of all three. Having his ankles and wrists bonded was a phobia of his, and he was letting it get the best of him. He closed his eyes and began concentrating on breathing, trying to ignore the physical pain. He could hear blood dripping off his draining body and hitting the plastic underneath him. He silently prayed that it wouldn't be long.
~~~~~
Voices stirred Bosco out of his semi-slumber. His vision came into focus on three men standing to his left. Maddog, Bailey, and some other business looking man with a black bag where in a heated conversation. They were in conflict about something. Not something, he knew it was over him. He observed Maddog hand the man with the bag a brown envelope, which he tucked into his suit pocket before removing it. Bosco watched him as he rolled up his sleeves and walked up to him, setting his bag on something over his head that he couldn't see. He could hear the distinct sound of rubber gloves being snapped on the man's hands.
Bosco swallowed hard and closed his eyes firmly shut, hoping no one noticed he was awake. This was not happening. No one could be this inhumane.
"Wake him up, I want to hear him squeal," Bailey said stepping up over his body. He was physically trembling again and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop. His eyes shot open when Bailey poked cruelly into his ribcage. He clenched his fists and teeth and elevated his head up as far as possible, holding in the cry this time but letting a growl surge through his teeth.
"I knew you were awake pig, time to play you bastard," Bailey said spitting in his face. He grasped Bosco's curls brusquely and shouted in his face. "You know what I just did huh? I buried a friend. You killed Edwards you piece of shit, now we are going to kill you." He slammed Bosco's head back against the table causing him to flinch and squeeze his eyes shut.
"Remember Doc, don't be neat about it, just sew up his wounds and stop the blood loss. We want him around a few more days," Maddog said sipping on a drink. He snapped his fingers and within seconds two men brought up the sofa that Maddog was sitting on with the naked young women closer to the table. Bailey and Maddog sat down on the chair to observe Bosco's torture.
The doctor prodded around Bosco's shoulder wound and forced his hand underneath. He stuck his latex covered finger in the tender hole in Bosco's back causing him to scream at the top of his lungs.
"God that hurts, please stop," Bosco begged. Maddog and Bailey were already laughing sadistically in pure enjoyment. This fueled Bosco's temper and he began thrashing around in his restraints again.
"Young man, you are only making this worse on yourself. My job is to sew you up and I am not leaving here till it is done. You jerking around like that is only going to prolong this procedure," the doctor said sincerely.
"Please, I am a cop, you can't do this to me. You are a doctor you are supposed to help people," Bosco pleaded with the man.
"That is exactly what I am doing officer, saving your life," he said using gauze to remove some of the blood from the wound.
"I can't insure he won't have any blood clots, but I can stitch him up and keep him around for awhile," the doctor said reaching over Bosco's head and grabbing his surgical thread and needle.
"Whatever Doc," Maddog said watching with pleasure at the trembling form in front of him.
TBC?