Rock was aware of the cold. He opened his eyes, blinking. The wall greeted him. He groaned. Forte was gone. At least he wasn't raped in his sleep or something…
A finger pressed against his lips. "No talking. We wouldn't want Forte to hear, would we?"
Rock's eyes opened wide and he saw Metal Man standing there. No…No…No…Metal Man had Forte's key hanging around his neck. "So you're the beautiful trophy of his," Metal inhaled.
Rock started to yell, but Metal waved a hand, and Rock's jaw shut. "I had Magnet Man help me out on a few things." He gave a happy stare. "Get up."
Rock got calmly out of bed. He glared at Metal as Metal teleported with him out. Rock threw down one of Metal's buzz saws as a clue. When they arrived, Metal threw Rock down onto a table of the same name.
"You bastard," Metal said. "Now Forte will come." Rock still couldn't respond. He got up, charged, but the magnets seemed to pull him down onto the ground. Magnets…
"Ooh! Look! Metal brought home some bacon!" Rock struggled to see Magnet Man, who greeted Metal with a kiss. Rock's heart sank to below the floor.
Metal modeled rock to Magnet Man. "See what Forte's been keeping in his room? I had to let the little guy out. It's a dangerous world out here."
Magnet nodded. "Well, I see Forte certainly knew what he was doing. I'll leave him to you, sweetie. Have fun." He left, waving goodbye. Rock could hear evil laughter of triumph from outside.
"Just you and me now, Rockman," Metal whispered. "I've been dying to have this moment since you first blew me to smithereens."
Rock found his jaw could move again. "Too bad you didn't stay that way." Metal whacked him across the cheek.
"Are you a masochist?" Metal asked dangerously. "Why don't we find out?"
"You a sadist?" Rock shot back. Metal grinned evilly, confirming Rock's fears. Rock was aware of a saw blade being thrust into the palm of his hand. "Damn…" he responded, realizing the field was on again, making sure he couldn't move. That must have been life, he reasoned stupidly. The blade went deeper, and he cried out in pain.
"Sweet Rock," Metal cooed into his ear, "don't cry. Pain's the only thing you can rely on." He grinned. "You might say this is my revenge."
"No…" Rock whimpered. He looked at metal, who had stripped down to absolutely nothing on. Rock didn't look.
Metal grinned. "You have a nice package there, Rock." Rock refused to speak at the comment. He wasn't ever going to deal with this, never… his morals were high…even though he was in a hellhole. Metal took another saw an sliced up and down Rock's back. Rock yelled out in pain.
Metal soon realized that Rock was not in any condition whatsoever to take his methods. "Stay awake, sweet Rockman, like I did. You'll see your death soon enough." Rock's eyes held tears.
"Let me go," Rock begged, finding his voice. "I'm not your toy." Rock was too weak to do anything but let the magnetic field bring him upright. "Please…"
"You are mine now," the voice said, trailing a saw on the tip of Rock's skin. It traveled farther and farther down. Rock gave one last squirm.
The door flew open, like some climatic hero entrance. Rock was aware of his head being pulled back and a saw to his throat, but he was too zoned out to do anything else. The pain was almost blinding, but it was numbing, slowly.
"So you're the bastard who's been stealing my things," the voice said coldly. "Of course. How obvious." A cannon charged.
Metal gave a grin. "One step and he's dead. He's mine now, Forte. His yumminess is mine to enjoy…mine to do with as I please. You're just angry because I get to fuck him first."
"I'm not after him for sex, you moron," Forte replied, firing a blast at Metal. The blade drew fluid from Rock's throat. Metal had dodged, and now Rock was suffering. Forte paused, almost unsure of what to do. "Gospel," he said finally, "Kill." Rock paused out, his auto-repair systems going crazy with the damage.