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Trigger Warning: Mentions torture, in a rather graphic way, but not too much?
A/N: I'm back! This time with another Snowbarry story, I'm not sure how long it will be or if I'll even finish it, I'm kind of winging things at the moment. Anyways Barry is going to be miserable in this one and Caitlin will be there for him, because I'm addicted to hurt/comfort. I have not proofread this, so sorry for any mistakes and please enjoy this first chapter, let me know if you do :)
Dark, cold, silent. That was it, that was all Barry had to go on. He didn't know how long he had been here, what day it was, even whether it was day or night. All he could see was the dark, all he could feel was the cold and all he could hear was the deafening silence. It had started out like any other day. He had woken up late and used his speed to get ready, he rushed into the CCPD, barely making it there on time like usual. He had made his way through his mountain of paperwork and grabbed himself a big lunch before heading to Starlabs. Cisco, Caitlin and Wells had all been there like normal, doing whatever it was that they were working on, while Barry hung out waiting to see if the city needed saving. It had. It wasn't to long after he had arrived, that he was gone again. There had been a bank robber and it appeared to be done by a meta, feeling confident Barry headed out, ready to stop whatever was trying to terrorise the city. He could hear Cisco over comms and Caitlin talking to Wells in the background. Their voices were softer, quieter than Cisco's, but he could still just make them out. He reached the bank in under a minute and raced in, the meta appeared to be making people bend to his will, with just a few simple verbal commands. However, he did not seem to notice Barry, to busy stuffing his pockets with cash. Stealthy, the speedster was able to get the meta-cuffs around the man's ankles and he was stopped at once. 'An easy save', the hero had thought as he watched saw the police cars arrive outside the building. Then he felt pain. Not an extreme amount, more like a tiny prick, right in the back of his calf. It stung for a second and then the world went black. It had been black ever since.
Barry blinked awake a short time later, though he was unsure how much time had passed. He was tied up on a wooden chair, his wrists and ankles tied down with zip ties and rope. His whole body ached, like he had been dragged up or down several flights of stairs. Maybe that was what had happened. His first instinct was to try and phase out of the restraints, but the speedster found he was unable to do so. He was momentarily confused until he felt a weight around his neck, he glanced down the best he could, as his neck was restrained, and saw a familiar blue glow. A meta-cuff. It was a single one, like a collar and it was preventing him from using his powers. 'Shit!' he thought, frustration and slight panic beginning to build up in him. He tried to think rationally. He was still wearing his suit, so he still had access to his comms, "Guys," he tried quietly, "Guys I need help." Silence. "Cisco?" he questioned into the darkness. More silence. "Caitlin?" He whispered desperately. Still there was no answer. Comms had been disabled, or taken out, or something. He felt his panic slowly continue to rise, but he still tried to be rational. His suit had a tracker, Cisco had put one in for situations just like this one, and if the tracker no longer worked, his friends were smart, they would come for him, they would find him.
"No ones coming for you," a voice called out. It was deep, a man's probably, the voice echoed around the room, bouncing of the walls and coming back to him several times.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Barry called out, trying to make his voice sound as firm and as brave as he possibly could. The was a chuckle, a low, throaty laugh that slowly increased in volume, until it almost hurt his ears,
"Me?" the voice called out, "Me, I don't want anything from you, I just want to see you suffer, a long-drawn-out suffering that ends in your death. Barry." The speedster held in his gasp, this person knew who he was, he managed to capture him, get the meta-cuff on him, obviously he had been planning this for some time.
"Yeah, well good luck with that," Barry attempted to sass, "You're not going to get what you want from me and trust me when I say my friends will be looking for me and they will find me." His voice was menacing but it didn't seem to bother the person who was hiding in the darkness in front of him.
"What, Cisco, Harry Wells from earth two and what is it, Caitlin? Are those the people coming to save you. I doubt it," he spat, and then his laugh returned harsher and colder than it had the first time. Barry couldn't find anymore words to say, this person knew who his friends are, that probably meant he knew about Joe and Iris to. How much he knew about them all, he was unsure, but it could be anything from their names and that they are close to him, to where they live, their personal lives. He had put his friends in danger. "I'm going to leave you for a while to think," the voice started up again, "Have fun," he chuckled darkly a final time. Footsteps were heard slowly padding away, before Barry even had a chance to process, he was alone, an extreme searing pain shot up his spine, it spread to his shoulders and down his arms. His upper body was burning, screaming in agony. The pain was so incredibly overwhelming Barry couldn't move, couldn't scream, all that came from him was a couple of tears that slipped quietly town his cheeks, he didn't know what was causing the pain, but he hoped to God it would end soon.
The hero was unsure how long ago that first day occurred. He was doing his best to keep track; a tray containing stale bread and water and been given to him three times. He had been visited six times and he manged to fall asleep for a brief amount of time, four times. He wasn't sure what this all meant but he felt that must put him between three and six days of this hell. He wondered where his friends were, what they were doing, if they were alright. He felt extreme pain, for what he guessed was half an hour every few hours. Not that it really felt like that, when the pain started up it seemed to go on for a lifetime. It was slightly different every time he felt it. Sometimes only certain parts of him felt the pain, other times it had been his whole body. Twice, someone had crept up behind him, gagged and blindfolded him and then tortured him manually. He was sure he had felt a hammer to his leg and the bone snapping. He also felt lighters burning his suit, melting it to his skin, which was utter agony. These methods of torture were by far the worst, as these left lasting pain after the initial pain had stopped. He could still feel extreme pain in his leg and that was one of the first things to have been done to him. The meta-cuff around his neck meant that he didn't have his speed healing, so he had to sit there, his injuries screaming in pain, for hours, and yet all of this pain and torture did not compare to the fear Barry held for his friends. The person keeping him here knew all about them, and he couldn't warn them and keep them safe. He was worried the reason they hadn't come for him yet was because they were hurt themselves. Maybe they were locked up, being tortured somewhere as well and he couldn't do anything about it. Barry spent most of his time hoping more than anything that they were safe.