Warning: More torture!

Chapter 11

Jerking awake at the sharp pain in his side, Robin's eyes pop open to see Holdsworth sliding a knife into his left side. Gasping, Robin feels a tear of pain slither from his eyes and down his cheek.

"I see that you are awake now," says Holdsworth, before slipping the knife out of Robin.

Breathing deeply as the knife leaves his body, Robin watches as Holdsworth holds the blade loosely in his hands.

"I felt it was time to try something new," says the killer, holding the knife up for Robin's inspection.

Raising the blade to Robin's stomach, the boy tenses as he waits for the cold steel to cut him.

"I won't go in too far," says Holdsworth, conversationally. "I wouldn't want things to end before they begin."

Drawing the knife across Robin's abdomen, a thin line of blood begins to flow down Robin's body. Though the wound hurts, it is nothing compared to the torture of the whip. Breathing in and out, Robin endures the torment.

Reaching the end of the prisoner's stomach, Holdsworth draws the weapon away from Robin's body. Raising the blade to his mouth, Holdsworth begins to lick the blade clean. Disgusted by the criminal, Robin closes his eyes.

"I want you to watch me," says Holdsworth.

Shaking his head, Robin keeps his eyes firmly shut.

"I said I want you to watch me," repeats the criminal killer.

"No," replies Robin, without opening his eyes.

Angry at the boy's refusal, Holdsworth begins to lose his temper. Deciding to teach the boy a lesson in obedience, the killer drives the knife into Robin's right thigh. Crying out, Robin's eyes jerk open.

"That is better," says Holdsworth, as he draws the blade from the bleeding wound.

Again raising the blade to his mouth, Holdsworth cleans the knife with his tongue while watching his prisoner. Satisfied with the cleanliness of the weapon, he lowers the blade from his mouth.

"Many ancient tribes believed that drinking the blood of their enemies gave them power," says Holdsworth, while holding the knife loosely at his side.

Not knowing what to say to that, Robin says nothing and waits. Smiling at the boy's silence, Holdsworth lowers his face to the leg wound. Realizing what the man intends to do, Robin attempts to jerk his leg away but can't.

Plastering his mouth around the wound, Holdsworth draws on it. Feeling the sucking pressure of the man, Robin continues to try to jerk his leg away.

"Stop!" cries Robin, wanting it to end.

Lifting his mouth from the wound, Robin sees a circle of blood around the older man's mouth, his blood. Disgusted by the actions of the man before him, Robin feels himself lose control of his stomach. Vomit spews from his mouth to fall on the floor.

Stepping away from the mess, Holdsworth says nothing. Smiling, he walks away from his tortured victim.