Story Notes: I've just realised that I put the warning for blood and pain in the wrong chapter. To be honest It's more implied as I didn't want to put too much blood in and freak people out. My Nightmare story has more pain in it than this chapter. I tried my best not to make this a carbon copy of that fanfic so I hope this is alright. If anyone is interested feel free to check out the Nightmare series. It's quite old. I wrote it a while ago, so It's terrible. Although a reviewer said it was one of the best stories they had ever read. This story has recently hit 1000 views and I am so happy. Thanks to everyone who has been reading this.

Chapter Summary: Tintin is tortured further now that Rastapopoulos has no one to answer to but himself. Will Tintin have the strength and will to escape? Will Haddock reach him?

Suggested Music

1. What Have You Done (Instrumental) - Within Temptation

2. My Spirit - Lacuna Coil

3. The Purge - Within Temptation

The door swung open. Rastapopoulos' closed fist slammed straight into his face. Tintin swung with the momentum of the chain, breathing heavily as he tried to absorb the blast. As he brought his head back, Rastapopoulos yanked his head to him, hard enough to pull his hair from the roots.

"I have all the time I want to push you to the brink of death. I will enjoy every moment," Rastapopoulus growled into his ear.

As he shut the door, one thought remained.

Don't give in ...

No matter what happens...

Nothing could prepare him as the click of the cigarette lighter ricocheted through the room.

"I will destroy you, piece by piece,"

As searing heat exploded into his skin, screams filled the room

1 hour later

Tintin hung almost lifeless from the chains. His lungs and throats ached from screaming so much. His screams only made Rastapopoulos more determined to break him. All fight had gone.

"So Weak.. you're nothing.." he hissed, drawing the knife down his arm in one fluid moment. Tintin grimaced, turning his head to the ceiling. The previous slashing debilitated him enough, but now he questioned if he had a chance to escape at all.

As Rastapopoulos hit him again, he rolled with the flow of the impact. The chain clicked above, drawing his attention.

The Chain...

If I could separate it from the pipe...

His mind shrugged it off momentarily.

I can't do it now...

Burn marks littered his arms and chest, twisting pain through his nerves every time he moved. As blood dripped from his mouth, he fought to prevent his eye's from watering.

He failed.

Rastapopoulus smirked, obviously viewing tears as a further sign of weakness.

Tintin stared ahead at the wall, in a bid to ignore him. It worked until Rastapopoulus wrapped his hands around a large hammer next to the door. Despite his subdued state, his heart rate pulsed even higher.

Great Snakes! No, oh god. NO!

Tintin panicked, trying to move away.

Rastapopoulus laughed, managing to grab one of Tintin's legs.

Tintin kicked out, catching him with unexpected force in the stomach. His jaw tightened as he shoved his finger into one of the stab wounds.

Tintin sucked in a breath, but couldn't hold in the shout through gritted teeth.

"That's enough of that,"

Ras swung the hammer high, aiming for bone, desiring to shatter any last attempt he would have to escape. Tintin turned his head, squeezing his eyes shut and waited.

Three knocks saved his life.

"WHAT!"

Tintin exhaled the air he held in his lungs with relief.

One of the men walked in, paying no attention to Tintin.

"This better be important or I will hit you with this hammer!" Rastapopulos yelled.

"Boss we've got a problem. Tom, wants you in the engine room,"

Rastapopoulus swung his head back to Tintin. He placed angrily towards him, withdrawing his knife. He met the brutal gaze with silent defiance, unwilling to allow him to get into his head.

Rastapopoulos pushed his face into Tintin's, slicing a line across his right hand. He didn't flinch, even as blood slipped down his fingers.

"Just in case you get any ideas. When we get to our destination, you will die in pain. The last thing you will see is my eyes, watching and waiting,"

Tintin fought to prevent a reaction. Rastapopoulus laughed and paced from the room. As the door shut, the chains rattled above him as his body swung from the momentum.

Tintin's head darted up to the pipe to find the chain bending slightly under his weight. Thankfully Rastapopoulos didn't notice, but Tintin had to fight to hide his smile.

A way out?

It's possible

Utilising the remainder of his strength he placed his feet from on the ground and braced himself.

This is going to be rather noisy.

He pulled the chain's taut, gritting his teeth as the chain slowly split at the top of the pipe.

Great snakes! Come on!

He breathed deep and tried to contain the pain.

I can't...

I can't do this!

Salty tears dripped down his face.

His fate loomed in his mind.

What will he do?

Shoot me and throw me in the harbour...

Make me bleed...

Haddock's words flooded back into his conscious mind.

You don't have to do this alone.

I'm begging you! Wait for backup

Tears mixed with the blood as something snapped.

NO!

Not today!

I won't die like this!

He pulled the chain with both hands, holding in a scream as he pushed his body to the brink, aware of the pain.

Come on!

As the chain snapped, Tintin rolled onto his stomach, narrowly missing the sharp edge of the metal as it landed on the floor beside him.

The door clicked.

Tintin sprang to his feet, latching onto a piece of metal behind the door. This time he didn't give the man a chance to do anything. Desperate he slammed the metal into his head, knocking him unconscious in moments.

As he dropped the object, he tried to retain his focus, searching for the key in his coat.

Yes!

Finally some good luck.

Freeing himself from the bonds, he shot out of the door, shutting it quietly behind him.

I'm Free!

As he moved through the length of the ship, he easily found the engine room from the collective shouts and curse words emanating from within.

"What do you mean you can't fix it?" Ras yelled.

Tintin didn't dare look inside. He didn't need to.

The clue lay under his feet.

The Franciscini was barrelling towards the coast with no hope of slowing.

We're going to crash...

Tintin sneaked away, quietly. Unwilling the rouse the wrath of Rastapopoulos. Whilst he couldn't contain his gladness that he could move, he had no plan and no intention of alerting him to his escape. Lights caught his eye through a porthole. Patras called to the ship, a lighthouse in the near distance.

At least I'll be back on dry land...

I'm still on my own...

For the first time, he decided he needed to take Haddock's advice, promising himself to call the police the moment he stepped foot on dry land.

As the ship barrelled towards Patras with little hope of stopping, Tintin formed a plan.

Not my best, I know it but I needed to finish this somehow. This isn't as good as some of my other fics. If you do like it please feel free to read, review, fav and follow. TR56