WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME GRAPHIC VIOLENCE! please dont read if you cant handle it!
Chapter 11
I was walking slowly to David's office. It was my second time making a payment. I was a bit shaky still thinking about the pain I had had to deal with two days after the payment and the cruelty David had shown me. I knocked on the door and David opened it. I handed him the money. He ushered me inside and I went in and sat on the hard metal chair in front of his desk. Then he barked sharply
"GET UP, DUO!" Needless to say this scared me out of my wits and I hastened to oblige. He walked up behind me and I turned only to have a sharp reprimand, "Face the front and do not turn until I tell you to do so." He grabbed my arm and wrenched it up behind my back and I cried out. He held me in that lock forcing me onto my tip-toes while he whispered in my ear in a soft chilling voice.
"I did not give you permission to do such things as sitting and turning. Do only what I tell you or you will feel pain." He wrenched my arm higher up and there was a sickening cracking noise. I shouted in pain and felt a pressure behind my eyes. Don't cry Duo, boys don't cry. He hit a pressure point behind my knee and I fell to my knees. I nursed my broken arm.
"Don't touch your arm Duo." He said this calmly and without a hint of anger but his eyes held a warning. I stopped. "Stand up." I did. "Not quick enough of a response." He said coldly making me shiver. He grabbed my broken arm roughly causing me to gasp in pain and held it straight out. He looked me right in the eyes, "Do as I say and don't think, the faster you react the better. The less pain. You make me happy when you do as I say. If I am happy you won't feel pain. Cross me and I'll make you wish you weren't born." He grabbed the wrist of my broken arm and twisted it at an odd angle until there was another cracking sound. White hot fire raced up my arm. I screamed. I felt the pressure behind my eyes again. Boys don't cry.
"Are you understanding what I am saying?" He asked in a menacing voice. I nodded slowly. "Answer out loud!" He barked.
"Yes!" I shouted fear rising again.
"That would be, 'yes sir'." He said in a tone that showed he was enjoying this. He bent my thumb back and there was a popping noise. He broke my thumb. I cried, tears running down my cheeks. I looked up at his face. He was smiling.
"Kneel." He spat. I knelt, praying it was fast enough. It must have been because he made no move to hurt me. "Stand." I did. "Face my desk put both your hands face down on it." I did as he instructed. My broken arm shaking and a dull sense of pain running through me. He pulled out a knife. I stared. Please don't let him hurt me with that please!
My short prayer to God did not help. He held the knife over my broken hand and then looked me straight in the eye. I was sure that my fear was written all over my face.
"Do you fear me?" He asked gently. I nodded. "Answer out loud!" He shouted and slashed the knife across the top off my hand making a diagonal line. I bit my lip to not shout out in pain. He asked me the question again. "Do you fear me?" I did not hesitate to answer this time.
"Yes..." I hastily added, "Sir." At the end remembering that he had broken my thumb for it.
"Close, but I can tell you almost forgot, can't have that can we?" He slashed another line diagonal to the first creating an 'X'. I bit my lip harder and tasted blood. I did not cry out. "Don't try to play strong in front of me, I know you for what you are." Blood was making a pool around my hand from the deep slashes. He lifted my hand and made two more jagged lines on my palm creating another 'X'. I cried out.
"That's better." He let go of my hand and on reflex I pulled it back towards me. "I gave you no permission to move your hand from the desk!" He yelled. I put my hand back on the desk, knowing it was not quick enough. He moved behind me with a speed I did not expect from him, he kicked my legs out from under me and I fell flat on my back. It hurt. I made a move to sit up and then the knife point was against my throat.
"You are slow to react, you will learn, yes?" He nicked my neck drawing blood. I would have answered him but the knife was against my wind pipe and I would have pushed into it if I spoke. David did not seem to realize this. Either that or he didn't care. I personally guessed it to be the latter.
"Answer when spoken to." He said moving the knife away from my throat and cutting two sharp slashes into my forearms. Then he stood up and moved to go do something outside my vision. I did not move. Everything was fading into darkness. The loss of blood was making me dizzy. I barely realized when David knelt next to my head again. "As I said, I know you for what you are, a person that no one in the world cares about, that's why you're here, no one cares about you." I blacked out.
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