Disclaimer: Same old...CSI doesn't belong to me in any way
Summary: I'm still being evil and torturing Warrick.
A/N: Thank-you for all the reviews. It keeps me inspired. Crystalwitch: Thanks for pointing my error out. Also, I do feel guilty for torturing Warrick like that..
Chapter 5: Torment
The humming of the engine woke Warrick up. He felt extremely drowsy. Not surprising really, considering what his body had been through the last couple of days. He tried to swallow but his mouth was dry. He'd been gagged. 'To stop me making a noise if I woke up?' he pondered. His hands were still bound behind his back, but no longer with rope. The vehicle went over a series of bumps in the road. 'Like I haven't got a big enough headache as it is.' The vehicle came to an abrupt halt and the ignition cut out. Warrick heard the front door close, and then the click of a key turning in the lock of the back door. The door opened and Tyrone stepped into the back of the van.
"Oi you get up and do as I say." He grabbed Warrick by the collar of his shirt, dragging him and throwing out of the van. Warrick landed painfully on the ground. 'O yeah. It would be nice to lie here for a while.' He felt a pair of hands grab him round the back of his neck again, almost pulling him to their destination. The other man who was with them walked ahead. As of yet, Warrick hadn't managed to catch a glimpse of his face. They were approaching what looked like an abandoned house. He didn't think it was abandoned,more likely that it had been deprived of some tender love and care. They entered it, where he was immediately bundled into a blacked out room. In the centre sat a single, wooden chair.
"Sit," Tyrone growled. He then turned to his accomplice. "Go get the stuff ready." He reached into his pocket and pulled out some cuffs, locking Warrick's right arm to the back of the chair. Tyrone made his way to the door and shouted up the stairs. "Hurry up with that will ya." He also removed the gag from his mouth.
"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying," came the voice from above. "It'll be about five minutes."
Warrick spoke, slowly and quietly. He was in pain and knew he needed medical attention. "What are you going to achieve by doing this huh?"
"Well, other then the freedom of my brother? I don't know. I want your friends to suffer like I have. I want you to suffer like he has."
"You know they'll find me don't you? None of this will make a difference." Warrick wasn't sure how convincing he sounded. Part of him wasn't sure whether he even believed it. Even if he was found, it didn't necessarily mean alive. But it was something to hold on for.
Tyrone turned to face him, but didn't respond. He lent against the wall, staring at Warrick. A few minutes passed. The silence was broken by heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. The other man walked in the room,carrying a large metal container by the handle. Wrapped around the handle was a thick piece of cloth, and Warrick noticed large metal rods poking out of the top. He sat it down next to Tyrone.
"Here you go." This man was shorter than Tyrone and had a mop of dirty blond hair.
"Good." responded Tyrone, still not taking his eyes off of Warrick. He spoke again, this time to Warrick. "Let's see, we've done sharp and blunt, now we're going to do hot. I haven't really had any screams of agony from you. I'm disappointed. I want to hear you scream." He pulled out a small tape recorder from his pocket. "Oh, don't worry about this. It's just to record those screams." He laughed and hit the record button.
"You'll never he.." Warrick began but was cut off.
"Never say never Warrick." He lifted a metal rod from the bucket. It was glowing red. He walked over to Warrick, ripping apart the remainder of his shirt. "Never...say..never," he screamed as he forced the rod onto Warrick's chest, the smell of burning flesh filling the room. Warrick couldn't help but yell.
Ok..I know I'm evil This scene is of relevance. Sorry it's short. I'll update soon.
