Day 1
Despite the fact that Frank's entire body screamed at him, he kept his mouth shut. He gritted his teeth and welcomed the pain. It wasn't the first time he had to do something like this to protect the lone wolf he calls a sister. The lines that were carved and burned on his skin decorated the exposed portion of his body.
His tormentor came and went like clockwork. Occasionally he would bring food to ensure that Frank remained alive. Thank you for small mercies. Other than that, Frank only had the cold hard walls and the cold metal table as his comfort. His day soon fell into a routine.
Sleep
Wake up to being sliced open like a lab rat
Tortured
Sleep
Torture
Breakfast
Torture
Sleep
Sleep
Wake up to being burned
Torture
Sleep
Sleep
Dinner
Sleep
Torture
Sleep
The cycle was never ending. Frank endured every last bit of it. During brief moments, Frank was left alone with his thoughts. The only thought that crossed his mind was: Why the hell am I protecting her.
Vanessa abandoned him and allowed him to be tortured without mercy and now here he is doing the same thing.
She's locked up at the Avengers compound, she's not coming to save you. Save yourself, his brain pleaded as it sent a signal of pain throughout his body. It has a point.
Fran shook his head in hopes that the action would rid the thoughts from his mind. He wouldn't do that. He wouldn't betray his sister. Soon his mother and Hydra would see that he wasn't hiding anything and they would let him go.
Day 2
Despite the fact that there were no windows in his little jail, Frank stared at the wall hoping that a little crack would disclose the time of day. He torturer came and went like clockwork. His screams and shouts of innocence all but painted the walls, hell it probably even reached the empty heavens. Despite all of that, nobody seemed to believe him.
Just tell them everything you know, his brain urged. Vanessa will be fine.
Day 3
Frank's blood carpeted the floor as he groaned in pain while his torturer pressed a bag over his head, preparing him for what was to come. Seconds later, water fell on him and down every airway he had. Frank's body reacted immediately as his hands jerked and pulled on the restraints. He tried to move his head away from the liquid but it was being held in place by something. The only thing Frank could do was lay there and experience what it must feel like to drown. Slowly his body started to feel heavy as the struggling started to slow.
Just as sweet darkness was about to take over, the water stopped and Frank was forced on his side as he forcibly expelled the water from his body. Before he had a chance to finish coughing a white hot pain erupted on his back, which allowed a scream to rip from his throat.
We can't take much more of this, his brain yelled, hoping the signals it was sending was confirmation enough. As if to prove a point, Frank's body slowly started shutting down and Frank allowed the darkness to embrace him and take away the pain.
Day 4
There is no doubt that Frank was tired. His body was bruised and sliced beyond recognition. Frank woke up to a new feeling. One that he didn't expect. Normally he would be woken up by his torturer shaking him wake so he could eat. Not today. Today Frank woke to someone caressing his hair and...humming.
Frank opened his eyes and they immediately fell on the only occupant in the room. His mother.
Alice Foster.
She stared down at her son with her chocolate brown eyes. The only problem is, when Frank stared into them, he didn't see the loving mother that used to tuck him into bed when he was a child. He saw a woman staring at him with cold emotionless eyes. Once she saw that his eyes were opened and on her, the gentle hand that ran through his hair stopped. Her hand dropped and she just stared at him.
"M..M.."
"Shhh," she silenced as she took in his entire body. Every cut and bruise. Shaking her head, she looked him back in the eyes. "Your resolve has grown since the last time you went through this. Impressive."
Frank swallowed as he waited for his mother to say the magic words she said years ago when they were in this situation years ago. You're free. Alice tilted her head to the side before she opened her mouth. "Tell me what you know."
Frank's eyes fell into the realm of confusion. Before he could say anything, Alice continued, "I know you know more than you are letting on."
"I..I'm not doing wh..what they accuse me of," Frank announced as he strained to make his voice firm. Alice released a sigh before she turned her back. When she turned around, a torch was in her hands. Frank's eyes widened as he realized she was not here to let him go.
Flames flew from the blowtorch as she brought it closer to his face. Heat seared his skin as he screamed in fear. Alice let the heat and flames glide along her son's face for a minute before she stopped and blew out the lasting flame.
This continued for forty-five minutes before Frank broke. No longer were the walls painted with screams of pain but with wails of the truth and information. Once satisfied that her son knew nothing more, Alice set down the blowtorch and exited the room without another word. Once outside the room, she looked at him. The man she hired to torture her son.
"Kill him. He's too weak just like his father. Oh take him back to the Avengers Compound and leave them a little message."
The man nodded and entered the little room that served as a torture chamber for the last four days. Alice stood outside and listened as her youngest, her one and only son screamed before silence greeted her. The man came back out and stared at her as if he didn't expect her to still be there. "Ma'am?
"Bring me Spiderman."
