Pierce was thrown into another cell down the hall, identical to the last. The man threw him to the ground and laughed at his terrified look.
"Did you really think I was going to let you rest? That I'd leave you with a friend, for him to fix you up and make you feel better? That I would take orders from scum like you or him? WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" The man bellowed, raising a fist. Pierce flinched heavily and whimpered.
"Pathetic."
The man lifted a bat from beside the door.
"No booze. It may be fun to have you confused and afraid, but right now, I want to see you in agony."
BJ could hear the screams for hours.
By the end, Hawkeye couldn't move. He was splayed in the middle of the room, lying in a pool of blood. So many bones had been broken that he was constantly in tears just from trying to breathe. He had new lashes and the man had taken to a knife. The bat had been his favorite thought. He always came back to it. He loved a good beating.
Hawkeye wasn't sure if he'd gone or not. It turned out he hadn't when he knelt beside him, grabbing his broken jaw and forcing his glazed eyes to focus on him.
"This is your fault. You should never have fallen for it. Now, you'll probably die here. Any last words, doc?"
Pierce just wheezed.
"Not very talkative." The man put his hands beneath him and flipped the broken man over onto his back, which earned a gargled cry. He straddled the man's shuddering chest and decisively placed a hand on his neck, ready to strangle with pressure applied. It made Pierce crazy, but he could only whimper brokenly.
"This is your last chance. I am leaving you here to die. If you do, saves me the effort of having your buddy keep you alive. If you live, maybe I'll keep you. What a fine pet you make," The man cooed as he stroked Hawkeye's obsidian hair, "all broken-in and docile like this. I should shatter you more often." With that and a smirk, he got up and left, taking the weapons - "tools" - with him.