Paul had evil in his eyes and Clay knew whatever he planned wasn't going to be fun, but he had to stay strong for Stella. He walked over to a table covered by a blanket. He removed the blanket unveiling multiple tools that were meant to do harm. Knives of multiple shapes and sizes, metal bars of different thicknesses and lengths, tasers. Paul slowly slid his hand over a few of the items on the table before deciding on his first weapon of choice. He settled with the taser.

He then walked over to Clay and without saying a word tased him on his side. Clay winced and wiggled trying to get away from it, groaning through the tape still covering his mouth. Once Paul stopped, Clay relaxed and try to catch his breath, knowing another one was coming soon.

He could hear Stella in the background begging Paul to stop. He almost had his breathing back under control when he felt the taser hit his body again. This time it lasted a few seconds longer than the first but it felt like it was never ending. When it did end Clay had a harder time catching his breath.

Paul removed the tape covering Clay's mouth. "Can't have you passing out on me just yet. We're just getting started. Catch your breath."

Clay wanted to speak. To tell Paul and Mike to go fuck themselves and Stella that he'd be fine but he couldn't. His head was killing him, vision still slightly blurry, muscles aching and it hurt like hell trying to regain control of his breathing. Paul walked over to the table to put the taser down and grab his next weapon. With Paul no longer in the way, Mike walked over to Clay and smirked at him. "I told her I was going to kill you if you didn't back off my girl."

"I'm not your fucking girl." Stella chimed in, causing glares to be sent her way from both Paul and Mike. Clay smiled at her response.

Mike looked back over at Clay and saw his smile. "What the hell are you smiling at?" Before Clay could respond Mike's fist made contact with his stomach. Hard.

"Fuck you" Clay whispered.

Mike responded by throwing another fist, connecting with Clay's jaw and breaking it and then walking away to let Paul continue doing his dirty work.

Paul returned with a long, thin metal bar. He looked up at Clay, locking eye contact, taking note of the blood Clay spit out of his mouth, which landed on Paul's shoes. He then grabbed the bar with both hands and hit Clay hard on the left side.

It hurt like hell, definitely breaking a few ribs on contact, but he controlled his scream for Stella's sake.

The lack of reaction infuriated Paul. He swung at clay again, this time making contact with his right ankle. Clay stuck by his guns and didn't make more than grunting noise. Paul slowly walked circles around Clay, checking out the bruises that covered his body from the wall collapse.

"Those are some pretty serious bruises you got there, they must be feeling prettttttty good right about now." Paul teased. On his second circle around Clay he stopped when he got behind him. He lifted the bar up again and nailed him square in the back, and then again almost instantly right on the worst bruise he could find which was on his right shoulder blade. This time Clay screamed in pain.

The pressure on his shoulders became almost unbearable now. He felt the weight of his entire body as he hung by his wrists from the ceiling.

Stella continued begging them to stop as she tried to hold back tears, which just wasn't happening. She had tried to turn away or close her eyes but Mike wouldn't allow it. He knew watching Clay suffer was hurting Stella more than any physical injury would. He forced her to continue watching.

Satisfied that he had finally gotten a reaction out of Clay, he walked back over to his table. He put the bar back from where he had gotten it from and grabbed a knife with an 8 inch blade with a saw back.

Clay barely lifted his head as Paul walked back over, too busy concentrating on his breathing, and trying not to move as every movement sent waves of pain throughout his body. Paul put a finger under Clay's chin and lifted his head up, forcing eye contact.

"You ain't dying on me yet are you?" He asked. "Cause we still have one more round to go."

Clay watched as Paul played with the knife in his hands. He then lifted it up and sliced through the rope that was holding Clay up. Clay was unable to bare any weight causing him to fall flat to the ground.

"Get up." Paul demanded. Standing over Clay.

Clay tried as hard as he could, but he could barely move let alone stand. Paul kicked him hard in the side causing Clay to roll over.

"You know for a SEAL I thought you would have had more fight in you. You should be ashamed." Paul said grabbing Clay and forcing him up against a wall. He tried as hard as he could to hold his weight on his left leg, unable to put any pressure on his right ankle.

Clay looked at Paul with a cocky smile, trying to hide the pain and fear that he was really feeling. The smile pissed Paul off, ultimately leading him to dig the knife into Clay's stomach.

Clay's smile quickly disappeared as he felt the knife enter his body. His eyes got wide. He felt Paul twist the knife before slowly pulling it out, feeling every tooth of the saw edged blade as it exited his body and he fell to the ground. He heard Stella start crying hysterically and screaming "NO!" trying desperately to free herself from the chair she was confined to, to go run over to him. Heard Mike laughing and clapping his hands. Felt Paul step over him and then kneel down, with one knee on either side of Clay.

As Clay laid there on the ground he became more and more light headed as he lost more and more blood. He could still hear Stella crying. He heard other voices but they became muffled in his head as he fought to stay conscious.

The next thing Clay felt was the knife enter his body again, this time in the chest. Almost immediately after he heard a whole lot of commotion.

Bravo team along with the local police stormed the abandoned warehouse. Jason and the team had been able to track down the whereabouts of Mike's phone and informed the police that were working the case, considering they technically shouldn't have been working the case in the first place. Due to their training level and knowledge of raids, the police had agreed to let them join in on raid as long as they were unarmed and stayed out of the way.

As soon as they entered the room, they immediately noticed Stella crying hysterical and tied to chair. The next thing they noticed was Clay laying on the ground in a pool of blood with a knife sticking out of his chest and Paul sitting over top of him. Before Paul could even react one of the officers put a bullet straight through his head.

Jason and Sonny ran right over to Clay while the rest of the team freed Stella from the chair and ran to be by Clay's side.

The officers easily got a hold of Mike and instantly arrested him. Once the scene was secure the cops radioed that it was safe for the paramedics to enter.

Jason was sitting on the ground with Clay between his legs, his head resting on the inside of his leg. Sonny desperately tried to control the bleeding as much as he could until the paramedics could reach them and Stella sat at his side talking to him and non-stop apologizing.

"Come on kid! Don't do this! Stay with us!" Jason said lightly tapping Clay on the cheek, keeping his eyes open as he noticed him trying to close them.

"Where the fuck are those God damn Medics!?" Sonny said desperately.

Almost as if on que the medics rushed in and immediately got to work.