Disclaimer: Standard still applies.
A/N: I added onto the last chapter, chapter 4, so it's a bit longer. I'd read the ending if I were you. -nods- but I'm not you, and you can not read if you want. -shrugs-

Charlie could tell that he was moving. He was moving? What was he doing, exactly? Charlie almost chuckled to himself. That was the question. What was he doing? He groaned, trying to clear his mind and remember everything. He remembered one thing. 3.141592653589... Why was pi going through his head? Why couldn't he stop moving? How did he know he was moving? He was having trouble feeling his body. It was so numb with cold. Oh, Charlie knew why he was moving now that he realized that he was going numb with cold. He was shivering. Though his shivers where more like tremors. Maybe they were tremors. Charlie knew that he had already had a seizure once, that was, not including the ones that happened during ECT sessions, so maybe he was having another one. ECT sessions. That rang a bell. Something about Dr. Tirry.

Oh God, if only he weren't so cold.

The shivering, or tremors, hurt. Mostly his chest, but his wrists too. Something was on his wrists and neck. He was missing his shirt. Charlie wished his mind would clear so that he could remember what had happened. Charlie decided that it would help if he opened his eyes. It was too dark at first. But soon he saw something about a foot away from his head. A small glass of water and one slice of bread. He groaned, shivering. Remembering.

"You're finally awake."

Charlie turned his head slowly and saw Ben Tirry standing across the room. He looked at the man, then at the food, back at the man.

Tirry laughed quietly, "I don't want to starve you till you die, Charlie. I want to torture you as long as I can. That involves you eating and drinking." He smiled, "Don't you just love how cold this room can get?"

"I-I thought you said that I-I could pick the first t-torture." Charlie said, daring to stare Ben in the eyes.

Tirry nodded, "You do. I didn't make this place cold. Charles, you do realize that you are underground? In an old limestone building with rock walls and a dirt floor? Of course it gets cold at night. And it stays cold and damp. Dark too. Just like a dungeon." He smiled, "So, have you decided as to which form of the five basics you want? I'd love for you to tell me."

Charlie was silent.

"You know, if you don't tell me. I'll just pick the one that you would probably pick. Either way you'll get tortured."

Charlie remained silent.

Ben shrugged, "Alright. If I where in your place, I'd say that I'd prefer to have the most seemly non-painful torture as possible." He counted off on his fingers, "Blunt. Sharp. Fire. Cold. Loud." He grinned, "Loud. That's the one. It would seem to have no physical damage, just hearing." He nodded, "Yes. That's it. I'll be right back!"

Charlie watched as Ben smiled like a school kid and ran upstairs. Charlie was not shaking from fear and the cold. He sighed, feeling slightly proud of himself. The day before Charlie had been close to breaking, but now he was still strong. He knew that Don was coming for him. He just had to wait the torture out. He stared up at Ben as he walked into Charlie's view.

He was grinning wildly, "Being as I'm not for sure how well the soundproofing of this room worked, I decided that loud would be a little different."

Charlie's eyes widened in horror when he saw what was shining in Tirry's hands. He tried to move, he couldn't get far with the chains on him. But in his fetal attempt to back away into the darkness, he knocked over his glass of water and squished his bread.

"Now, why did you do that? You only get that a day." Ben sighed and shook his head, "I guess you will just have to wait for tomorrow slice of bread, unless you want to eat that one off the dirt ..." He grinned, "Shall we start?"

"No. No. Please, No." Charlie pleaded.

"Oh, come on Charlie! I know that at one time you had one of these in your hand, next to your temple. Ready to die."

"I don't want to die. Please, No."

Ben chuckled, "I already told you that I wasn't going to kill you!" He grinned and raised the gun.

Charlie heard six shots ring out in the damp, dark. He counted them. He stared at the smoking gun, too numb to feel pain. Too numb physically and emotionally. Charlie saw them before he could feel them. He watched as his blood flowed to the dirt floor. Then the pain shook him. He cried out. His right foot, left leg, and right shoulder had been hit.

"Hey, Not bad for my first time. I got half of the shots in on the target."

Charlie grinned painfully, "Big. Target. To. Miss."

Ben glared down at Charlie.

The grin grew, "And. I'm a. Close. Target too. You're. A. Lousy. Shot." Charlie made eyecontact with his former therapist, "Ya Bastard."

Ben walked over to Charlie and took a pencil from his pocket. He walked right up to Charlie's right shoulder and thrust the pencil in the bullet hole. "Say that again. I dare you."

Charlie bit his lip, to stop from crying out in the pain.

Ben twisted the pencil, and pushed it in harder. It was touching the bullet. "You forget who is in charge, Chuck. I own you. Body and soul." He twisted the pencil quickly, making it so that Charlie couldn't hold back his scream, "I wouldn't say such things to the one who owns you. It's unwise." He pulled the pencil out in a quick motion, and as he turned around, he stomped on Charlie's foot that had been shot. Again Charlie cried out in pain. Ben smiled as he went up the stairs into his new home.

Charlie stared out, as soon as the pencil was out he had laid down on his back, he turned his head and saw his one piece of bread soaked in his spilt water. No. It wasn't just water. The white bread was turning red. It was absorbing up some of his blood from the floor.

3/6 1/2

3.141592653589

3.141592653589 plus 1/2
3.141592653589 + 0.5 is 3.641592653589...

3.641592653589 plus the pencil plus the stomp
3.641592653589 + 1 + 1 is 5.641592653589...

5.641592653589 plus the brand
5.641592653589 + 1 is 6.641592653589...

Day 2's torture was over.
6.641592653589 + 2 is 8.641592653589...

My torture has added up to 8.641592653589 so far. Charlie watched as soon the bread was all red. Red with little dark spots from the dirt floor. He didn't want to move, but he couldn't stop himself. It was just too cold. He closed his eyes, hoping that he would sleep, or become unconscious. But he remained awake. Why? Why can't his life be normal? When was it ever "normal"? Charlie could feel his thoughts getting off subject. He needed some of his medication. Before he got worse, before he broke. What if Don never finds him while he's alive? Then he'd be with his mother. He missed her so much. He wanted to her whisper in his ear and tell him that everything was going to alright, he wanted her to hold him and tell him that she loved him. But the only way he'd ever have that again is if he died. But Charlie didn't want to die, not yet. He wanted to see Don again. He wanted to see his dad and friends. He wanted ... He wanted so much.

Blood. There was blood on his blue pencil. Ben sighed, chewing his lip thoughtfully. Mathew Charles Don. Mathew Charles had to make some appearances in town. Maybe he'd go out and eat tonight. Have a nice steak. Rare. Oh, very rare. He wanted to cut the steak and watch the blood run out and down his throat.

I rather enjoy this torturing other thing, Tirry thought to himself, Maybe after Charlie dies I should continue to torture. Maybe next time I should get a woman. He grinned, Yes, a woman. Maybe I should get Sandra Vivi, the sheriff. That would be quiet interesting. Tirry couldn't wait till he was done with the basics, then he could have some fun with the young professor.

The pencil was a problem. He had to get rid of it. If someone would come over and see it, they'd ask questions. Tirry grinned as he moved the run and opened up the hidden latch, throwing the pencil in the darkness. He glanced down at an unconscious body of his victim. Tirry shrugged as he put the rug back in place. Yeah. Steak.

Tirry smiled, thinking up the torture for tomorrow.

Charlie felt something on his face. It didn't feel right, he moved his left arm, swatting at his face as he opened his eyes. His eyes were already starting to sink in with dark circles and pain glazed on them.

Charlie tried to squirm and crawl away as fast as he could, but he didn't get very far at all. The chains didn't stop him, the pain did. He looked down at what had been on his face.

A spider. Charlie shuttered, he hated spiders. He smashed it with his left hand.

Charlie was glad that he hadn't ate his bread, he was afraid that he would have lost it by now.

The way the spider looked after it was smashed along with the pain and the smell of his blood did not sit well with his stomach. He dry heaved and then moved away from it, as far as he could. He laid down on his back, tired and in pain.

He felt something else. It wasn't a spider though, and it was touching his side. Charlie moved his head enough to look. It was a blanket. When had that been put there? Charlie slowly moved and unfolded the golden fabric. It wasn't that heavy of a blanket, just a little bit more than a sheet, but it helped keep Charlie warm.

He didn't understand Tirry. Why would Tirry give him a blanket? That just didn't make sense. He shrugged and pulled it up closer to his head. He could already see the gold getting three red spots. If he didn't stop bleeding soon he would run out of blood. Charlie sighed as he decided what to do with the blanket. He sat up, chains rattling and he started ripping the blanket into strips. He put one around his foot, leg, and shoulder, hoping to stop the bleeding. Then he wrapped his chest, hoping that would help get rid of the burning pain.

Charlie's mind raced down many paths, jumping from one to the other. He couldn't focus on anything, though his mind kept coming back to one thing.

8.641592653589 + dry heaves + spider scare
8.641592653589 + 1 + 1 is 10.641592653589...

10.641592653589 ...