A/N: I dunno how I feel about this chapter. But shoot me a review and tell me how you feel about it.

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Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you " — here I opened wide the door; —
Darkness there and nothing more.

The coffin was full of water, and it appeared several feet from both Chase and Reid. Reid was knelt on the ground beside the wall, and Chase had just physically tied his arms behind his back. Sure the kid had struggled, but Chase liked it when they struggled. Chase had torn Reid's clothes off of him and it unnerved the kid how his hands roamed. Chase knew that he wasn't going to violate Reid, because Tyler had been enough. But it didn't mean that he couldn't touch or feel the kid; he liked how Reid shivered everytime his hands grazed across his bare back.

"Would you like to know what we're about to do?" Chase asked him cheerfully, as he stepped back from the boy. Reid stumbled to his feet, lifting a heated gaze at Chase. Reid's only tactic with Chase had been silence, and since Chase's proposal he hadn't said a word; Chase must admit, he liked it better when they talked; but he must have gotten the raw end of the deal, because neither Tyler nor Reid talked. And Pogue too had grown silent after he'd realized that threats were useless. "It's a water cure," Chase continued. "They used to use it to control prisoners back when prisons first appeared." He then gestured toward the coffin. "Get in." Reid didn't move, but his his eyes had traveld from Chase's face to the coffin. "Don't be scared. It won't kill you." Reid's eyes returned to Chase's smiling features, his frown darkening. "Here, let me help you," Chase sighed.

He gripped Reid's upper arm tightly and jerked him forward. Reid drew back but Chase kept walking, dragging him with him. "Get in," Chase ordered, but even as he said it, he knew that Reid wasn't going to obey. Reid would never obey a direct order. He never listened to Caleb, and Caleb was looking out for him. How could he ever help Chase torture him? Chase shook his head and Reid disappeared, reappearing in the coffin. Reid jumped at his reappearance; and at the water that surrounded him. It was deep enough to drown him in; deep enough to summerge his entire head, forcing Reid to lift his head out of it. Chase appeared beside him, kneeling down beside the coffin. "Would you like to know how this works?" he asked. His voice was soft, gentle.

When Reid didn't answer. Chase placed a deliberate hand on his wet chest, and pushed it hard, forcing his head under. Reid was a swimmer, and he knew how to still his body, how to reserve his oxygen and stay under water for two minutes. But he wasn't thinking like a swimmer, he was thinking like a terrified teenager and he struggled like one. Wiggling violently beneath Chase's hand, but it was only when his struggles had slowly weakened that Chase pulled his head up by buring a hand in his hair. Reid sucked in air hungrily, choking and gasping in unison. His eyes were sharper when they were wet, blood shot and wide. "This is how it's going to go. I'm going to talk to you. And you will answer me. Or you will drown. How does that sound?" Reid didn't answer, his raspy breathing echoing around the empty room. "How does that sound?"

"Sadistic," Reid rasped. His voice was faint, weak; it definitely hadn't came from Reid Garwin because it didn't resemble his cocky, self-assured tone, in the least.

"Thank you," Chase murmured. "Now, would you like to hear what I have planned for you? For us." Chase waited but the boy before him remained silent. Reid's hands were pale, shaking, as they gripped the edge of the coffin. His arms shook as he strained to keep his torso out of the water. Chase shook his head, sighing dramatically but summerging Reid once more, pushing hard enough on his chest to leave a bruise. Reid struggled more violently the second time, but Chase waited patiently, until his convulses had almost ceased before pulling him back up. Reid spluttered, spitting up water; his face turning red as he coughed violently. Chase waited patiently until Reid's coughing died out. "Would you like to --"

"No," Reid interrupted, his voice hoarse. "I don't want to fucking --"

"You do not interrupt me," Chase snapped. "And I don't care what you want. Obviously. So I intend to share my diabolical plans with you, much as they do in the movies. I plan on being a very classical villain."

"You gonna die like they do in the movies?" Reid asked. He winced as Chase's hand tightened in his hair.

"I am going to almost drown you several more times," Chase told him conversationally. "And then the trials of your crucifixion will begin. We'll begin with scourging. Which means I get to beat you into oblivion. And then I'll nail you to a cross and hang you outside. Nobody will see you, but it'll still be fun. And I'll leave you there, as you find it harder and harder to breath, because you're lungs can't take in enough oxygen. You will die a slow death that will last many days. You will be in shock, due to the scourging, but it'll still be fun."

Reid screwed up his face in a frown. He was really going to die. Caleb wasn't going to come to him, just as he hadn't saved Tyler. As Tyler had been molested by this man, hoping in the back of his mind that his best friend would somehow appear. Reid's eyes bled black but Chase quickly submerged his head before he could do anything sufficient with the power coursing through his veins. Chase liked the feeling of Reid, this supposed bad boy, writhing beneath his fingers, his body convulsing involuntarily as his body filled with carbon dioxide, screaming desperately for more oxygen; to be cleansed. Reid didn't struggle. He opened his mouth, half gasping, half deliberately, and his silent scream was chased away by rushing water.

Chase shook his head and pulled Reid out of the water, dropping him onto the cold ground beneath them. Reid's eyes had gratefully slid closed and he had thrown himself at death, but Chase wasn't about to give him that satisfaction. He knelt beside the boy, and plugged his nose. He opened his mouth and breathed for him, stopping momentarily to pump on his chest. Yes, he could have used magic, but Chase preferred to reserve the Power for times of torture. Reid arched his back as he coughed up water. His back returned to the cold ground as he coughed violently, writhing beneath Chase's overbearing figure.

"If you wanted a little mouth to mouth," Chase commented when Reid had grown quiet. "All you had to do was ask." His hand found Reid's cheek and a smile found his lips as Reid fliched away from him.

"Don't fucking touch me," Reid breathed.

"But I like touching you," Chase smirked, running a gentle hand up Reid's ribs. Reid's breathing was heavy, his chest heaving with the struggle and glistening with water, his drenched hair falling away from Reid's face in a way that made Chase want to touch it. "Don't try that again," Chase told him quietly. His voice was soft but firm, and even Reid could hear the threat behind it. "Only I get to say when you die." Chase buried a hand in Reid's hair, holding the boy in place even has he tried to flinch away. A second hand captured Reid's elusive chin before Chase lent forward and pressed his lips against Reid's.

Reid jerked beneath Chase, but Chase ignored it, his hand tighteneing in his hair. He slipped his tongue past Reid's teeth, and explored the cavern beyond, unconsciously pulling on Reid's hair, forcing him to tilt his head back in a way that provided Chase with better access. He felt the body shift beneath his. Reid was a whore. He enjoyed pleasure, frequently and hadn't ever been ashamed of it before. But the deeper Chase made the kiss, the more he realized that he actually liked it.

He jerked his head to the side, wrenching his mouth away from Chase's, gritting his teeth as he pulled against the hand buried in his hair. "Just kill me," he whispered darkly.

"But I like touching you," Chase repeated, stroking Reid's stomach. "I think I'd like just a little more fun before I kill you. Wouldn't you?"

"No."

Chase shrugged, sitting back on his heels, staring down at Reid with an expression that he couldn't read. "Alright then," Chase replied sourly. "We'll just skip right to the scourging." He rose to his feet and stood hovering over Reid for a minute. "Get up."

The younger boy rolled onto his side and shoved himself onto his hands and knees as Chase took a step back, watching him struggle to rise. He stumbled to his feet a second time, glaring in the general direction of the patient fifth son of Ipswich. Chase stared at him for a moment with pupiless eyes, and then he moved. He gripped Reid hard enough to bruise and swung him back until hit hit a wall. Shackles grew out of the wall but Reid hadn't noticed; not until Chase spun him around and shoved his chest against the wall. His arms, moving of their accord found the shackles and the shackles embraced them tightly.

Reid didn't even stress the chains as he leaned his head heavily against the wall. A smirk returned to Chase's dark features as he stepped from the boy. Maybe Reid Garwin wasn't as hard to break as he thought he would be. Maybe he was already broken from the start and all Chase had been doing was smashing the pieces. Shattering them until not even dust remained. "So," Chase began, pacing back and forth behind Reid. "I've been watching you," he admitted nonchalantly. "I've noticed some things about you that I believe that both you and the Covenant refuses to acknowledge. And that's why I'm crucifying you."

"That's logical," Reid muttered, his cheek leaning against the cold wall before him.

Chase ignored him. "You use more than anybody else," he continued. "That goes without saying. You are addicted and if it hadn't been for Tyler's sudden...misfortune, you'd have Used recently. I'm proud of you, Garwin. You haven't Used in what...a week? And because of this you are severely weakened. I know you've noticed, the struggle it is just to care about the world around you. To move around -- just walking. To care about anything other than that body laying in that bed -- that you indirectly put there. I know you can feel it, itching inside of you like you need some sort of fix. Ascension will be your death. You will overdose." Chase paused but Reid didn't comment. "I believe that you also fear the Power far more than anybody else." The blonde snorted. "Seems implausible, right? Especially with Caleb's tyranny over everyone else. But I think that you fear what would happen should you, and you will, expose yourself. You don't want to experience what the Covenant did back in the day. And therefore I am going to impose their tortures upon you. Burning and drowning and stoning a person to death is far too quick a torturing device. I intend to kick it old school, and that is why we will begin with scourging."

Chase held his hand out to the side, and a whip began to materialize. The whip had nine tails, at each end was a metal tip. As soon as the whip was solid he swung it forward and buried the nine tails across Reid's back, a few wound around his frame and impaled themselves along his ribs. Reid yelped, gripping the shackles around his wrists tightly in a means to lessen the agony but it didn't work. Chase's grin darkened as he jerked the whip back, dragging the tails from Reid's skin, along with bits of the boy's flesh. Reid's sudden wounds rapidly filled with blood that pooled over the deep gashes and down his back, dying his pale skin crimson. "Don't-"

Chase swung forward again and cut Reid's sentence off at the stem, emitting a loud shout from the boy. Reid's head snapped forward, hitting the wall hard and blurring his vision. The metal dug into his back, burying itself within his skin and effectively severing that skin when Chase pulled it back. "The Jews used to have a law that claimed you could only give a man forty hits across the back," Chase said coversationally, the whip's tails falling still, drops of blood staining the ground. "They even had doctors on sight to make sure the condemned didn't die; not just yet. Pathetic mortals," Chase spat. "Don't worry, Reid, you won't die; not just yet." He swung forward again, receiving another yelp of pain. "I think I like your scream the best," he announced, jerking the whip back.