Hey Michelle my dear. I'm glad you've enyoyed my stories so far but I'm not going to be able to tell you if Alanya is coming back or not. You'll have to just wait and see. LOL.

Love ya

Sheila

Chapter 32

Jack moaned and woke up. He couldn't see. Was he blind? No. He had some type of hood over his head. He felt like he was in a very small room. "Oh shit," he thought. He hated small places. He wasn't claustraphobic, but they did make him a little nervous. He also noticed how quiet it was in there. There was no noise whatsoever. It was so quiet that it actually hurt his ears.

He heard a door open and Victor jerked the hood off his head. Jack blinked trying to let his eyes adjust to the light. He looked up and began to concentrate on the cuffs, but Victor hit him hard in the face.

"You're not going to do that Jack," said Victor. Jack looked around. He was right. He was in a small stone room, not much bigger than a closet. The door was made of steel. Victor grinned as Jack looked up. His hands were cuffed wide apart, on what looked to him to be some type of pulley machine. His feet were chained wide to the floor. He knew what this was but he didn't really want to believe it.

"You've got to be kidding me," said Jack, looking at Victor. "A rack?"

"I thought you would like it," said Victor. "Let's see if it works, shall we?" He walked over to the wheel and turned the crank. The pulley's pulled his arms upward toward the ceiling. His feet were still chained to the floor. He winced as he was stretched to the point of pain, then for good measure, Victor turned it past the point of pain. He winced again, and Victor tied the rope off.

"We'll leave it there for now," said Victor and walked back over to Jack. "This room is sound proof. It also makes any sound at all amplified. Now here's what we're going to do." Victor put some type of paste on each side of Jack's head and then he attached some wires to the paste. He flipped a switch and electricity shot through Jack's head. He closed his eyes against the pain.

"What's wrong Jack? Is it beginning to hurt," asked Victor. Jack wouldn't answer. "You're really going to want to talk to me when I ask you a question." He turned the voltage up and shocked him again. Jack cried out.

"Go to hell," he said, and Victor grinned. He pressed another button and Jack heard a noise above his head. He looked up to see a large bell descending out of the ceiling and coming to rest right at his head.

"Come on," said Jack. He knew what this was too. "I'm not going to be that easy to control Victor. You're going to be disappointed."

"We'll see," said Victor. He placed the bell right over his head, with the top of his head inside. "Now, this bell is going to ring every 10 minutes. In this room it's going to be extremely loud. Each time it rings, you will be shocked." Victor walked over and turned the wheel again, stretching Jack even more. He cried out in pain. He felt like his body was going to snap in two at the waist. He put the hood back on his head and tightened the strings to make him feel like he was choking. "Let's see how much you can take, Jack," said Victor."

"You son of a bitch," said Jack nervously. Victor left and set the timer. He watched the first few times. The bell sounded, the noise deafening, and Jack cried out in pain. Then he was shocked and he screamed. He was stretched so tight, he couldn't move. Victor turned on an intercom. "See ya soon Jack. Do try to hold on to your sanity. If you can." He laughed and turned the speaker off, leaving Jack to his fate.

After 1 hour of the ringing, his head was beginning to pound. The shock making it feel like it was splitting in two.

After 4 hours, he thought he was going to loose his mind.

After 6 hours, he began to scream and beg for the noise and the shock to stop, but it just kept on and he didn't know how much more he could handle.

After 8, he was shell shocked. Victor came back inside and jerked his hood off and looked in Jack's eyes. He just stared. Victor raised his hand to touch his head and Jack screamed in fear. Victor smiled.

"Are you having fun yet."

"Please, stop," said Jack, Victor said ok, but he pulled the rack tighter, stretching Jack more. He was expecting his body to snap in two and screamed in agony as Victor tied the ropes off.

"Sleep tight Jack. See you in the morning." said Victor.

"NO! Don't leave me like this, please," but Victor replaced the hood, and tied the strings tight, and left, locking the door, leaving Jack in sereve pain and total darkness.

Victor went in and jerked Dean's hood off. He had wanted to check him before he called it a night. Dean blinked at the sudden light. "How you doing Dean," said Victor and Dean just glared. He couldn't say anything. Victor grabbed his head and checked his mouth. The glue had set hard. Dean wasn't going to be able to talk until Victor decided to let him. "When I split your lips apart Dean, it's going to hurt," said Victor laughing. "I should of thought about that earlier."

Michael came in. "I thought I told you to watch him, Michael," said Victor.

"I was only gone for a minute," he said. "Gonna shock him again?"

"No," said Victor, "My master is hungry and Sam isn't ready yet. He became the soul collector and grabbed Dean's head forcing it back. He looked at Dean's mouth and smirked. "That's one way to keep him quiet." said the spirit, and picked up a knife. Dean shook his head as the collector tried to decide where to cut him this time. Both sides of his neck had scabs over the cuts, but the collector wanted some place different.

"Chain him up Michael," he said. Dean struggled and tried to yell no, but couldn't. All he could do was make noise. The collector became Victor again. He placed the knife against Dean's throat, and he stopped struggling and went still.

"Michael's going to unchain you Dean, understand. You're going to walk over to that wall and he's going to chain you back. If you do not do what we say without any trouble, I will shoot Sam again, and I will kill your friends in the worst possible way. Jack is in severe pain now, and the others will be to, if you try anything. Do you understand me!" said Victor ominously.

Dean squeezed his eyes shut, to push the panic down, then opened them and nodded at Victor.

"I'm warning you," said Victor as Michael uncuffed his hands and feet. He pulled a gun and pointed it at Dean's head. "Move!" he said. Dean didn't have a choice. He got up and walked over to the wall. "Turn around!" Dean did as he was told, and they chained him up spread eagled, facing the wall.

"Very good. I'm going to see Sam now. It's time for another shot." Dean screamed and tugged at the chains, but it was no use. He couldn't get away. Victor laughed, and walked out, locking him inside the room.

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Dean looked back as the door opened. Victor came in and walked over to him. He was still chained, facing the wall. He had been that way for 5 hours. He was nervous about what Victor had up his sleeve this time. The large "X" on his back had scabbed over and the places where they had shot the staples in had healed. Victor touched Dean's back and he jumped.

"Glad to see your jumpy again Dean. He checked his mouth. The glue had set hard and he still couldn't talk because of it.

"This is going to fun and easy." said Victor. He laughed and simply put a clothes pin on Dean's nose causing him not to be able to breathe. He couldn't open his mouth to take a breathe so he began to suffocate. Dean panicked and began to fight, pulling and tugging at the chains to get away. He made a low grunting noise as he pleaded for his life. Right before he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, Victor took the clothes pin off and allowed him to take a breathe.

He began to gasp for breathe as Victor did that several more times, always bringing him to the point where he almost passed out and then taking it off. After about the third time Dean was breathing way to hard as he tried to keep himself from panicking further. He closed his eyes trying to regulate his breathe's when thankfully Victor threw the pin on the ground.

"See how easy it would be to kill you. All it would take is something small like that over or on your nose and you would suffocate within minutes. Remember that, Ok?" said Victor. He leaned down and whispered in Dean's ear. "I'll be back." He left and went to check on Jack.

Jack was about to loose his mind when Victor came back in to where he was. He jerked the hood off of him and looked him in the eyes. He was definitely dazed but still in there which suprised the hell out of Victor.

"I must say Jack, I'm very impressed. You're stronger than I thought you were. No wonder Alanya had a hard time controlling you. He got down in Jack's face. "It's only a matter of time."

Victor went over and cranked the pulley on the rack, stretching Jack more. Jack screamed in agony and felt like he was going to be pulled in two. He tied the ropes off and left Jack in that spot, placing the hood back on his head and tightening the strings.

"NO!" said Jack. "Please!"

"I'll check back with you later," said Victor and locked the door back to the room. He didn't replace the bell, but he increased the voltage of the wires and decreased the times that it would shock him to 5 minutes instead of 10. He left to go to his office. This would work on him, he knew. All he needed was patience. Sensory deprivation and sensory overload were strong elements that one could use to control someone's mind.

He decided he would check on both of them later. His master was getting hungry and this time he would take from Dean, and Dean would wish he let Victor suffocate him.

Tony walked over to check on Sam. He was finally beginning to stir again and looked up weakly at Tony.

"Hey, How are you?" asked Tony.

"Weaker." said Sam and Tony had to bend down to Sam's mouth just to hear him. "It hurts...Tony. Please...help...me." pleaded Sam.

"I will Sam. I'm going to get you out of here." said Tony.

"Not...without...my...brother," he said, sweating with the effort to just talk.

"We'll all get out Sam, I promise," said Tony but didn't know how. He went over to to check on Bryan who was also beginning to wake up.

"Hey," he said touching his partner. He didn't touch Sam because every time he tried he would flinch and that look would come into his eyes again.

"I feel like I've been ran over by a mack truck," said Bryan weakly. He was also in a lot of pain. "God I hurt all over."

"Are you ok, though," asked Tony.

"I think I have some broken ribs. I think that's the worse, but other than a lot of bruises and cuts, I'm ok. The broken ribs is just making it hard for me to breath. How's Sam?" asked Bryan.

"Not good. He's weaker if that's possible and he freaks everytime I try to touch him. They're killing him with that stuff they're giving him. We've got to get him out of here." Tony paced back and forth like a tiger in a cage and made a decision. He turned to Bryan, and he almost gasped out loud at the look on his face. "Tony?" he said.

"I'm going to get us out of here Bryan."

"I know," said Bryan but he didn't like the look in his partners eyes.

"No, I mean now. When Michael comes back in here, I'm getting us out of here."

Bryan looked at his partner, and heard the anger in his voice, and it scared him, because when Tony started to sound like that, he got reckless. Bryan took a deep breathe which hurt like hell because of the broken ribs.

"Tony," said Bryan, "You listen to me. You're not going to take on all these men by yourself. You'll get yourself killed. You can't win against all of them. There's to many of them for you to try to be a hero."

"Bryan..." said Tony but he cut him off.

"No. It's not going to happen, ok? We'll get out of here together, you understand me? I'm not going to let you kill yourself, and trying to take on everybody by yourself is suicide and you know it." Bryan winced and Tony went over to him again.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, but promise me you won't do anything stupid Tony. You won't be able to help anybody if you're dead." Bryan began to cough and Tony touched him on the shoulder. He could tell that Bryan was close to passing out again.

"Promise me...Tony," said Bryan weakly. Reluctantly Tony nodded and Bryan passed out.