Thank you all for the reviews and I hope you like this chapter.
Warnings: Torturing, really. And some bad words. Try to look out for something very important that Roy thinks. And try to guess what it means. Enjoy~
When Jason awoke, he noticed three very important things. He was on a very stiff, maybe metallic chair. His hands were bound behind his back, the rope chaffing his wrists, and there was the taste of blood in his mouth. He groaned, the knockout gas still having effect on him, and tried to look around the room. He heard a groan from his right, but everything was dark, which meant he really couldn't see where he was.
"What happened?" He heard from the person on his right, who sounded a lot like Roy.
But, before he could answer, the lights flashed on, making Jason close his eyes and hiss. When his eyes allowed him, he looked up, to see a sharply dressed man standing in front of a kind of door, a cold smirk on his face. He was young, no more than thirty four, with hair that was spiked up like that gay, sparkly vampire*. He was tan, with a gold chain drapped on his neck.
"And the sleeping beauties are awake." He said, leaving his post and strutting over to Jason.
He glared at him, but didn't do anything else. He didn't even look at the person next to him, to not let the bastard that was in front of him to think that he actually cared about the kids. If they found out, they were as good as dead.
"Ahh, not much of a talker, huh?" The man asked, now standing in front of Jason.
He crouched to be on eye-level and grabbed Jason's chin to make him look at him. He was smiling coldly, eyes narrowed, inspecting Jason. He smiled, a gold tooth showing, then let go and walked over to the person next to him. "Azrael and Archer, huh?" He asked, getting up from examining Roy.
Neither boy answered him, just deciding to glare at him. His smile dropped at the silence, but it quickly returned when he thought of what he was going to do to torture them. "You really have caused a really big problem ever since you killed Ivan." He told them, walking to the right corner of the room, where a desk was placed. "I never liked the dummy too much, but he brought money." He said, opening one of the drawers and taking out a carving knife.
Roy's eyes widened at the tool, but Jason's only narrowed. Once you've been beaten within an inch of death, then died because of an explosion, knives just don't have the same effect they used to.
"Oh, and my name is Alexander Donovich, just so you have a name to yell when the pain becomes too intense." He said, turning to them with a sick smirk.
Jason rolled his eyes, but Roy interrupted him, "Even if you beat us to death, we will never talk." He said, glaring at him with pure hate in his blue eyes.
Alexander chuckled, shaking his head, then said, "Oh, but that's where you are wrong, Little Archer."
Roy was getting really annoyed with these nicknames of him being little. He was eighteen for Pete's sake! "Where is it that he is wrong?" Jason asked, noticing the cloud of anger Roy was building up.
"I don't resort to hurting people like you physically." He sneered, making Roy stop his inner rant. Now he was worried. "I like to break them down mentally." He explained, looking at the blade, then at both boys. "It's a more effective way of getting what I need." He said
Jason glared at him, but didn't say anything else. Roy followed in his lead and kept quiet, trying to get himself ready mentally for whatever he had planned. Alexander frowned at them, then called outside, "Bring her in!" and smiled back at them with a sickly sweet smile.
Yelling and cursing was heard as the door opened, two men walking in with a girl struggling in their arms. Her hands were bound behind her back, a bag covering her head, and she was wearing something that looked a lot like Dany's own clothing. Jason had a sinking feeling in his stomach. She jumped and tried to get out of their grasps, but a man just punched her in the stomach, making her gasp in pain, then ended up being knelt in front of Alexander, trying to regain her breath.
He smiled down at her, then motioned the men to leave. They walked towards the door, then walked out, but Jason knew their post was in front of the door. Alexander looked at both boys before removing the bag, then smiled wickedly when emerald green eyes glared up at him. He crouched next to him, then slid his free hand behind her neck, making her shiver with disgust.
"So you are the famous Carmen Siegel?" He asked, his knife wielding hand behind his back.
She glared up at him, "Go fuck yourself." She spit out, not wanting to show him any sign of weakness.
He smiled at her, then showed her the knife. "Oh, little Carmen. You have no idea who you're dealing with." He told her, then slowly cut the jacket, pushing it as back as it would go on her arms. He smiled seeing her skin, then moved the knife to her left arm, a little above the elbow. "Now, tell your guards to tell me where my money is, or I'll carve you like a Thanksgiving turkey."
She didn't even budge. "Well, I told you to go fuck yourself, but you didn't follow my instructions, which means I won't follow yours."
He sneered at her, then cut a line on her arm. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth in pain, but didn't do anything else. After he finished with that cut, he positioned the knife a little higher and cut her there. Jason and Roy watched in horror as he cut her arm and she took it without a single sound. Once he had reached the sleeve of her shoulder, having already made seven cuts of different lengths, he smiled coldly at her.
"Will you talk now?" He asked, turning to the two boys.
They didn't answer, they didn't need to, because Dany answered for them. "They never will."
He glared at them, blue eyes turning deadly, then turned to Dany with his face stony. Without any warning he slapped her with his left hand, smiling in pleasure when her head snapped to the right from the blow. "Did I ask you?" He asked, voice sickly sweet as he smiled down at her.
She only panted, her head still facing the right to not see his face. He smiled at her reaction, then moved the knife to her right arm. "Will they tell me?" He asked, moving his face so she could see him. Dany only glared and kept her mouth shut. No way was she going to let this bastard get anything out of her or the boys.
He shrugged half-heartedly at her silence, smiled, and brought the knife to cut her arms again. "Your friend is an archer, right?" He asked, making a vertical line down from her shoulder to almost reaching the elbow. "Now you'll always have him with you." He said, making a kind of arrowhead on her shoulder, uniting it with the line. Then, at the bottom of the line, he cut the feather most arrows have, and smiled down at his bloody masterpiece.
Dany was biting her lip so hard that she drew blood, which wasn't really smart of her. If she wasn't able to bandage the cuts Alexander had given to her, she would be in trouble.
"And the other one is Azrael, right?" He asked, looking at the arrow he had just carved up with unrestricted perversion.
No one answered, but Dany only glared at him through watery eyes. She was not going to cry. She was not going to yell. She was not going to scream. But, then the knife came down again, this time on her right forearm, this time even deeper. She was so taken aback she let out a little yelp of pain, then bit her lip again and let the tears fall.
Jason and Roy watched in horror as he laughed at Dany's pain as he carved yet another thing. When he was done with the gun that pointed to the right, he started carving in the little details, not minding the blood that fell in his way.
"Now we're done for today." He sighed in pure bliss, getting up from the floor and throwing the knife towards the desk. He walked towards a table to his left, picked up a suitcase and threw it at Dany. "Don't get blood on my floors." He growled, then walked out of the room.
All was quiet as Jason and Roy looked on at Dany as she panted in pain, the tears still falling down. Her head was down, not letting them see anything, but they saw the liquid falling onto her lap.
"C-Carmen?" Roy asked, somehow finding his voice.
She looked up at him, the whites of her eyes red, her lips in what she tried to make it look like a smile. "D-" She started, but stopped to catch her breath. "Don't worry... about me..." She told them, trying to get up. She stumbled a little, then the ropes fell off of her wrists, letting her be more comfortable. "I've had worse." She told them, then leaned down to grab the kit.
She walked over to Jason and Roy then dropped to her knees next to Roy and started untying Roy's binds. She grunted and bit her lip at the pain that radiated from her cuts but somehow managed to untie Roy after five minutes. The rope was now soaked with blood in some places, and Dany was starting to feel lightheaded.
"Roy, stop the bleeding, now!" Jason yelled as Roy kneeled next to Dany and lied her on the floor. He opened the kit and started cleaning the wounds.
Jason told him what he needed to know, which really wasn't much help because Roy already knew what to do. The cuts on her left arm weren't too deep, but the ones on the right were worrisome. Alexander wanted those to scar. Roy cursed at himself for not trying to stop it, but Jason told him to stop.
"Blaming yourself won't help. She didn't want us to say anything, which is why she took it..." He drifted off, looking out the only window in the gray room. "What the hell did he mean with money?" He muttered to himself, then turned to Roy who had finished wrapping Dany's wounds.
Roy looked back at him, then shook his head. "I have no idea what he meant. But I know next time I see him, something really bad is going to happen."
Jason shook his head, then said, "That won't get us anywhere. We need to start trying to get away."
Roy rolled his eyes at him, then looked down at Dany. She looked so peaceful and innocent while sleeping. "What we need to to do is find the others first." He couldn't help but think of him. The boy waiting for him to come back home. Roy now wonders if he'll even be able to see him again.
But, before Jason could say anything, the door opened and a woman was pushed in. She was older than Dany, but could be Roy's age. She was dark skinned, with long black hair that fell to her mid-back, big red lips, and big brown eyes, sorrounded by eye-liner. She was wearing some blue short shorts, with a red shirt that revealed her belly button. She wasn't clean, she looked weary, tired, and malnourished, but she still smiled kindly when she saw Roy sitting protectively next to Dany.
"Hello, I am Ada, but please call me Addy." She told them, walking towards Roy and Dany, crouching on Dany's other side. She took in a breath of surprise at her state, a bruise forming on her left cheek, and the bandages on her arms. "He really did a number on her." She told them, then looked up at Roy. "Will you let me take her to get a bath?"
He looked at her surprised, but didn't answer because Jason did. "Not now. Why are you here?" He asked.
"I am one of the many unfortunate whores crawling around here, fearing every day. But, I am of the few lucky ones that gets used for more than sex. I have to make sure any victims of Alexander get baths every day and get something to eat ever morning, afternoon, and night." She explained.
Jason nodded, but still didn't agree with leaving Dany with her.
"I can't believe he did something like this." She whispered, eyes raking over Dany's form.
Roy's face morphed into one of questioning, then asked, "Doesn't he do this all the time?"
Ada looked up at him with a small smile and shook her head. "I mean, he does hurt the older women here, but not once have I ever seen him hurt a child." She whispered, then looked up at the door as a knock was given. "I have to go, but take this." She said, taking out something from her back pocket, and handing it to Roy. "Be very careful how you use it. You only have four times." She said, then got up and strotted towards the door.
"Wait, Ada!" Roy called out, wanting to know something.
She stopped in front of the door and turned around, smiling kindly. "Yes?"
"How long have you been here?" He asked.
She smiled sadly at him, and said, "Since I was thirteen. I am now nineteen." She said, then opened the door and left the room.
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