(Yes I know I just updated, this is the same day & I just broke it up. As normal read, enjoy, review. )
Punk fought to open his eyes staring up at the ceiling above him. At least for now he was not in the chair, but laying on thin mattress of a saggy bed. He wasn't even sure how long he was there for. Seemed like every few hours the captor would come back trying to get more answers but he wouldn't break yet. No mater what Jade thought he never told Serena what Hunter did to her. OK he may of slipped that sex between them wasn't the best when asked why he wanted her, but he never gave details…he doesn't know where the damaged comment came from. Jade had every right to be mad at him for his cheating ways. He never gave up her secrets though...he just did not know how much longer he could deal with this. The shock treatments, the injections that Punk had no clue what they were doing to him except at least one would knock him out. That one would be given & he would find himself either tied to the chair again or chained to the floor with access to the bed & a crude bathroom set up.
Another one he knew almost felt like fire entering his veins it hurt as much if not more then the shock treatment. He was surprised heading the door open across the room from him, but could not see who it was through the darkness. He was used to being knocked out from the shots or shocked into almost unconsciousness, that he doesn't ever remember hearing a door before. He could hear the small foot steps of the one his captor call Dallia, her head was down carrying a tray she placed it on a table before backing away. His nose was already picking up the new smells, he had been brought food trays before but it was normally something small like a sandwich. He moved over towards it lifting the lid & it looked like a feast to him. He wondered if the choice of food was a clue of when it was. He looked at the woman.
"Dillia right?" She didn't respond at first.
"You can answer him." Came the voice, but Punk had a feeling it was through a speaker that time & not the room. He could hear the crackling of the box. The woman slowly nodded.
"This big meal…" He hated to think it. "Thanksgiving?" She nodded again. He couldn't believe it had only been four days…four days since he was taken. Hours & days blended to him, being knocked out so often he thought it was longer. He just had to keep hoping he would be found before he cracked or was killed for not complying, even if she hated him, he did not hate her in return no mater how he acted. Deep down he still loved her, even if he no longer deserved her. He slowly began to eat knowing he could not afford his stomach to cramp & unsure when the next tray would show up, even if by his guess now it was roughly once a day.
He looked back at Dillia. "You want some?" She shook her head. In the back of his head while he ate he wondered if it could of also been tainted, but another part said what would it matter, they had already polluted his body with those shots, what would ingesting them do as well. Reaching his fill he almost hated having a feeling the rest would go to waste. He recovered the tray before moving away from it some he closed his eyes feeling his skin growing flush. He cursed to himself hoping it was just from feeling full & slowly laid back on the bed praying the feeling would pass. He could hear her moving closer he thought to grab the tray. He shifted on the mattress as he felt his skin growing warmer, almost an inward aching, but not a normal pain. He lightly shook his head one hand pulling at the neckline of his tee shirt as sweat formed across his brow.
He mind didn't fully register the soft touch that caressed his abs & up under his shirt, it only registered the soothing feeling it was having on the odd ache he was feeling. He gave a faint gasp of breath the caresses reaching his chest instinctually his moved sitting up the shirt being removed from his body. His eyes slowly opened his vision in a heated haze seeing as this form near him began kissing along his neck. He fought to move his arms taking a hold of her pushing her away from him. "No….please." His voice shook as the break of touch was bringing the pain back. Even with him holding her she could still trail a hand across his abs near the waist of his jeans. The touch so light , but so soothing to his pain, but he knew it was wrong. He didn't know her, he didn't want her no matter what his body was trying to tell him other wise. She pushed to lean towards him, her lips brushing his protesting ones. He tried to turn away from them but her other hand moving from his weakening grasp lightly moved his jaw till they could connect again. Leaning more he fell back against the bed her lips were so soft in his mind yet forceful as well. His mind soon wrapped up in a dense fog that he could not comprehends everything his body was now craving.
He did not process the sexual actions his body was taking with this woman over the next hour to the delight of his captor seeing how easily Punk caved to the influences of the mix he was given. He was sure it would play more into his plans the more willing he became.