So, I'm taking a few ideas here from 'IDigBones23' thanks for the help. Please review and tell me what you'd like to see :)
Neal twisted his wrists hard but was only rewarded with pain. Zip ties, his mortal enemy. He sighed hard knowing full well that he was trapped and the situation was not going to get better anytime soon. Tiny had gone back to the surface, leaving him to his own thoughts. Maybe as a method of torture Neal would never know. His wrists were getting tired. He couldn't stand much more of this position. His feet barely touched the ground so most of his weight was held on his arms. It had been hours since Tiny had showed his face and Neal didn't know just how much more he could take. 'Hey! You can't keep me down here forever!' he called out knowing that in fact Tiny 'could' keep him down there forever which scared the daylights out of him.
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The doors opened and Tiny made his way down the stairs. Neal noticed his hands were going slightly numb but he didn't want to beg, not for a thing.
'You look uncomfortable. Are you alright Neal?' Tiny finally asked.
'Piss off.' Neal answered. He knew potentially he could get punished for his words but they were the only thing he could think of at the time.
'Do you want us to take you down?'
He didn't answer.
'Just say the word.'
A deep sign exhaled from his throat. 'Yes… please.'
Tiny gave his men a nod and they pulled Neal from the hook. He had to admit it was a relief but knowing that what would happen next might be worse, scared him.
'Is that better?' Tiny nodded and one of his men left the room only to return with a chair in hand. He slammed it on the ground and headed over to Neal. With a large amount of force he pulled him from the ground and threw him across the room causing him to moan.
'Enough!' Tiny yelled. 'Bring him to me. The man pulled Neal by the hair, dragging him along the floor towards Tiny. 'Now, when I said I have a thing for you, that doesn't take back the fact that you punched me in the fucking face.'
Neal looked at the ground, trying not to make eye contact with his captor.
'So I'll just have to teach you how to be a good boy wont I?'
He looked up and noticed that the second man had left the room already, but he was now returning with a bucket of water in his arms. 'What are you doing?' a slight panic took over his body.
'Teaching you that lesson I was telling you about.'
The man placed the bucket in front of a now kneeing Neal while the other held him in place.
'Don't panic too much Neal…' Tiny moved in closer, so that his lips touched his victims' ear. 'If you're lucky, I'll take pity on you.' He stood back and nodded at his friend. Suddenly Neal's head was engulfed in water. He hadn't felt his head being pushed into the water until it was too late and so he hadn't taken a breath. He could hardly take another minute, he knew soon he would be breathing water into his lungs and so he struggled violently and like magic his head was pulled from the water. He gasped desperately for breath, coughing and wheezing, trying to suck in all the air around him. His eyes met Tiny's and he immediately wanted to look down. Water dripped from his chin to the floor.
'Again?'
Neal shook his head but before he knew it his head was plummeting back into the water.
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Neal kicked his legs, pushing himself from his knees and into a slightly more uncomfortable pose. This time the side of the bucket pushed up against his neck causing just the extra bit of pain. If it wasn't enough that he couldn't breathe, he had to put up with a chocked throat. Finally he was pulled from the water with force. 'Please!' there were no other words. He couldn't fight against this man, he was to powerful. He had four grown men working for him and they were all at least twice the size of himself. All he could do was play his part and beg for mercy. 'Stop…' He panted hard, trying to take in as much air as his lungs would allow.
'You want me to stop? Why?'
'I can't take anymore.' It seemed like it had been forever since Tiny began to torture him. His head had been dunked in this bucket more times than he could count and he couldn't take another.
'What do you want me to do?'
'Stop…'
Tiny looked down at Neal, he was begging, and that's really what he wanted from him. 'Are you going to be a good boy?'
Neal shuttered at the thought of being Tiny's pet, but what was he going to do? Put up with more torture? He didn't have the lungs for that. 'Yes…' He finally blurted and it made him sick.
Tiny smiled. 'tie him to the chair.'
The man obeyed quickly, pulling Neal to his feet and dragging him over to the chair. After he had been zip tied to each arm and leg, the man moved back and let Tiny hover in front of him. 'So you know, if you don't do exactly what I tell you too, I'll hurt you again. Do you want that?'
Neal felt exhausted. His entire body was tensed. All he wanted was to be left alone.
'Do you hear me?' Tiny seemed more frustrated by Neal's refusal to answer.
'Yes…'
'Do you want that Neal?'
'No…'
'Than are you going to behave?'
Questions, questions! Why did he have to ask so many damn questions? 'Yes…' He finally answered. Maybe he would let him rest now…
'Good. I'll be back later. You stay here.' Tiny smiled sarcastically as he walked from the room, leaving Neal only to his thoughts, and hopefully some sleep.
So what would you like to see Tiny do to Neal? Since he's resigned to being his pet now :P what should Tiny do etc review/message :):) I work off feedback so please help me out :)