Chapter 20
Dean groaned inwardly when he heard the key turning in the lock of his cell. Two of the guards came inside and walked over to where he sat. He was propped up against the wall, the shackle still around his ankle. His toe that Nemesis sewed back on looked nasty and was very painful.
"Leave me alone you freaks!" yelled Dean. He tried to move away but didn't get far. Nemesis walked inside and sauntered over to the young hunter.
"I will not do what you want you bastard! I will not kill my friends and I sure as hell won't deliver my brother to you! You might as well let me go!"
"You don't have to deliver your brother to me Dean because he's on his way here," proclaimed Nemesis. "As for the other? When I get through with you, you will do exactly as I say."
"What," said Dean fearfully? "Sam's coming here?"
"That's right. He's on his way so I don't need you to deliver him to me."
"Let him go," pleaded Dean. "Please!"
Nemesis grabbed a handful of Dean's hair and jerked his head back forcing him to look up at him. "Forget it," he said and let him go.
"I will not let you hurt my brother man," said Dean dangerously. "I mean that." Nemesis grinned evilly.
"Phase two Dean. It begins now." He stepped aside. The two guards took the chain off his ankle and dragged him out of the room. Dean fought like mad and almost succeeded in getting away but Nemesis stormed up to him. The two guards stopped and held him still. He continued to struggle but they held him tight.
"How does the foot feel Dean," asked Nemesis and stomped on it. Dean screamed. His legs buckled because of the pain and the two guards were able to successfully drag him into another room. This one had a gurney in it. They dragged him over and forced him down onto it. They restrained him using metal cuffs. A leather strap was placed across his neck and tightened to constrict his movement.
"I will not do what you won't!" yelled Dean and began to pull frantically at the cuffs. He still only had his boxers on and he was still so thirsty he couldn't even spit but he wasn't about to ask for water again.
The sides of the table where his hands were cuffed, moved out extending his arms to the sides. Metal probes were placed on his head and on various parts of his body. A stun belt was buckled around his waist and stun straps around each arm and leg so that every part of his body would receive varying degrees of electric shock. Some places worse than others.
Nemesis touched Dean with a stun gun just because he felt like it and Dean's body jerked because of it. He winced as a mouthpiece was shoved into his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue when the convulsions started if he decided to make it that bad.
Nemesis grinned as Dean let out a muffled "no!" and was touched with the stun gun again just because he could.
"Bring it in," cried the kidnapper clearly enjoying himself. They brought in a pair of Virtual Reality goggles. Dean's eyes widened in shock. He tried to spit out the mouthpiece but they shoved it back in hard enough that he almost choked on it. The guard handed the goggles to Nemesis who placed them over Dean's eyes and then knelt down to whisper in his ear. "With these I can make you see anything I want. For example," he said and adjusted the headset. Dean's muffled scream rang out into the room. He was seeing Tony, Bryan, Jack and Brad and in the virtual reality, Dean was their prisoner. They were doing all kinds of sadistic things to him.
He squeezed his eyes shut under the goggles to push down the panic that was threatening to come over him. Nemesis laughed.
"I can also make you see this," he said and adjusted them again. Dean cried out as he saw his baby brother also being tortured by their friends and then he watched as Sam turned on him. It was so real, thought Dean. It looked so real.
Nemesis turned to the two guards and said, "Let's try this for awhile." They nodded and Dean's whole body jerked when the machine that would deliver shocks to his body, was turned on. He screamed out in pain as every part of his body received different degrees of electric shocks.
"We'll leave it there for now," Nemesis instructed. "Don't take off any of it. No matter how much he screams and begs. Is that understood?"
"Understood sir," said one of the guards. Nemesis nodded.
"Oh yes, I almost forgot," declared the kidnapper. He walked back over to his captive and tied the tourniquet around his arm. He plunged the needle into his vein delivering more of the drug they kept pumping into his system. His mind numbed. His head got fuzzy. It put him back in a trancelike state.
"That will help with the brainwashing," said Nemesis and placed earphones in his ears to play the message over and over again while he was forced to watch the virtual reality. He cranked up the volume so it would be very loud in his ears.
Satisfied that he'd done enough to his prey at the moment, Nemesis left and instructed the guards to give him the drug every two hours and each time, turn the dials on the machine to increase the electric shock to his body.
One of the guards turned on the stun belt so that each time he tried to get away it would shock his mid section.
Nemesis walked into the living room and poured himself a snifter of Brandy. He swirled it around in his glass and thought about how long the process would take. If they kept this up consistently and made it worse every two hours, it wouldn't be long until Dean would be totally under his control. His phone rang. He put down the glass and answered it.
"Yes," he said.
"We're outside," said the voice on the phone. "You want him in there or in the cellar?"
"Bring him in here first," said Nemesis and they said okay. Five minutes later they shoved Sam Winchester through the door. They'd cut the ropes off his ankles and left it in the car. He looked around fearfully.
"Hello Sam," said Nemesis and beamed when he saw the fear on the young man's face. He was very close to the edge, which pleased Nemesis to no end. He walked over to the young hunter.
Sam glared. He had daggers in his eyes and he was currently shooting them in Nemesis direction.
"You got something to say to me Sam," asked the kidnapper. He motioned for the men who were holding him to make him sit down on the couch. They shoved him over and pushed him down.
"Where is my brother?" asked Sam through clenched teeth. "Is he okay? Who the hell are you? What do you want with us?" He fired the questions like missiles. Nemesis stood over him and stared down at him.
"My name is Nemesis," he said. "You and your brother will both prove very valuable to me after I'm through breaking the both of you that is."
"There are people and things a lot bigger and meaner than you that have tried!' spat Sam, "but we're not broken yet!"
"Oh but you will be," replied Nemesis. "You from the psychological torture and your brother from good old fashion brainwashing techniques."