A/N: A bit of whumping going on in this chapter. M just in case.

Hello again!…Fuck. Oh don't be like that. Oh piss off. Oh a little…pissy…today – pun not intended. What is today? Today is the moment, it is the exact time we are in. You are a fucking moron. Well wake up then and find out what today is yourself you lazy ass!…I'm stuck in my head aren't I? Yep…again. I hate you sometimes.

I was forced to blink numerous times as a harsh light greeted me. I groaned in pain and tried to wake myself up but nothing was working, I just wanted to go back to sleep but going back to sleep would meaning having a Round Two with my subconscious and I didn't want to do that again. I blinked away the sleep and then full woke to the sight I was seeing.

Medical instruments (or at least I hoped they were medical instruments) laid in a perfect line on the tray next to me. There were two large sinks that were on my right side and something covered up on my left side. I honestly didn't want to know what was hidden beneath it. The lights on the ceiling were dimmed and the overhead light was the brightest glaring angrily at me and I could even feel the heat coming off of it on my bare skin. Wait…bare skin? I lifted my head up a little and almost yelled at the sight.

Running up and down my body were leather straps of all sizes. Thick straps bound my ankles, wrists and two were across my chest. Thinner straps were holding down my upper and lower arms making it actually difficult for me to see. Then the smallest were actually plastic strips that bound each individual finger to small slots in the examination table I was bound to.

I tried to struggle but it was (of course) no use, I couldn't move a millimeter if I really wanted to. I tried to wriggle my fingers from their own bindings but that didn't even work and I ended up cutting myself by accident. I struggled to see that all I had on were my boxers – nothing else. The flesh wound on my leg from Mahone's shot was patched up nicely, like a professionals but what I expected to come next was anything but professional. As I gazed at the room it was only then I noticed the camera staring at me from the corner. They were watching and they knew that I was awake.

As if on cue, the door opened and in came two people dressed up in hospital attire with aprons that covered their chest and gut. I didn't want to know why they were wearing those and behind them…wait for it – Agent Mahone. I don't know why I struggled as soon as I saw him, possibly it was because I noticed a large jagged cut on the left side of his head and signs of major bruising that outlined it. Although (in different circumstances) I would point and laugh then call him a dick. But strapped to a table while listening to two people organize the tools shut up the thought immediately.

"I think we got off on the wrong start," Mahone said coming up to me. I was ready to speak when one of the people grabbed me by the neck and forced my head down. I struggled but he applied pressure and I gagged slightly.

"Bind his head."

When I realized what Mahone was saying it was much too late. One of the people grabbed both sides of my head and forced it still while the other did up the strap for the forehead and the chin. No matter how much I struggled, these guys were not going to let me go. I looked down to see Mahone picked up a scalpel and then with one fluid movement did a nice shallow cut on my side. It didn't hurt at first but then the sting came and it was painful. I pulled up on the restraints as hard as I could but of course, nothing happened. Mahone did another clean cut on my other side and once again watched as I squirmed with discomfort.

"We can do this the easy way…or the hard way."

I rolled my eyes just to piss him off. "You know how many times I heard that?"

With only a few strides he was right up to me, and the scalpel was only centimetres from my eye. That was when I knew that Mahone was really willing to do anything. With the warning given and me sighing in submission Mahone got up and handed the bloody scalpel to one of the torturers. I heard him go to the back then wheel something out. I looked to the side as far as I could and noticed it was a white board with the pictures of the remaining Fox River Eight and their bios.

"Lincoln's son LJ was sentenced to prison not too long ago," Mahone explained, "is that where Lincoln is headed?"

I didn't answer and Mahone nodded to one of the people. The torturer glided scalpel none too gently across my stomach. I tried to hold in a cry of pain but it slipped past my teeth and I tried to grip something but then realized that all my fingers were bound to the table too.

"Lincoln," Mahone said with a little more force, "is Lincoln Burrows going to try and free his son?"

I remained silent and Mahone went over and undid the strap that held my chin. As soon as the clip was undone, I gasped for breath and in pain.

"Don't make me repeat the question," Mahone warned.

"Yes," I whispered in defeat.

"And when did he tell you?"

I sucked down a few more breaths not replying and the torturer on the other side of me picked up what looked like a saw and ran it down the length of my forearm. I screamed as the teeth bit into and ripped apart my skin. I side-glanced Mahone wanting him to make this stop but he stared back at me with cold eyes.

"It doesn't have to be like this," he whispered hauntingly. I struggled as the saw-like blade was pressed against my stomach.

"He told me when I found the others," I yelled in a hoarse voice.

Mahone gave a small smile and then flicked his head to the side to tell the torturer to remove the blade from my stomach.

"My bosses are out there," Mahone said nodding to my left.

"I can't see them," I said.

Mahone unclipped the strap that held down my head and I couldn't believe how stupid he was.

"See right o- ahhh!"

I pushed up as hard as I could and bit down on his left ear. The two torturers at first tried to pry me off but I just dug in harder and harder until I was sure that all my teeth were going to be ripped out. But it would be worth it for this bastard to get what he deserves. Without me noticing one of my torturers grabbed a hammer and then slammed it into my jaw. Automatically I released Mahone and my head bounced off the metal table. Mahone howled in pain as he did a demented dance around the room holding the left side of his head in pain. It didn't take a lot of effort to strap me back in but once they did the torturers let me have it. One armed with a hammer, a scalpel and the other with the pliers and the saw- toothed blade they went to work. The last thing I remembered was blood, lots of it as well as Mahone cursing his lungs out at me. Endless tears streaming down my face as I could feel skin literally being torn from my body and a blade slicing across the flesh wound, across the stitches and across the last ounce of my hope.