The woman didn't come back until after the screaming in the other room subsided into sobbing, begging and then nothing. Silence. Deadly silence. She entered back the room, casually wiping her blood covered hands on her brown jacket the way normal people wipes cookie' crumbs. She approached her prey, looking down at her watch before looking at the now healed wounds.

''Impressive. All healed in less than 3 hours.''

The conversation felt badly one-sided as the woman showed no interest in even looking at her prisoner in the eyes, clearly not expecting any kind of answer about her observation.

Just like last time, she obviously didn't have any time to waste for a warning or anything like that, as she approached Barry and punched him in the face as hard as she could. She did it again before changing her target for his ribs. The Flash did his best to keep all the grunts of pain for himself. He couldn't help but let out a hiss at the last punch, hearing one of the rib crack. Hard to tell if it was broken or just cracked. Either way, it was hurting like hell.

He wanted to open his mouth and just ask why. Why was she doing this to him? He didn't know her and she still had to make any demands. Before he could, the woman took a couple of steps back, stretched her arms toward the speedster and Barry could see a flicker of electricity in her eyes right before a discharge was sent his way. He didn't have any chance to react, not that would've changed anything since he couldn't do anything, couldn't move. His head jerking back, his mouth opening, but no sound getting out.

At the first moment, for the first seconds, he felt his muscles contracting and paralysis taking over. But, it didn't take long before the pain took over and started to spread as the voltage was slowly getting higher and higher. His body started vibrating under the pressure as his heart was speeding up. It felt like the lighting all over again, but worse. Instead of one big shock strong enough to knock him out, it was high enough to cause him as much pain possible and not enough to make him pass out. Everything suddenly stopped. It left the speedster painting, his chin resting against his chest, his breathing short and harsh, his body shaking badly, fighting against the new charge.

''interesting''.

That was all she said before walking out of the room and closing the door behind. Time or never to try an escape. Who knows when she would be coming back? Barry putted every bit of his concentration on calming himself, bringing his heartbeat and breathing under control. One breath at the time. Slowly but surely, all his muscles were back under his control. Maybe if he could vibrate just at the right frequency to phase through his metal handcuffs. He already tried and failed, but maybe he just needed to try a different vibration or compensate by going faster.

Barry tried, he started vibrating faster and faster, felt like he was getting closer, so close to escape. Or maybe he wasn't.

Bad idea. What he was attempting to do was definitely a bad idea. As soon as the speedster got close to vibrating fast enough to phase, a new shock stroked the Flash, sending immediately his body into convulsion. Before Barry knew what just hit him, he was unconscious.

*FLASHFLASHFLASH*

The Scarlet Speedster didn't know how long he was out. He woke up with another headache. Great, just when the first one was starting to get away. Nobody thought about putting an anti-phase warning on these? Where the hell did that woman find these anti-speedsters handcuffs? Was she a rogue scientist? An ex, crazy,-Mercury lab employee maybe? He was feeling a bit sore in his back and arms, but it wasn't so bad. As long as his body was still healing, he still had a chance to live and fight another day. That was if the CSI could come up with another plan. Brute force and phasing wasn't going to get the job done. What else was there?

Speaking about fighting, the door opened again, letting in enough light to blind Barry for a second.

''Look like my little rat is awake. Let's try something a little different for test #2.''

''What do you want from me?!'' screamed the speedster, as loud as he could with his raw voice.

Was he really expecting an answer? He couldn't be, right? Despite the odds and the situation, Barry wasn't losing his fighting spirit, not yet. He struggled once again against his bounds as his captor took a syringe out of her pocket. If he was going down, he wasn't going to do it in a calm fashion. She grabbed his hair, ruthlessly pulling his head back to plunge her new weapon in his neck.

She didn't wait for her victim to feel anything before grabbing the speedster's left hand and breaking his wrist with one sharp move. Barry groaned in pain. Where were his friends? Were they coming any time soon? He had no clue what he was just injected with, but it couldn't be anything good.

He couldn't tell how much time he was lost in his thoughts, trying to stay strong and think about his friends, to avoid thinking about the pain, barely noticing that the woman was gone again. There was pain from his broken wrist, but it was more than that. As the minutes went by, there seem to be uncomfortable tremors appearing all over his body, not to mention that his throat got a lot drier since the woman left the room and not just because of the lack of water. He felt like whatever drug she gave him was affecting his connection with the Speed Force. He couldn't tell why he knew that, he just did. He put pressure on his bounds, helplessly, trying to get away from the feeling.

When she finally came back, all she did was walk right to him and tightly grabbed his wrist that was still healing. Barry had to work hard to suppress he was in pain. His injury was feeling better, but it wasn't completely healed yet. Barry looked up at her with fire in his eyes, but his captor didn't even flinch.

''Interesting…look like we're on the right track, speedster.''

She was gone again, leaving the speedster alone in his dark room, alone with his thoughts, his doubts, his fears.

*FLASHFLASHFLASH*

1 day ago:

Barry didn't remember falling asleep, but he was going to remember waking up for some time. He woke up screaming as a knife's blade entered his shoulder in a swift and quick motion. Leaving the weapon buried in her victim's left shoulder, the attractive captor moved her body away to enjoy Barry's pain for a second with a smile on her face.

''Let's see how long it take to heal this time.''

Just like yesterday, she plunged a syringe into his neck. There's no doubt that she's been working on the serum since the last time. And whatever she did was probably going to make her proud and meet her objectives. Within seconds, Barry felt like all the oxygen leaving his lungs, he felt like someone was trying to struggle him. His blood felt like it was on fire. He was fighting once again against his restraints, he needed to escape the pain. His organs were burning from the inside. His vision was getting blurry. So, that's how drowning victims were feeling? His hands grabbing tightly the chair's armrest. When the pain subsided just enough to let him breathe again, it left him fighting for air, coughing and choking.

Today wasn't the day he was going to be allowed to rest. He was barely breathing again that he felt a feminine hand landing on his unhurt shoulder seconds before a new electric shock hit him, hard. Hard enough for his mind to almost go black and for his consciousness to almost leave him. He was barely conscious to hear the woman taking her observations out loud when everything stopped, unsure if the pain was gone or if he was just feeling too numb to feel it.

''We're making good progress; the subject is reacting slower to electricity. Let's calculate the healing time.''

She didn't wait any seconds before throwing punches, one after another, brutally, fiercely, beating him, hitting him over and over again in his face and body. There was no supressing the grunts of pain this time and the scream when one barely healed rib broke again under the brutal treatment. Blood was cascading from the stabbed shoulder down his beaten torso. If Barry wasn't busy focussing on not choking on the blood in his throat and mouth, he would've asked to stop. Instead, another vicious hit connected with his stomach, making him cough more blood. Did he bite himself without noticing it or was there some internal bleeding? Either way, there was no time to ask any question. One last furious punch on his nose put him out for the count. Unaware of all the pain.

Simply shrugging, she walked away, looking at the time on her watch. As she was passing the door and heading into the hallway, an idea stroked her. Wasn't atoms speed related to the temperature? The hotter it was, the fastest they were moving, right? What about the opposite? Making a few steps back, she turned to the heater controller on the wall, lowering the temperature by a few degrees.

The metahuman came back an hour later to check on her prisoner who was still out, she was definitely on the right track. His healing wasn't as fast as yesterday, he was getting weaker and weaker. She hoped proudly it was because of her new version of the serum. So close of figuring a way to fight speedsters. Her captive didn't even flinched when she took the knife out of the bleeding shoulder, still completely obvious to the world. For a second, the woman considered waking him up, partly because she needed to do more tests and partly because she was just feeling like punching a bit more. Just felt good earlier, feeling the bones breaking under her joints, the blood flowing. There was something so addictive and fun to it.

Deciding against it, she slowly started leaving the room. First thing first, she needed to get rid of the other body and make sure nobody was going to come looking, at least just for a couple of more days. That all the time she needed. Or maybe it was more precise to say it was all the time she had or maybe less, by looking at her prisoner. Chances are he wasn't going to hang on much longer.

Maybe it was time to pick up the pace and make some adjustments to her formula before it was too late. That speedster has been a good experiment subject. It was going to be almost sad letting him go, not to mention hard getting another one. Oh well, nothing stays forever, if something is broken you just throw it and get a new one.

A/N: I know it's a bit short, but don't worry next one will be longer, promise! Lots of stuff going on in the ''Search for Barry'' on Team Flash's side in the next chapter.

Do you guys think it's time to free our poor Barry or he needs more pain?

KDesai: Hope that was enough torture for you *wink*

SnowyDoves: Gonna take your ''Creepy in a sexual way'' comment about my Meta as compliment !