Chapter 5:
A/N Torture coming up (In this chapter).
Alex tried to stay awake for as long as possible: who knew what Scorpia wanted. He got up and staggered around the room surveying it. The room was plain. No windows, only one door; no weapons. There was nothing.
Alex moved over to the door. It was completely metal and had no key hole. He gave up and stumbled back to the back wall, furthest from the door. He sank down to the floor and closed his eyes.
He awoke the next morning (he thinks it was morning – there was no way for him to tell) to a loud clanging from the door. It was lobbed open and rebounded off the wall slightly leaving a small indentation in the bricks. Two men filed in and grabbing him pulled him from the room, down a corridor and into another room. He was guided to the middle of the room and held still.
A small fire sat in the corner of the room. The wood ablaze sent smoke spiralling up from the fire to settle at the roof of the room before spreading out. Connor stood next to the inferno, a long metal pole in his hand slowly turning colour as the flames flared, heating the metal.
"Are we roasting marshmallows?" Alex asked jokingly trying to hide the flicker of terror in his eyes.
Connor flashed him a quick smile. "Don't be silly, Alex," he replied seriously, "Do you know how unhealthy those are? How bad they are for your body? You as a spy should be keeping as active and fit as possible."
Alex glanced over his shoulder. The door was closed. Connor withdrew the poker from the fire. Alex could see the red-hot metal. He glimpsed a symbol on the end of it but he couldn't make out what it was.
The criminal stalked towards him the poker at his side. Alex struggled. He knew what was going to happen. The poker was raised towards him and wavered slightly. Cold grey eyes surveyed him. They settled on his exposed right arm. The poker got closer and closer and closer until finally it rested against his arm. Immediately he felt the searing heat burning into his skin. He screamed. Trying to hold in tears he strained to get away from the pain but he was he restrained by the men. He could feel the burns throbbing quickly in time with his pulse. A single tear escaped to roll down his flushed cheek. The pain was so intense. His legs gave way; only the guards were holding him level. The metal was finally pulled away. Connor seemed to be admiring his work. Alex fell as the hands let go of him.
"Take him away," Connor ordered throwing the poker to the side.
"MI6 will find me in no time. You grabbed me in front of my school on a Friday afternoon," Alex whispered.
Connor raised his hand to the others signalling a stop as he turned to Alex with a smile and said, "Oh dear Alex, Scorpia doesn't care if you are rescued. We don't even care if you get out of this alive. We just want to break you."
Another guard came in with a bucket of water which was promptly thrown over the raging inferno. Connor pushed out the door. The guards dragged the teen boy out. He let himself stay limp as he was escorted and deposited back in his room.
When he was finally alone and the pain had ebbed away, Alex craned his head around to see the symbol. He had been marked so everyone would know who owned him. There imprinted on his arm was a vivid replicate of a scorpion.
A/N Sorry, it's not longer. I'll try to update soon but it's unlikely because of school work. Reviews may make me hurry (please) .