Neal wasn't sure what time it was or even really where he was. He dozed off a few times, but it all stayed dark. His head started feeling better, but he knew he probably had a few bruises.
Eventually both Gary and Collins came in.
"You are in for a world of hurt, but don't worry, if your wounds don't kill you, we'll have to before your FBI friends find us," Collins started.
Neal knew that nothing he said would stop what was coming, so he stayed quiet.
Gary pulled out the bat, and swung it in his hands.
"I'm going to give you a taste of what my daughter felt, plus a few more bruises here and there. She was paralyzed from the waist down. She's unable to control her bladder or bowels. She lives bound to a wheelchair, if you even call it a life," Collins pulled Neal up and moved the ties on his arms so his arms were now in front of him. He shoved him back to the ground, face first. He tried to catch himself, but it was hard with his hands bound.
It wasn't a matter of seconds before he felt the bat come down on his back. He heard a snap as pain radiated through his back and legs. He was hit twice more by Gary, and kicked in the head by Collins before he was left again in the darkness. He hadn't dared to try to move for at least a few hours. His back stayed in constant pain, and when he finally tried to turn over, he realized he couldn't move his legs. Numbness consumed his feet and calves, while his thighs and back screamed in pain. He used the muscles in his upper body to roll over. He wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but he spent his time trying and failing to move his legs.
Eventually Gary came back in with a tray of food. They left the lights on so he could eat. It barely had anything, just a piece of bread and some water, but Neal was thankful he was given anything at all. His throat was parched so he took a drink of the water first. It tasted a little weird. He knew it could be drugged, but he was so thirsty it didn't matter. The bread was so dry, and with the pain surging through him, he could barely keep it in his stomach.
He eventually passed out but awoke to his meal coming back up. With his legs not wanting to move and his arms tied up, he had trouble angling himself right and he ended up just sitting in a puddle of his half-digested meal.
It seemed like days before anyone came back.
"Let's get you cleaned up," Collins told Neal, as Gary picked Neal up by the ties on his wrists.
He was dragged to a white room, that was simple, just white tile walls, a drain, and a hose. He was stripped down to boxers, hosed down, and dragged down a plain hallway, to a weird looking door.
"You'll have a lot of fun in here, I think. You'll be begging me to kill you after an hour in here," Collins gave a sadistic smile as Gary hoisted Neal up and threw him into the room.
The air was bitter with frost, almost choking him.
"Freezer?" Neal muttered he soon realized with his recent hose down, he would begin to stick, but he couldn't stand. He tried to move to the door to escape, but the cold air was suffocating. He managed to sit up holding himself up with his hands so only his legs and hands were in contact with the snowy surface. He was twisted around, as both his hands were still tied, so his stomach and back ached. His hands hurt as well, but we was for once glad he didn't have feeling in his legs. The numbness had spread to his thighs and butt as well, so he couldn't really feel anything from the waist down. This also didn't help going to the bathroom, another reason he really needed that hose down.
He was weak, but he knew if he laid down he would regret it. He wondered if Peter would be here soon. Peter always looked for him, he had hope, but he didn't know how long he had been here, would Peter ever make it? Should he surrender to the cold?
The hour passed and Gary came back in and picked up him. Some skin from his hands which had lost feeling from the cold, and his legs, had stuck to the freezer, ripping spots of him open, leaving a blood trail as Gary dragged him.
He was passed out by the time Gary got him back to the first room, which he threw Neal into and turned out the light.