Hey guys, M4 Here!
I am SOOOO sorry for the very short chapter. The laziness and...yeah, just pure laziness made me write this short chapter.
But, the next chapter will have more in it. Maybe Winter...? Eh, Not sure but she most definitely will make an appearance soon.
Now, I will shut up so you guys and gals can read. ENJOY!
The Punisher woke up in an old cell, zip cuffed to a chair. There was no light, and definitely no air conditioning. The walls were old, and dirty. Mold was sprouting off the cracks of each wall, and fungi covered 90% of the walls as well.
The smell itself was unbearable. It was a mixture of urine and Feces, and the scent of vomit as well. Most likely, the cell was near a sewer or drainage pipe.
Hearing footsteps across from him, he looked up and smiled when he saw 3 familiar mob bosses come in.
"Hey, aren't you the 3 people whose 'operations' went up in flames because of me?" Chuckling, the men crowded around him, and berated him with several punches to the face, and chest.
"You killed many of our brothers. They had families and kids, you know. So, we are going to make you suffer on account for these families." The Biker leader dug into his pocket and took out a switchblade.
"Ah ah, not yet." Their attention turned to the door, and they sighed when they saw who it was.
"I'm sorry to interrupt but we need him alive." Frank tried to make out the figure at the door but the darkness made it difficult.
"Ok, but that doesn't mean we could make him suffer." The cartel leader said, before punching frank again in his face.
"Oh, you can make him suffer all you want. Just don't kill him. I want to have that pleasure." She said. The men nodded. The door closed and the men got to work.
(Torture Scene. Viewer discretion is advise)
The men grinned at the tied up Frank castle. The Irish mob boss set down a large bag, and spill the contents on the floor. There was a drill, hammer, a car battery, and several knives and pointy objects.
"I'll go first." The Irishman picked up a knife and looked at the punisher.
"The Irish may have not invented revenge." He raised the knife and shoved the blade through Franks left hand. "But we took some time perfecting it."
Frank held in a scream as the blade slowly came out of his hand. The Irishman trace the blade slowly across his chest, letting blood drip from his shirt.
"2 Eye, your turn." The Irishman satisfied with what he did, turned to the biker leader. The biker smirked, and nodded.
Reaching in the bag, he took out a baseball bat, and chuckled.
"This is for Sin, the man you killed with your bare hands." He swung the bat on his left hand, hearing the satisfying crack from it. Frank grunted loudly from it. The biker raised the bat again and swung it down hard on his right hand.
Frank chuckled weakly at the men. "Is that all you got? I've seen girl scouts that have more fight than you." The cartel leader chuckled before putting Brase Knuckles in his hands.
"You killed my Hermano, Pendejo. I will make you suffer slowly." He hit Frank with a right hook to the jaw, some how dislocating it. He kept right/left hooking Frank in the face, and chest until he lost several teeth, and both his eyes were swollen. Blood, and several cuts were shown on his face, and some oozed of puss and blood.
"Well, we'll see you tomorrow Franky. Don't wait up." The men laughed as they left the cell.
Once gone, Frank began to scratch himself in his arm until it drew blood. Putting his index finger and thumb in the scratch wound, he winced as he searched for what he was looking from. When he felt it, he took it out and smiled.
What he was now holding was his ticket out of this place.
A razor Blade. (Not the whole thing, only the blade itself.)
But, he began to think. What if he can get some information while he was here. He has been through worse torture anyway, so he should be fine. For a while, at least.
Besides, he had no idea where he was and by judging how there were most likely guards outside, he really didn't have much of a choice than to stay put.
Sighing, he put the blade back inside his arm and waited for whatever torture they can give.
AAANNNNDDDD DONE! Guys, thank you so much for checking out my fanfic. Please leave a Like, Review, and follow for more Punishment.
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