Dose of Death

Reasons (Part 2)

Amrith opened her eyes to a dark room with a small window for sunlight to enter the room. Her head was wrapped in a bandage with a headache to top it all off. The room had nothing in it except for a bed, a chair, and a bookshelf. She stood up and realized that her hands were tied behind her back with a chain attached to the wall. The walls were made of brick and wood used as support beams for the ceiling. "Where the hell am I?"

The masked man walked into the room with a pair of pliers in his hand. He was dressed in a bloodied yellow hoodie and black jeans. The mask and contacts were still on as well as a pair of gloves that were bloodied. "I see you've woken up. I was a bit afraid if I had accidentally killed you with that blow to the head. Two days is a long time to be asleep. Besides it's no fun when the subject is unconscious," He flipped the pliers in his hand. "However, now that you are awake the fun can start. I'll be nice and let you choose the first method of your agony." Amrith looked at the guy as she began to struggle against the chain as the male got closer. "Will it be the denailing or shall we break your fingers first?"

"What do you want from me? Money? Fame? A story headline? There are other ways to get those than kidnapping someone." Amrith backed up against the wall as the man loomed over her.

"Oh, sweetheart. What I want is something that I can only accomplish with what I am already doing. The sweet satisfaction of someone else's pain to fill in for my own. Besides everything I need is you. Money? No problem, I'll just use you for ransom. Fame or headline? Who needs that shit anyway. But I have a feeling that you're gonna be a fun one to mess with." Amrith's eyes widened in horror as he raised the pliers and grabbed her arm. "Now which method shall we use? Better pick before we do both of them."

The masked man didn't even wait a second for Amrith to answer. He just raised the pliers and smashed one of her fingers. Amrith hissed in pain to try and not give him the satisfaction of her pain, but he immediately began tugging at the nail of the smashed finger. She moved her finger along with his tugs to minimize the pain of the denailing. "Hm, I guess I'll have to lock your hands in place. But for now, I will break your fingers one by one." Once again the man raised the pliers and stuck every one of her fingers. Some of them began to bleed from the deep cuts the pliers made. All movement from Amrith became still and limp. Before he hit her hand again, he saw that she was passed out. "I guess she isn't used to pain. Well, then I guess that will be my job to raise it."

The man set the pliers on the bookshelf across the room and left. He was met with another person outside the room. They were around six feet tall but slightly taller than the masked man. They also had a burn mark on the side of their face that trailed down to their thigh. "Hey there Kazan. You gave me a person who can't handle pain. What is so special about them anyway, she's just a rich kid with a boyfriend."

"Jacob if you did your homework then you would know your targets better," Kazan opened the door to the room and saw Amrith tied up to the wall. His eyes widened slightly as a grin appeared on his face. "Also I told you to get Akushima Yuuki. He's the bastard that burned my face halfway to hell. But his little girlfriend is better." He closed the door and grabbed Jacob's shoulder.

"Akushima Yuuki? Isn't that her in there?" Jacob thought for a moment to himself. "Wait Akushima was the guy. Dammit. But what are you wanting to do with his lady?"

"I want you to break her not only physically but mentally as well. And once she has lost all hope, we will bring in Yuuki and kill her in front of him. If she is broken enough she won't hear a single cry he'll make to her. That will then break him and put him through the worst kind of suffering anyone could go through." Kazan grabbed paper and pencil and began to write. He then folded it and tucked it into Jacob's pocket. "If you don't want to do the last one then I will gladly do it. But that list should be everything you need to do to break her. I have a few videos I need to get." He waved as he walked off and out the door.

Jacob looked at his pocket and pulled out the folded list in his palm. Slowly he opened it and began to read what he put on there. "Branding learned helplessness, walling, and more. I can do most of this." He continued down the list and saw the last torture method. "Yeah, I'm not doing that. Kazan can do that in front of Yuuki." He folded the list and shoved it in his pocket. He walked into the room next to him and was greeted with many different torture devices. Some were made of metal, others of wood or iron. "We'll start small. A hose sounds like a good way to start." Jacob grabbed the hose that was tied up and left the room.

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5:27 AM

Amrith woke up to a numb feeling in her hands and a green hose in front of her. The sun wasn't out but barely any light was coming through the window. A light amount of morning dew-covered it as sunlight finally began to come through the window. She looked down at the ropes to see if they had been tampered with at all since she passed out. However, to her dismay, they were tighter than before. Jacob walked into the room and smiled behind his mask. "You're awake! Finally. Boss told me if I want to keep you alive I have to feed you," He tossed some bread on a table that was next to him and walked over to the wall to untie the knot. "No funny business or it won't look good for you." He finished undoing the knot and brought her to the table. Amrith looked down at the bread and stood there then gestured to her hands tied behind her back. Jacob raised the bread to her mouth and took a few bites. "Alright back to the wall." He pulled her back and tied her on the wall again. "And the real fun begins."