Past Meets the Present

Chapter 10: THE ROOM

*warning: talk and representation of torture*

After a few years of being back with Samuel, I had already gotten used to the torture.

It wasn't always Sammy that did it. He got creative and forced HABIT to do his dirty work. If HABIT was bad as well, I had to do the same to him.

He turned the room he tested our weaknesses into a room designed for HABIT's and my torture. Two of the walls were covered in torture tools. One cover in my weakness, the other in HABIT's. The table still stood in the middle of the room, two sets of spiked chains resting at the base.

This was the room that was made for us. This was the room that we were forced to endure the greatest torture: hurting each other.

As you probably guessed, HABIT and I are best friends. No, not best friends; brothers. As fucked up as HABIT is, he doesn't hurt his family. But we didn't have a choice. This only fueled our hatred toward Sammy.

One time, HABIT got into a fight with Cordelia over some basic shit that didn't even really matter. She got all pissed and whined to Sammy about it. So you know what that means.

More torture.

*warning: this is where the torture begins*

I tightened the chains around HABIT's body, making sure they were tight enough so he couldn't make it worse than it had to be. I picked up a scalpel and started cutting where I knew the pain wouldn't be so severe.

"I'm so sorry." I say as I cut, my voice hardly cutting through the screams.

"More. Cut him more." Samuel ground out from the corner, making sure I didn't go easy on him.

I glance up for a second. I hesitate and cut deeper in the place I knew it would hurt the most. HABIT's screams got louder and rattled around in my brain, making me struggle all the more.

Blood started pouring off the table, dripping down below and oozing toward the drain in the floor. The final echoes of HABIT's cries die out as he loses consciousness.

I made a few more cuts to satisfy Samuel's sick mind and then backed away. My back hit the cold stone wall and my knees buckled, leaving me to curl up of the floor in shock. I stare at the blood still pouring off the table, tears rolling down my face.

"Why did you stop? I didn't tell you to stop." Samuel growled, his voice raising to a yell at the end.

"Are you blind." I choke out. "If I cut any more, he'll die."

That seems to satisfy him.

"Clean this up. You have half an hour. Exceed that and you'll be the one strapped to the table next." With that, he stalks out the door and slams it.

I rise and start cleaning up the blood. When all that mess has been cleaned, I bandage HABIT up and carried his unconscious form back to his room to heal.

I check the time as I shut the door. 31 minutes had passed.

Oh fuck...

A shadow passes over me and I freeze.

"Time's up. Now it's you're turn." Samuel grabs my arm and drags me back to the Room.

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