Hello Mr. E. Nigma

Torture

Dedicated to: Zozoeebo and

MayaRose3

As I walked through the doors before me and I see a sight that no one should ever have to see. There, tied up to a chair before me was Loreli. She was gagged, and bruised, her clothing was torn, her face covered in dirt and blood. Her once perfectly shaped lips were now busted and her life filled eyes were now filled with fear and sadness. Her wrists were raw from struggling to get away. As I entered the room she froze, tears gathering in her eyes when she looked upon me. Soft sobs turned more frantic when she longed for me to be closer.

I started making my way to her only to be pulled back by two strong men. "Let me go! You a**holes! Let go of me! Loreli!" I reached for her but it was pointless. Falcone walked up beside me a joyful smile engraved on his features. "What did you do to her?!"

"I just had her kicked around a bit. I figured it'd make you more... Sympathetic." he walked over to Loreli whose breathing picked up in fear. He grabbed her face, her cheeks smooshed in his grasp. "Such a pretty face."

"Get your filthy hands off of her!!"

Smack! Loreli whimpered at the pain on her cheek.

"Loreli!" I yelled, worried.

"I do hate being told what to do." Falcone muttered. "Get him a seat boys. He's gonna be here a while." Upon those words I was pushed and strapped into a chair. They pushed the chair forward so that I was only a little ways from Loreli. She looks so helpless and I can't do anything to stop this. "Let's review shall we?" Falcone begins. "You two fell in love with each other. Did he take you to dinner?" he nudged her but only got a death glare. Despite her attitude he continued, "And everything was good until you tried to ruin me. Punishment is necessary.". He waved his hand at his men, signaling them to begin with what they were hired to do.

Loreli's POV

Falcone signaled to his men and I already knew the meaning of it. Edward didn't. But once they pulled back his head to look at me I think he knew all too well. They punched me, kicked me, cut me, and Edward was forced to watch. I couldn't feel my face anymore, I couldn't feel anything. He'd cry out demanding for them to stop, cursing at them and calling for me to hold on. I was slipping, his words becoming more slurred and unrecognizable. I could still see him however, tears streaking down his face, struggling to get to me, so desperate to save me. And it all went black.

While I was out I just remembered everything that I had with Edward. Everything everyone made him out to be was a lie. I remember his first riddle he told me in that dumb email chat we had going on: When my first is a task to a young girl of spirit, and my second confines her to finish the piece, how hard is her fate! But how great is her merit! If by taking my whole she effects her release!

I couldn't come up with the answer for that one. He ended up telling me a while later. It was a hemlock, a poisonous plant. I don't know why but after he told me I found it to be amusing.

I woke up a little while later. Edwards head was soaked with water. His brown hair hanging over his face as he appeared to be hunched over and looking at the ground. A small puddle gathered below him from the dripping wet hair. I also noticed some ice cubes surrounding him, they dumped ice water on him to calm him down then? "Edward?" I ask, hoping he's okay.

He nodded and that was all. He didn't look up. Maybe he couldn't, or just couldn't bring himself to. Which ever one it was it worried me. We were alone for that moment and I wish I had known that it'd be so brief or I would have said something encouraging or useful. Two men came in followed by Falcone, " Oh good you're up!" He said with apparent excitement. And so it began again, for another hour until something changed in Edward. He couldn't take it, me being hurt repeatedly while he was able to just sit there unharmed. But I was happy it was me, no one ever wants to see the person they love be hurt. Not even if it means getting yourself hurt in the process. As they beat me a sound echoed the room. It was enough to make the men stop and listen. The sound was emerging from Edward, and it was more of a whisper but he grew more confident with each passing second. These words were riddles.

" Riddle me this: What always murmurs but never talks, always runs but never walks, has a bed but never sleeps and has a mouth but never speaks. Answer: A river.
Riddle me this: I travel all over the world, but always stay in my corner. What am I? Answer: A stamp."

He didn't give anytime for them to respond. I didn't get it, what's going on? "Eddie?"

He didn't answer, "Riddle me this: What has 13 hearts, but no other organs? Answer : A deck of playing cards."

One of the men grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Ed looked at him with dead eyes. It was like no one was there but a shell. That's what this was. He couldn't take it. He couldn't take the fact that I was here and begging tortured before him. So he restored to retreating into himself until everything is right. All that was left was his riddles. The man yelled at him, "Hey! Hey!"

"Riddle me this: Why can't someone living in Maine be buried in Florida? Answer: Because he's still living." he chuckled with that one.

The man was having enough, "Freak what the hell is wrong with you!!?" he punched Ed, breaking his nose.

"Edward!!!" I screamed.

"Riddle me this: What starts with a P, ends with an E, and has thousands of letters? Answer: A Post Office." he was hit again. It was like he couldn't feel anything. And suddenly.... Darkness consumed the room. And the yells of Falcone's men was all that could be heard.