{tw - torture and mentions of blood}
YOUR EYES SLOWLY open, greeted by a blazing, fluorescent light.
It hurts your eyes, and as you stretch out your aching body, you realise you can't move your hands.
You slowly come to your senses, your eyes fully opening as your body wakes up. You look up at your hands that are tied to the roof of an unfamiliar room you assume you are locked in, wrists together as you are suspended in the air with the balls of your heels balancing on the cement beneath you.
Your hands shake and your bottom lip quivers, the cold air of the room brushing against the bare skin of your arms. Your jacket has been removed, and you are only wearing the basic vest and jeans you had already been wearing prior to the car crash.
You swallow in fear, closing your eyes in hopes that everything will just go away if you do so. Like a child who cowers under their blanket, hiding away from the make believe monsters in their head. Except, your monsters are very much real.
A door that you hadn't originally noticed swings open, revealing two shadows behind it. One steps forward into the light, revealing the guilty face of Detective Corales. If there's anything you hate more than criminals, it's corrupt officers, and that only makes your hatred towards him grow.
He had been so quick to judge you when you had arrived to help, yet here he stands now, on the wrong side of the law.
Your attention is soon brought to the second shadow, and although it should be easy to guess who it could be, building fear refuses to let you admit it. Until the light shines on his foul face.
The sickening smirk that tugs his lips is enough to make you turn away. His presence is enough to scare away a child, and even from a distance you feel like you can smell his rotten breath.
Your father.
He nods at Corales who exits the room briefly, returning with a tray on wheels, filled with all forms of torture on top. You gulp, undoubtedly these weapons are for you.
"I made you a promise, Y/n. I said I would put you through hell," your father says slowly, removing a sharp blade from the tray, "And I will keep that promise."
The blade is pressed against the exposed skin of your stomach, and you press your lips together to prevent any painful noise from escaping. You can feel the blood dripping down, but yet you still refuse to make a single noise.
Your father takes a step back, a look of admiration on his face as he sets the blade down.
Your eyes travel to Corales who watches from a distance, and an idea pops into your mind. If he doesn't know that your father had anything to with his brothers death, then perhaps you can use it against him. You know there's no other way out of this place, so trying will surely not be the worst thing that could happen.
"He murdered your brother, Corales!" You exclaim, too overcome with pain to have a calm voice.
Corales freezes, turning and looking at your father suspiciously.
"She's lying." Your father shrugs.
You shake your head rapidly as the adrenaline builds, "I have no reason to lie. I was there, at his apartment. I saw his body."
He shakes his head, "I spoke to him this morning...he's not...he's..."
"He's dead, Detective." You assure, and although it may sound insensitive, you couldn't worry too much for your captor's feelings right now, "He had a photo, a family photo. Except you weren't in it. And there was an 'x'. Right over his face."
Corales snaps his head in your father's direction, his furrowed brows proving there is a part of him that might believe you. You only hope that that is the case, because if it's not, then you may not have another way out of here. At least not alive.
Corales leaps towards your father, and a fight ensues; punches are thrown, random objects are launched, and you just have to sit there and watch. You watch as Corales is pushed up against the wall, your father patting the tray beside him, quickly picking up a blade and bringing it to the detective's neck. He wastes no time in dragging it across his skin, blood pooling out and all over his hands. You turn your head away and close your eyes, wanting to throw up at the sight of Corales' limp body on the floor.
"Don't throw up yet, Y/n." Your father smirks, "We're only just getting started."
As he takes the few steps towards you with the blade in his hand, you realise your only opportunity to escape this place now lays dead on the floor.
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