Deadly Alliance

6- Pain

Rage.

Grief.

Alone.

Death.

Peyton felt all these things and was so filled with it that her actions were blinded. She had drug Ryan and to an abandoned barn in the middle of a dense forest. There was a concrete basement in it and Peyton had put him down there on the floor- still tied up. She did her best so if someone did come in the barn, they wouldn't know if anyone was here. She was getting tired of waiting and left to grab a bucket of cold water from a small stream nearby.

Ryan jerked awake when a sudden cold splash of water was dumped on his face. Everything was dark and he couldn't move. The darkness was a blindfold over his eyes and he realized he was zip tied at his wrist and ankles at least twice. He tried standing but couldn't with his hands behind his back. Suddenly, a hard kick to the face sent him back on the floor and groaning in pain. 

"Ah!" The blindfold was ripped off his head and the light blinded him for a moment before adjusting. Ryan opened his eyes and saw a dark hooded figure right in front of him. "What do you want?"

"For you to feel my pain." The figure kicked him in the stomach before punching him in the face again. Ryan could never see their face and didn't recognize their voice, so he didn't know why he was their target. The person pulled out a knife and went behind him. Ryan thought for a second they would cut the zip ties, but that perished when they dug the knife into his bicep. Ryan almost screamed when they pulled it out out. Blood started to flow down his arm and onto the floor. The torturer then ripped his shirt at the shoulder and sliced across this skin in some sort of pattern. 

Ryan tried so hard to move his body to try and at least escape, but that only caused more pain and the knife dig deeper into his skin. "P- please."

"What, does it hurt? I hope it does because that's how I felt when you murdered my family," the mystery person said. Ryan was breathing hard and staring at the opposite concrete wall when the hooded figure walked in front of him. They took their hood off- revealing their dark blonde hair and emotion-filled face. The same face Ryan couldn't read that night in the house...

"Peyton?"

Peyton didn't show any emotion behind those stone eyes as she threw a knife into Ryan's thigh.

"Ah- ahh." Teeth gritted and eyes closed, a single tear rolled out of his eye onto the floor. Peyton didn't care what he felt and left the room- not bothering to remove the blade.

Just a couple hours Ryan has been here and he is already in so much pain.

What does Peyton plan to do to me?

The stinging in Ryan's thigh has gone down and as long as he doesn't move, he can handle it. It feels like the blade is touching his bone, but who knows. There was so much blood though from his leg, arm and shoulder. It pooled around him and stained his clothes while making the room smell. Ryan was laying there for a long time thinking about a lot of things when the door opened once again. Peyton came in with a roll of bandage and a water bottle. She carelessly pulled the knife out and Ryan gasped from the sudden wave of pain. She then poured water over it- washing away the blood and making it sting like the devil. She wrapped it and did the same thing to Ryan's arm and shoulder. She never said anything the whole time.

"Peyton."

Peyton was behind still wrapping the last of Ryan's arm and didn't say anything. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I-"

"I don't care what you have to say Ryan. You took everything from me." Peyton stood and kicked his back before turning the light off and shutting the door. Ryan was in complete darkness and tried to get some rest, but being tied up on the hard floor and not being able to move did not help in the slightest. After a long while, he was finally able to sleep.