Lances POV
I heard a soft knock on my door. "Come in." I said. Banyan walked into my room. He looked tired and stressed. He sat down on the bed next to me. I rubbed his shoulders, and he relaxed. "What's wrong?" I asked him. "I've just had a lot of stress and lately, and no way to suppress it." He replied. "But I think I've found one." He said, raising something from behind his back. He hit me over the head with it, and all I saw was black.
I woke up in a cold, dark room. I was chained down, and I could hear the noise of water dripping down onto the cold, dark floor. "Hello?" I called out. "Banyan you little shit, let me out of here!" I yelled. Just as I was finishing my sentence, he appeared in the doorway. But he wasn't as always. There was no emotion on his face. He was a cold block of stone. " I've been waiting for you to wake up." He said. He walked up to me and ran his cold, icy fingers through my hair. His touch usually felt warm, but not today. Every word he spoke had a mean, harsh tone to it. He opened up a small steel cupboard and took out what looked to be a scalpel. He made a small incision on my arm, and licked up the blood. I screamed, more out of shock than pain. He paced around me. "That's right. Be scared of me. Scream. No one can hear you." He said. A vacant look filled his eyes. he put the scalpel back in the cupboard and took out another object, what looked to be a carrot peeler. "Keep that thing the fuck away from me!" I tried to yell, but my voice escaped as a squeak. "Shut up bitch." He barked at me. His hand flew across my face, leaving a trail of stinging welts behind. He took the peeler and stoked a strip of skin on my chest. He slowly took the sharp metal blade and ran it across my chest and abdomen many times, leaving red, bleeding wounds behind. The cuts hurt like hell. He put the skin that had been peeled away and laid it on a side table. "For later." He said to me. He then reached into the cabinet of death again, and pulled out what looked to be of cylindrical shape. As he got closer I realized what it was. Salt. He poured the tiny grains all over my body. The pain I was feeling was indescribable, unimaginable. And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, he took his fingers and rubbed every grain if salt deeper into my skin. I felt the blood gushing out if every tiny wound. "Now, I wouldn't want you to bleed out yet. The fun has just begun." He took a container of what seemed to be rats, and emptied them out under me. He began to make noise, which scared the rats. They tried to burrow into my skin, making tiny little claw marks everywhere. One of them successfully bit through my skin and burrowed inside. I screamed in agony, and as the pain subsided from shock, the room went black. My last thoughts were "it's all over now" as I drifted off into eternal slumber.
