Deimos is kidnapped (Not done)

Waking Up (Chapter 1)

Story contains angst, Guns, Torture (not detailed/graphically explained)) , Mentions of blood 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️ (I wrote this a long time ago and never came back to it. Some of this is genuinely the shittiest writing I've ever seen. BUT! I'm interested in the series again and will probably write new chapters that'll actually be decently written. It'll be marked which ones are the newer "better" chapters. Chapters 1-3 are all old, if there's anything after that expect it to be marginally better!)

The hum of a fluorescent light filled the room, quiet keyboard tapping from somewhere across the room, and a presence of someone standing next to me on both sides.

Deimos jolted awake, quickly lifting his head infront of him. He tried to move his arms, to no avail. His arms where bound to his sides, carefully and intricately tied with thick rope around both wrists. Deimos stared blankly at the rope processing what he was looking at. A tear of sweat trickled down his forehead as he silently panicked to himself. "What is happening?" He thought. "What the hell's going on?"

Suddenly, The metallic grinding sound of an opening door caught his attention, bringing the focus infront of him.
A shadowy black figure with red eyes had walked into the room, "Is the setup complete yet?" they asked, turning to an agent sitting at a computer desk to Deimos' left. The agent was typing a line of code that was in unrecognizable. "Yes, Sir." The agent responded, continuing to type. "Good, Then we'll just have to play the waiting game now.."

And just like that, it had already clicked. Deimos realized what was happening. Well- sort of. The reason for his "oh so welcoming" visit here was still beyond him, but he definitely knew who was keeping him here, The Auditor. And knowing that made his heart sink.

"Hey, uh" Deimos decided to break the silence. "Can I have a smoke?"

.... It continued to stay silent for a couple seconds.
The Auditor walked towards him slowly. But instead of stopping infront of Deimos, he walked past him, out of Deimos' field of vision.
Deimos sat looking forward, unaware and slightly worried of what was to come.
After a couple moments, nothing happened.
.....
"...What are you doing?" "Staring at my ass or something?" He remarked, attempting to sound unfazed.

"You two, move him over there." Auditor ordered.

Suddenly, two agents standing next to him had grabbed, and started to lift the chair Deimos was sitting on. "Hey!" Deimos yelled, squirming and struggling frustratingly.

"So, Deimos." The auditor spoke as he was placed infront of him. "It's about time we had a little talk, isn't it?"

Deimos stared at the floor. "I don't see the point of this.." He sighed. "Wouldn't having me dead simply solve all your problems with me?"

"Hmm..." The auditor thought, tilting his head and looking intently at Deimos infront of him. "Giving you an easy way out wouldn't possibly be a reasonable payback for the body count that you've piled up on my doorstep." The Auditor paused. "Just over 100 of my agents, you know."

"124, asshole." Deimos spoke, turning to look up at him.
"One hundred twenty four! Impressive." Auditor responded, "You know, I always deemed you a very special individual." The auditor bent down to Deimos's level. "It's a real shame that you pledged allegiance to the wrong group." He snarked, standing back up.

"Thanks." Deimos replied.

...

"So-"  Deimos spoke again, "Are you going to kick me around or not?"
"Rip out my nails, pull out my teeth, gouge out my eyeballs?.." He asked. "Well, get on with it chief" "Cause really, you're wasting lots of time chatting me up like this."

"Huh." The Auditor acknowledged, "I expected you to be a shit talker." The Auditor reached infront of him, and held Deimos' chin, inspecting his face. "And yes, The eye gouging part wasn't on the list though. But, thanks for the suggestion." He smiled.

**Beep**
The agent at the computer desk turned, "Sir we've got an incoming signal."

**bzzt bzzt**
Just then, Deimos' headphones started to vibrate. "Fuck." Deimos thought. Someone was calling him. He froze and looked towards the computer the agent was sitting at.

Out of all the unrecognizable code, there was one string that was easy to understand.
">connection = established"
">access granted"
The auditor smiled, and quietly pressed a small button on the side of Deimos' headphones.

There was static. until a voice came through.

"crrzt crrzt crrr-"

"Deimos?"