Caught Red Handed

Chapter Twenty-One, Devil's Tango

Tom's Perspective

Now with me in a secluded cell away from Matt and Edd, chained to the wall and stripped once more, I was extremely pissed. Pat hadn't come to see me, probably because Tord had found him out for letting me free. I was all alone with the sniffles, in a freezing cell. I wanted to cry. I'm back at square one. Kidnapped, alone, and at Tord's mercy. What a pitiful, worthless position to be in. It's not as though anyone would hear or see me if I cried, so I let the small tears run down my face. You may be wondering, why can't I just go into beast form and wreck this place? Simple, he had the pesky electric collar back on my neck. Every time my anger bubbled up, it would intensely shock me to the point that my brains felt fried. So here I am, laying alone in a cold cell with salty tears streaking down my cheeks. I just want to be home. I want to be with Edd and Matt. They're my home, no matter where we are. I listened to my own quiet sobbing, which was interrupted by familiar heels hitting the smooth dungeon floor. I quickly held back my tears and attempted to breathe, though I was still choking and hiccuping. "Aww~ how sad~ Well, this is your punishment. And this time, I think I'll punish you much more than before. I was soft on you, and now I don't feel any sympathy towards you." Tord said as he unlocked the cell door, walking in and grinning with clear ill intent. He approached me with the red knife I knew too well gripped in hand. "Oh Thomas, you look so pitiful dangling there on the wall with beautiful tears on your fair face. You never cease to charm me with your pathetic mess of a soul." He said and leaned down, wiping my tears away. Since when did Tord talk so poetically? Maybe he's a writer and I never knew. "Please let me -hic- leave.. Please." I begged and attempted to pull away from his hands. He crouched down to my level and held both sides of my face in his hands, staring contently at me. "Should we play the same old song we've always played? Me taunting you until you break?" The halfling purred and ran his robotic hand through my messy hair. "I'm perfectly okay with that~ seeing you crushed under my power for once makes me so hot and bothered." He sickly admitted and gripped my hair. "Or, you can give in and let me treat you to a life of luxury, in return for a few teeny tiny conditions." He proposed and tugged on my hair harshly. I winced and stared at his metal hand angrily. My hair wasn't that sensitive or anything, but it still hurt and aggravated me. "I'm not doing anything for you, stupid Communist. I'm not falling for your tricks, your temptations." I growled and relaxed slightly when his hand stoped pulling on my hair. "Fine then, I'll just start with my punishments for you. I win either way." He said without remorse and let go of my face, standing up. He slowly walked over the the rack on the barren wall decorated with torture devices, picking out a coarse rope and a painful looking whip. My muscles tensed with fear as he approached me, over so carefully un-cuffing me and tying my wrists up behind my back. I glared at him and attempted to stop his efforts, only to be thrown onto the grown on my stomach. I growled loudly at the demon-spawn and turned to look back at him, seeing his whip in hand. He looked so eager to hurt me, he even liked it. What a sadist. Tord raised up the black whip as he stood over me, looking extremely menacing. "Don't do this Tord." I sternly urged him, though fear filled my heart as he raised the whip more. I tensed in preparation for the pain, holding back a scream at the first lashing. Tears spilled out of my empty eyes as the feeling of newly scored skin burned more and more. "Good job Thomas~ again." The sick sadist said before whipping my back once again. I bit the inside of my gums to keep from screaming, more tears threatening to escape from my eyelid. Tord laughed at my suffering and whipped me once more, making redder marks over the previously swelling ones. I cried out in pain and tears streamed down my face. It hurt worse than Tord kicking me in the nuts, and that's really painful. "Aw~ you're crying. Maybe if you hadn't run from me, you wouldn't be stuck in this situation." He said with the whip raised. I glared at the abuser and looked away, not wanting to see such a vile man. Tord yanked me up from the ground by my hair and made me stare at him. "Want to hear the conditions yet?" He asked and growled, trying to intimidate me. "No." I spat and winced when he threw me to the ground. After many more minutes of being relentlessly whipped, Tord seemed to grow bored and dropped the now bloody whip on the ground. "Well, I'm still unsatisfied with your pain. You aren't even afraid of me, are you?" He questioned, though I had no will to reply. I just want to get away. I want to run. I feel sleepy. "Well, no matter. I might as well go back to work. Good bye Thomas~." He purred and walked away, which caused me to relax. Even though my back and arms were in pain, at least my torturer is gone. My pain slowly swelled down as my body got used to the stinging, but it was still really painful. Not to mention, my back is totally going to get infected. I laid on the ground with old tears on my face, hopelessly trapped. I waited for anything, anything to come. I was waiting for God knows how long, until I heard soldier boots approaching. I tensed up and attempted to sit up to look at the person, struggling because of how my wrists were tied. I didn't recognize the person who came into the cell, but they recognized me. "Oh Blue Angel! I can't believe that Red Leader did this to you!" The unfamiliar soldier said and bent down, examining my wounds. "I'm not sure if you remember me- but I'm Peter Nilsen. I can't risk treason right now, so I can't really help you.. But I can at least give you some food. Don't tell anyone please." Peter begged and took out a small bag he had been keeping under his coat. He pulled out a small wrapped dish and helped prop me up against a wall. "I hope this will help at least a little.." he said with clear pity and hand-fed me some delicious noodles and vegetables of different sorts with chopsticks. "Do you like it?" He asked worriedly and stopped mid-feed. "Yeah, please keep going." I requested and opened my mouth. Peter smiled and continued to feed me, eventually emptying out the plate. "I also brought you this." He said and carefully took out a thermos. I stared eagerly at the cold liquid filled object as he opened it, revealing a bottle full of fresh water. It was no Smirnoff, but it would have to do. "Open up." He instructed quietly and I opened my mouth slightly, feeling refreshed at the taste of cold water. It was like I was drinking straight from a mountain's stream. "Careful, you don't want to choke after all." The timid and nice boy said before pulling the cup away momentarily. I took a few breaths and gratefully smiled at the sweet hearted boy. Peter continued to help me slowly drink the water, jumping and dropping the almost empty bottle when he heard footsteps swiftly approaching. Two soldiers ran into the unlocked cell with guns at the ready. "Peter. How could you do this?" The blond man said with a look of clear betrayal and disappointment. Peter looked away ashamed and slowly got up with his hands up. "I'm sorry Dante.. I won't resist." He said with clear guilt as the blond boy approached him. "Maybe Red Leader won't have you killed.. Please come with me." Dante said and took away Peter's gun. He then cuffed the kind soul and escorted him out, while the other soldier supervised. The supervisor came over and picked up the food and water, not speaking a word before leaving. He barely glanced at me, locking the door behind himself and helping escort Peter out. I sighed sadly and pushed myself back into a corner. Peter's a good soul, and Tord's ruling with an iron fist. I hope the poor boy doesn't get executed.