Short Stories

Foreshadowing

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TW: Violence, Blood

For mature audiences only as it contains scenes of violence and mentions of blood and death. And swearing. 

Zayne gripped Damien's black hair tightly, forcing Damien to look up at him. Sweat and blood dripped down Damien's face, his eyes looking dreary but still holding on. His clothes were ripped and covered in blood from the deep cuts all over his body. A metallic device held him down on his knees, clasping his hands and feet behind him.

Zayne held Damien's head in place by the hair and punched in him the stomach. Damien coughed up blood as air escaped his body. Zayne stood up, pushing Damien's head to the floor as he let him go. Damien grunted as it pulled his spine and stretched the cuts on his back.

Zayne waited a moment for a response, Damien's head dangling with defeat. He quickly grew impatient and planted his foot in the side of Damien's face. As he brought his foot back he noticed the bloodied shoe and clicked his tongue in disappointment. He managed to go this whole session without getting blood on him. This was why he didn't usually deal with the pitiful creatures they imprisoned.

He looked back up at Damien, seeing that he still wasn't responding.
"Turn up the Voltage" Zayne gestured to his assistant standing by the controls. His assistant nodded, changing a few things and pushing the red lever. Damien screamed as electricity surged through his body. He had endured months of this pain, but it was not getting any easier.

After a long few seconds, the electricity stopped but was still pulsing through his body. Zayne kneeled in front of him, "We can keep doing this, or you can extract the object. Up to you." Damien's head hung low, unable and unwilling to move. Zayne stood and turned toward the door. He glanced down at the cylindrical object a few metres away from the freak. It was unknown what was inside the cylinder, but it was certain this boy could open it.

"I'll let you think about it," Zayne started toward the door, smart enough to not touch the boy anymore. He walked across the long bridge connecting the door and the island that Damien was chained down. The room was large and round, built to contain great powers. Not necessary for this one, but still better to be precautious. Zayne and his assistant walked through the metallic door and locked it behind them.

Zayne walked to the camera room and stood behind the employee's watching the cameras.
"I was hoping that he would finally crack..." Zayne stated. He had this boy contained for at least 3 months, deprived of food and social interaction. Only the occasional worker would enter to give him a small amount of food and torture him for a while.
"I'll go in there again tomorrow to see if he will concede, or if we need to put him through worse conditions."

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The sound of footsteps echoed through the room, bouncing off every metal panel. A pair of footsteps walked across the bridge and stopped in front of Damien. Zayne waited for a few minutes; the freak had not reacted in the slightest since they entered.
"Well? Made up your mind yet?" Zayne finally spoke.
"I'm done," Damien barely spoke, continuing to stare at the floor. Zayne tilted his head, surprised that he spoke but confused by his words, "you're done? Does that mean you'll extract the object?" There was only silence.