Memories are the worst form of torture

Chapter 2

Thana 's p.o.v.

"Run!" I hear Charlie yell from behind me but I can't bring myself to do it.

"Oh, well that's no fun." Steve yells as he chunks the grenade at the team.

I charge at Steve, hoping to catch him off guard. But my plan doesn't work. They never do. Steve grabs my arm and pulls me out the back with him. I try to break free from him but I can't. He grabs a roll of duct tape from his car and tapes my hands together. He then shoves me in a car and drives off.

"You really shouldn't have done that. You could have ran out of the store with the others. Or even died. You could've just stayed in the store and died." Steve says, looking at me in the back seat.

"You do know I can just tuck and roll out the door, right?" I say as I look at the car door.

He locks the car doors and looks at me through the rear view mirror with a smile. "Oh, I'm gonna have fun with you."

He drives me to some abandoned warehouse and forces me inside. I try to get free from his grip but it's no use. He's too strong. He pushes me onto a metal chair and bends down. I go to kick him but he catches my leg and forces it back down.

"If you would stop struggling this would be a lot easier." He states as he starts taping my legs to the chair.

He then tapes my forearms and chest to the chair, laughing as I try to get free.

"Okay, now that you can't escape. What was your plan back there? Tackle me just as the grenade goes off and hope to still make it out in time? Really, you shouldn't be so reckless." Steve says as he walks in a circle around me.

I'm silent, trying to come up with a plan to get out of here. I know my team will try to rescue me but I'm not sure I'll be alive by the time they get here.

"This isn't going to be that fun if you don't make a sound the whole time." Steve says as he grabs another chair and pulls it over.

The chair is facing the door, right in front of me and I watch as he sits in it backwards so he can still face me.

"I don't plan on giving you the satisfaction." I say before he stands up and punches me in the mouth.

I can feel the blood run down my chin. It hurts but not enough to make a fuss about it.

"Your names Thana, right?" Steve says as he grabs a knife from a nearby table.

I don't say anything but he takes it as a yes.

"It's a pretty name. Shame it's wasted on someone like you." He says as he takes a step towards me, towering over me.

"Thanks. It means death." I say, flashing him a bloody smile.

He takes the knife and cuts my left arm, right by the shoulder. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to not scream. When he stops cutting I open my eyes and look down at my arm. Seeing the blood gushing out of it only makes it hurt worse.

"My teams gonna find you. And believe me Eddie and Peyton aren't gonna stop beating you until your dead." I say, trying to make myself sound intimidating.

Then I remember i'm the one strapped to the chair. All of the threats I make won't seem like much. He's the one with the upper hand. I need to just keep quiet and gather some information if I can.

"Yeah, yeah. Their real bad asses. I get it." Steve says before taking the knife and sliding it around my neck.

I gasp and jerk my head up. He doesn't push enough to cut me but it's still as scary knowing all he has to do is push and I could die.

"Not much of a bad ass now are we?" He asks but I don't answer.

He stares at me for a moment, waiting for my reply.

"I'll be sure to tell your team all it took was a knife to the neck and you became a wus." He says with a laugh.

He sighs and puts the knife back on the table.

"Your quite annoying, you know that?" He says and I smile.

I bring my head back down and glare at him. Then he quickly punches me in the nose. It doesn't hurt that much but my eyes begin to water.

"Still staying quiet? I expected you to be a screamer." He says as he steps back just enough to see my face.

"Guess I'm not the screaming type of girl." I say with a fake smile.

"Well, you won't be quiet for long." He says as he picks the knife back up.

He grabs my right wrist and slices it. Its getting harder not scream. The cut on my arm is hurting more now and the added pain of the cut wrist is kind of overwhelming. He punches me in the stomach and the chair scoots back a bit. I swallow hard, trying to ignore the pain.

I watch as he reaches behind him and grabs a taser from a shelf. I try my best not to show that the sight of it scares me but by the laugh that follows I know I did a crappy job of hiding it.

"Oh sugar, don't tell me this scares you." He says as he hits the button on it.

I watch as the electric sparks fly from it. He smiles and steps toward me. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls on it roughly, forcing me to look up at him. He tases me and I clench my jaw, trying my best not to scream. He stops and tosses the taser onto the table. I slump forward, working hard to keep my eyes open.

"Fine I guess we'll do it this way then." He says, clearly annoyed.

I tilt my head up slightly, watching him go behind the shelves and grab something. He returns with a syringe of some kind. He injects me with whatever's inside of it and everything becomes a blur. I know he's standing somewhere in front of me but I can't pinpoint where. I keep getting smacked in the face so I know he's still here somewhere. I see something dart in the corner of my eye and I turn to see there's nothing there. He slaps me again and I look back at him or try to at least.

"L-l-looks liiiike..." I hear Steve speaking.

He's saying something but it sounds like his words are layered. I try to understand but I just can't. He slaps me again and I feel terrified for some reason. I'm not sure what I'm afraid of. I can't tell if it's him or something else. Suddenly I see random colors. It's like everything goes black and white but there's still a rainbow filter over it all.

Then I hear someone's voice again. But it's not Steve's. It sounds like my grandmas voice. I look around in search of her but she's not there. I feel someone grab my neck and soon I go unconscious.