Memories are the worst form of torture

Chapter 5

"Wake the fuck up." Somebody slaps me awake.

I blink a few times, trying to get my eyes to focus. Finally they do and I see Eddie standing in front of me, slightly hunched over with his hands on his knees. I squeeze my eyes shut then open them again, not sure if it's really him.

"E-eddie?" I ask, needing confirmation.

"Ah, you must be hallucinating. It makes since, I did give you that shot. But no, Eddie is not here to save you." Eddie says as he slowly morphs into Steve.

Oh, i was just having hallucinations.

"Sh-shot? What shot?" I ask tiredly as I look around.

My hearts racing for some reason and I can't seem to control my breathing. Steve stands up fully and pops his back by bending backwards.

"Oh, while you were asleep I gave you a shot that induces severe anxiety, disorientation, and hallucinations. Fun! Right!?" Steve's says, clapping excitedly at the end.

Okay, I'm sure of it now. Steve is absolutely insane.

I'd give anything to be back at the office right now. Drinking coffee and chatting with Nova and Peyton before Eddie and Charlie barge in the door saying we got a case. Steve slaps the back of my head, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"It's getting really annoying how you never answer my questions." He says as he leans against the shelf.

"Have you decided what you want from me yet?" I ask in monotone.

"Yeah, I want you to scream. Because knowing that I caused you so much pain, that you screamed, makes me so, so happy." He explains.

So he just wants me to scream? I'd rather die. I may not have much but I do have dignity. So no matter how much I want to scream I'm not going to.

He grabs the needle off the table and walks towards me. I watch him move the sewing needle towards my right shoulder. He slowly stabs me with it. I make a fist with my left hand, knowing if the muscles move in my right arm it will hurt worse.

It doesn't hurt that bad but it hurts enough. He removes the needle and walks back over to the table, putting the needle down. I look down at the blood oozing out of the small puncture wound.

"There's not much muscle in your arm, ya know?" Steve insults me.

I look back at him and remember what he said earlier.

"So what? Just gonna let me bleed to death?" I ask him tiredly.

"I'm not sure if you can bleed to death from a small puncture but hey, you gotta find out some way, right?" He asks as cocks his head to the side slightly.

I can feel the blood trickle down my arm. I hang my head. Even though I just woke up, I'm tired. Then I notice my stomach start hurting. He punched me in the stomach earlier but that shouldn't still be hurting. Oh yeah, I haven't eaten anything this whole time.

"Gonna let me starve to death, too?" I ask, looking up at him slightly.

"Oh right, you need food to survive. Or we could just see which kills you first. That would be fun." He says, hopping onto the table.

"You really are an asshole." I mutter as I look down.

"Finally started the insults, huh?" He asks and I wonder how he knew I was holding them back.

I stay silent, realizing he's done this before. Just like how I know how to interigate people he knows how to torture people.

I grow really tired all of a sudden. I was already quite exhausted but I can barely keep my eyes open now. I look up and realize the iv bag connected to my left arm. It looks just like the ones in hospitals.

"When did you iv me?" I ask, confused.

"When you were asleep. I'm surprised it took you this long to notice it." He says, making eye contact with me as I pass out.