Room 25

This is why it's your fault

"Please, I'm telling you the t-AH!" It had been about an hour since Gunter had started his 'interrogation'. Chris' confidence had completely gone, erased by fear, pain, and exhaustion. Cuts now plastered her body, trickles of blood connecting them like a painting, both fresh and old. Tears stained her face as they poured from red, puffy eyes. Her throat was sore from screams and pleas, begging him to stop, and wounds now wrapped around her wrists and ankles; evidence of her desperate attempts to break free from her torment. She dropped her head, letting her sobs be muffled by her chest. "Please..." Gunter sighed, walking away to the kitchen and dropping the scalpel back in the same glass before turning on the kettle. "I have to say, I'm not impressed. I thought a monster such as you would be able to handle a little pain. Evidently not." He poured the now-boiled water into the glass, adding salt as he stirred the concoction, turning it red with blood. "However, this might make the next hour a lot more fun than I originally thought." Chris' head snapped up, her eyes wide with terror. "W, what are you going to do?" The words barely passed her cracked lips as her throat throbbed from the attempt. Gunter smiled, "That egar?" Gunter tapped the spoon against the glass and placed it on the countertop. He then walked over to his bag and pulled another item out. "No, please, don't! I already told you, I don't know! I'm not a murderer! I swear! Please!" She struggled against the restraints, trying desperately to get away from him as he walked closer towards her. "Liar" Gunter pushed the object into the left side of her torso and pushed the button. Chris screamed as a jolt of electricity flooded her body. She then fell limp as Gunter let go of the button and pulled the tazer away. "How. Many?" Gunter gave the button a quick press, the sound of electricity making Chris flinch. "I told you." Chris lifted her head to face Gunter, looking him in the eyes. Gunter sighed before shoving the tazer into her and shocking her again. "Wrong. Answer."

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Gunter finally finished his torture after a grueling five hours; increasing the torment and pain every hour. Scalpels, tasers, bone breaking, water-boarding. By the end, Chris was broken, both physically and mentally. She now laid a mangled, bloodied mess on the floor. Her restraints had been removed, despite rule number one. But that rule was now redundant, Gunter had made sure of it. She could barely breathe, let alone run out that door. "Look at you, you're pathetic, acting like the victim." Gunter was cleaning up, erasing the evidence of the acts that had taken place only a few moments ago. He finished cleaning his hands and walked over to Chris. He loomed over her, his face unreadable. "It's your own fault you know. If you'd just told me the truth, you wouldn't be in this mess right now." Chris desperately wanted to scream at him, call him out, label him the monster he was. But she couldn't. How could she? Her body was beyond broken, it was mush. All she could do was lay on the floor and try to fight for her life. "You won't die idiot." Chris moved her eyes to look at Gunter who was now sat on the bed, resting against the wall, "I made sure that everything I did wouldn't be fatal. After all, you can't pay for your crimes if you're dead." 'Pay?' Chris' mind began to fill with rage, 'like you haven't already made me pay!?' "Hngggg! tsch! ah!" Chris fell back down to the floor, her breathing now heavier from her attempt to lift herself off the ground. Gunter ran over. "Hey, hey, hey! Don't move dumbass! Do you want to die!?" He paused and sighed as Chris snapped a glare at him. "Fucki- right, let's get you in the shower. Then we can fix you up and get you to bed." He carefully scooped his arms under her armpits and heaved her up. "AHH!" Chris screamed, pain flooded her body. She felt Gunter's arms flinch. "Sorry," he muttered, his eyes had now turned from Chris, and a look of guilt and horror peeked through his face. 'He feels bad' Chris thought as she was dragged to the bathroom, 'He can't even look me in the eyes anymore'. Once at the ensuite, Gunter halted. "I'm going to try and lift you into the tub. There's a stool in it already, I'm guessing that's the owner's idea of disability friendly. Lucky for us tho. In order to do this, I'm going to need to pick you up bridal style so it's gonna hurt like a bitch. I'll try to be as gentle as I can. Ready?" Despite her shock at his change of tone, she decided to not question it and responded with a nod. "Good." Gunter placed her down on the floor and repositioned his grip, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her head. "On three. One, two." He lifted her up, Chris winced in response as she was placed in the tub and Gunter let her go. "I'll be back in 20mins. I'll leave the door open a bit so you can get my attention if you need any help. But don't worry, I'm not going to sneak a peek." He then left, closing the door slightly behind him. Chris was now alone.