Memories are the worst form of torture

Chapter 6

I wake up to a shoe being thrown at me. I look down at the shoe and then up at Steve. He's still sitting on the table, now missing a shoe.

"Couldn't have got up and hit me yourself?" I ask a stupid smart ass question and he hops off the table, slapping me across the face.

"Listen." Steve says, grabbing me by my hair. "Next time you fall asleep you won't wake up. So I'd suggest trying to stay awake from now on."

He tugs on my hair, the sudden pain making me wince. He looks at me sternly. I want to stay awake I really do. I just can't.

"You've got me hopped up on so many drugs I can't stay awake." I state and he laughs.

"Yeah, it wouldn't be fun if you could stay awake easily." He replies, beginning to circle me again.

He punches me in the gut and I make an 'oof' sound. I gasp for air and he puts another drug in the iv.

"Your really not giving me a fighting chance are you?" I ask, throwing my head back to look at him.

"No. Your gonna die here." He says as I start rocking, trying to stay awake.

He eyes me closely, looking me up and down.

"I've had others like you. Desperately clinging to life. I'm just glad your not like my last one. He was extremely suicidal and actually liked the pain. He-" Steve says and I start drifting off.

I snap back awake, shaking my head back and forth.

"I'm awake! I'm awake! Please don't! Please!" I plead as I continue shaking my head.

"Wow you actually believed I would kill you if you fell asleep? How pathetic." He insults me.

I stop shaking my head and realize my arms aren't tied to the chair anymore. I try to lift them but I can't. I try again, becoming more and more afraid by the second.

"Oh yeah. That should wear off in a few minutes." He notices me trying to move my arms. "But in the meantime."

He grabs one of my wrists and flips it over, my palm now facing down. He grabs some duct tape and tapes my arm down to the arm rest of the chair. He does the same to my other arm.

"Why were they untied??" I gain ability to move my fingers and I wiggle them around.

"That's for me to know and you to freak out about." He says as he grabs two zip ties and zip ties my wrists to the chair again.

"Why duct tape and zip ties?" I ask, attempting to move my elbows around.

"Your not that good for a supposed crime fighter, ya know that?." He asks and walks over to the table.

He grabs the knife and walks over to me. I close my eyes, not wanting to see what's gonna happen next. He pulls on my hair with one hand -surely ripping some hair out- and puts the knife behind my right ear as if he was gonna cut it off. He waits for my reaction. After a while of me not reacting he applies a bit of pressure and I open my eyes. I can feel some blood running down my neck. I try moving my head but it just hurts more because of how tight he's holding my hair.

"No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Please don't. Please. I'll- I'll give you anything. All the information you want. Please just don't." I give in and beg, just like he wanted me to.

He takes the knife and walks back over to the table. I can see his smile as he leans back on the table. I sigh, realizing what I've done.

"Wow. It only took you a few days to start begging." He says and I slump forward.

He walks back over to me with the knife still in his hand. He puts it up to my throat and just like before i gasp and throw my head up, trying to avoid the knife.

He pushes the knife just a bit and it cuts me. I'm in so much pain I don't think I can take it. He stops cutting me and throws the knife back on the table.

"Oh God." I slump forward again.

"Relax. It's not deep enough to kill you." He calms me as he uses his hand to lift my chin, revealing the cut.

He lets go of my chin, letting my head hang low again. He pulls his fist back, getting ready to punch me. I brace myself and he punches me right in the jaw. Suddenly everything goes black.