I wake up and look around. Steve's by the table, watching me. He sees I'm awake and walks over to me.
"Hey sleepy head." He says before slapping me.
"Fuck." I mumble, the pain to bad to hold in.
He kicks me in my shins and I clench my jaw. I grunt and look up at Steve again.
"I'm pretty sure i've already screamed. Please just. What more do you want from me?" I ask, wanting him to stop.
"To be honest I wasn't going to stop to begin with. I just made something up to mess with you. I'm gonna keep torturing you until eventually you die." He admits and I sigh a sigh of defeat.
He did something to me in my sleep. I know because the pain is much worse than when I passed out. I think it a drug but I'm not sure.
"Your not as fun as when your asleep." Steve says as he walks to my side.
"What?" I ask, confused.
"You haven't figured it out yet?" He asks and I shake my head no.
He takes a step closer to me and lifts up my tank top, revealing multiple bruises and scratches. The bruises I'd expected since he's punched me in my stomach a lot but I have no clue where I got the scratches.
"Where'd those come from?" I ask Steve as I look back up at him.
"Obviously when you pass out I untie you and kick the shit outta you. Jesus your dumb." He says as he lets go of my tank top and backs up.
I move my hand and see a new bruise. Yep. He beat me up in my sleep. I look around my body for other cuts and find a few on my arms. I expect there to be some on my legs but I'm wearing pants so I don't know.
Steve stomps on my foot, stopping me from thinking about it further.
"Shit!" I yell out, squeezing my eyes closed.
I open my eyes and take a sharp breath. He walks back to the table like he's accomplished something. Oh yeah. I screamed. A sign that I was in pain which makes him happy for some fucked up reason.
"You should stop thinking so much and just enjoy things with me." Steve says, looking at me.
He grabs a shot and injects it into the iv. It takes a bit for the drugs to take affect but I start to feel loopy after a while. Steve walks behind me and disappears.
My heart's racing and I keep hallucinating things. The sound of dogs barking. Police sirens. Steve's not even here anymore. I decide to close my eyes since Steve's not in here. It shouldn't hurt.
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Memories are the worst form of torture
ActionJust a small story about a team of crime fighters. One of whom gets kidnapped and tortured! Haha bet you didn't expect that. Well by the title you probably did. Anyway hope you enjoy! Oh and its finished btw. Also pls tell me if you think I should e...
