Admiring You | Scott McCall

Ambrosia is Tortured

** Graphic, Gory Description **

Third person 

Ambrosia was tossed harshly into a small storage container and then strapped into a wooden chair. It resembled that of the electric chair. She was strapped in with leather cuffs that were soaked in vervain and had it woven into the seams. She awoke as they put the last handcuff on; the sizzling sounds of her skin taking up all the space in the silent room. Kate and her two goons walked out somehow alive. "Know if you hadn't vervained me, like the cowards you are, you would all be dead!" She struggled, and just as she thought she had made enough progress and built enough pain tolerance, it happened. The air began to burn her and her throat. Her eyes felt like hundreds of needles were stabbing her repeatedly. She whimpered in pain, and that alone intensified the pain. Her throat felt like she was swallowing razor blades, and she once swallowed one to see if she could pass it or if it would get stuck. "Is that all you got bitch." Ambrosia says her voice hoarse and throat bloody. She gathers blood in her mouth, spitting at the window. Kate gets pissed and the two men enter hooking her up to IV lines. Vervain is pumped through her veins, burning her veins. She lets out a scream that could be heard throughout the tunnels under the Hale house.

In the other room

Derek is forced to listen to the screams of his friend. He listens to her, begging them to stop but still never giving anything up to them. She was strong, but even he knew eventually you would break or for her turn it off. He knew vampires had a switch she wouldn't be scared, and the pain, though still real, would lessen, although she may give away what she was hiding. Derek debated on screaming for her to turn it off but decided against it if anyone could go through this, it be the 1000 year old vampire. Eventually, the speakers stop playing her screams, and he is left to hearing just her whimpers and small gasps of pain as she tries to breathe. Kate enters with an evil smirk. "Do you like your free entertainment? Aren't we quite the host letting you have a radio." Suddely, the screams turned to gurgling, and Kate held up the phone to his face. She had a stake stabbed through her throat and pencil dipped in what is most likely vervain in every finger and the middle of her hands. Blood was pooling underneath her on the concrete floor. Her skin is still red from the exposure to the vervain air. Every time he looked away, he would be electrocuted and forced to watch. "Ahhhhhh!" The scream echoed throughout the room. "Go to hell, you sick bastard." "Careful what you say and do their are consequences to your actions." Kate turns on a TV displaying the storage container she is locked in. This time, she is in her seat, her head hanging forwards, eyes dropping, unconsciousness taking over. She knew she could do it she's done it before, turn it off, then back on, but not yet because she will get lost in it... again.
As her eyes finally close, liquid pours down, and Derek is forced to watch her skin borderline melt off her as she screams. He didn't even have to be in the room to know you'd be able to smell her skin burning. It's a smell that stays in your nostrils for a lifetime, and a smell that just thinking about it makes it invade your senses; after all, he would know. He watched as her skin mended, and then they used a flamethrower on her. She painfully healed from the burns. I wonder if that is how my uncle felt while healing. What hurt worse, though, was her calling Scott's, Stiles', and Derek's name begging them to save her. But Stiles was at the formal miles away, and Scott was at the school trying to pick up Ambrosia scent. He wanted to see if her scent was on Allison because then he would know Ambrosia was being held at the Argent's house or somewhere Allison has been. Unfortunately, even dancing with her after sneaking into the dance, he couldn't catch a whiff. Too much perfume and cologne had been sprayed and surrounded them. He also said he had something to tell her but for a whiff of peter and had to go quickly. He hid the pain well, but he could feel her pain. It's how he knows she is alive because he could still feel her.