Cat-Hybrid Task Force 141

TW Torture (12)

Part 12 (TW torture)

I start rocking side to side trying to imagine Price holding me as I try and stop my panic attack from forming. I believe it's the next morning, since I see scientists and soldiers start dragging people into other rooms. I hear screaming and I feel relieved for a second as I get my hearing back, before my body fills with goosebumps. I hear my cell door open as two people walk in, I lift my head up and see Leon with a scientist holding a clipboard. The scientist kneels down next to me as he examines me. I stare into his hungry eyes and growl showing my canines poking through the cloth gag. My tail puffs up as it sways behind me along my back, like a snake.

"I'd step back Vern, that one looks a bit feral" Leon laughs. Vern, the scientist, continues watching me as writes something on his clipboard before he pulls something from his lab pocket.

"It will be more after this" he says holding a veterinary microchip syringe. I push myself back stopping when I hit the corner of the room.

"Please..." I whisper throught my gag as I stare at the horrifyingly large needle.

"Do you mind holding it sir?" Vern asks as he looks at Leon. Leon walks over to me and I lunge at him hissing.

"Woah" Leon takes a step back with a look of amusement on his stupid face. I glare up at him growling with my ears laying flat against my head. Leon scuffs before he quickly grabs the back of my neck and pins me to the ground with a thud. I hiss in pain as Leon places his knee on my back as his hands hold my head still, one hand around my neck the other on my head. I growl trying to get away from the two men but Leons grip only gets tighter around my neck. Vern moves my hair away from my neck before he injects the microchip behind my left ear. I scream in pain as blood trickles down my face, adding to the blood from my ears, struggling under Leons weight.

"Done, you can let it go now, sir" Both of the men step back as I sit up glaring at them growling. Vern takes out a small bulky hand held device while Leon looks over to see and grins.

"Perfect. Now we can now the exact location of this...thing" Leon spits at me.

"What would you like us to do first sir?"

"Mmm...whatever you feel is necessary" Leon states before leaving.

"Yes sir...I need two soldiers to move a hybrid in cell 34" vern speaks into his radio before returning it to his pocket. He kneels next to me, far enough I can't reach him, as he grins wickedly,

"We're going to have some fun with you little hybrid".

I try and hug my knees to make me as small as possible. Maybe if I wish hard enough ill shrink to the size of an ant and leave this hellhole. Yeah I'll just do that. I shut my eyes tightly as I rest my head on my knees wishing to be an ant.

Two soldiers walk in and drag me, by my chain around my neck, through two metal doors with Vern leading them to a room. They chain me to the ceiling by my wrists leaving me hang unable to touch the ground. Vern ushers them out before locking the door behind them. In the room there is a burnt metal barrel with metal rods stacked along the wall. Next to that is a pile of wood, a container of lighter fluid, and matches. Along one of the walls is a metal table lined with horrifying and bloody instruments used for torture. Vern throws some wood and fluid in the barrel before he lights a match setting the wood inside ablaze. He grabs a rod leaning against the wall and places it in the barrel before he walks over to the table humming. I can hear him muttering to himself as he picks up each and every instrument before examining it closely as he side eyes me.

As I watch him it feels like my heart is going to jump out of my chest before the torture even begins. Im gasping for air as I feel my chest tighten making it seem like I can't get enough air in this now smoky room. My gag isn't helping. I shake my head trying to get the smoke to leave my nostrils but it doesn't listen, instead creeping further down into my lungs. I cough on the smoke trying to get fresh air as Vern puts on leather gloves before heading over to the barrel once again. No no no no, please don't, I think.

"Wait please no no i'll do whatever you want. Just please don't hurt me. Please dont burn me please. Im beggin you please" i beg through this stupid gag to Vern, only making him grin grow wider. He walks over to me with the know red metal rod and pulls my sweatpant leg up, before I can beg him anymore he places it against my leg. I scream from the bottom of my lungs as I feel and hear my skin sizzle and pop under the heat of the pole. I try and move my leg away but Vern just holds my leg as he presses the metal further into my leg. The room fills with the smell of cooked flesh and smoke, not a good smell. Vern pulls the rod away now embedded to my skin, making my skin rip along with it. I scream as tears roll down my face, gasping for air. Vern places the rod back in the fire before walking back to the table of instruments. He picks up a whip and starts making new welts and cuts along my body as I scream in agony. As Vern continues my shirt rips under the whip destroying the only thing I have left from the base. Tears roll down the side of my face from the pain and seeing the scent of Price being masked by my blood soaking into my sweatshirt.