When The Past Catches Up (Rivamika)

Torture

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~Mikasa's pov~ (One hour before Levi comes)

I woke up in a chair. My wrists were trapped inside metal cuff that wrapped all the way around them. My ankles had the same thing. The whole chair was metal expect of the cushions I was sitting on. I was in a room that was brightly lit with white walls stained with blood. I looked to the side to see multiple tools that looked like items used to torture people. My breathing quickened, knowing what was coming next.

"Well look who is up." Ryan said evilly setting out from behind me. He had a crazy look in his eyes. "I bet you figured out that this room is my personal human torture room. Where I take all of my prey that tries to run away and show them who's boss." He said smiling. I was too scared to speak. He picked up one of the tools. "See this Mikasa. This is used to tear fingernails off, very painfully." He said moving closer to me. He lined it up with my pinky nail. He pressed it down slowly. I screamed as her pushed it all the way down. It ripped my fingernail off in one long and slow movement. The blood fell of my finger down to the floor. He did the same to the next, only the pain got worst. I screamed louder and louder. Tears streamed down my face by the time the third fingernail was torn off.

"Stop it please!" I screamed as I tried to get out of the chair. He slammed it down missing half of my fingernail ripping into my skin and pulling it off. He laughed as I cried in pain.

"Now I have to do it again on the other side since you couldn't keep still and made it miss. You see the more you resist the worst you make it." He said slamming it down on the other side ripping off my skin and rest of my nail. He finished my left hand then moved to the right. "Five more and the first part it done." He said twisting something on it. "This should make it a lot more painful." He laughed slamming it down. It went deeper in my skin under my nail, ripping the first layer with the nail. It drew more blood than before. The stinging increased. I screamed repeatedly begging him to stop. He just smirked and twisted it again. It went deeper and harder every time he twisted the nob. On my last finger he twisted it till it couldn't twist anymore. He slammed it down taking of half of the top of my finger. He pulled away watching me scream and cry laughing as if he was watching a comedy show. He walked over to the table again and picked up a bottle. He unscrewed the cap pouring it on were my fingernails used to be. It sent thrilling stinging through my hands. "This is a special substance that some of my other members made to increase the pain in deep cuts. I usually pour this one before since it rides right up your vains." It did my arms hurt all the way up. "I figured since you were especially bad that I give you more pain." He said pouring more on my hands. I arched my back trembling from all the pain rushing through my body.

After about ten minutes of screaming and crying, the pain slowly died down. My lips were dry, my throat sore. "Please. No more." I said weakly. He laughed shaking his head picking up sharp and big scissors abou the size of my leg and brought them over to me.

"This is the last of your punishment. Having your fingers cut off one by one then your hands." He said lining the scissors up with my index finger. I shook my head starting to cry again.

"No. No! Please don't! Please!" I beg trying to move my fingers out of the way. He laughed more and moved the blades so the connected with each other after they cut my finger off. The pain went right trough my arms and through my body. I was damn sure the surface could hear me screaming. Right before he could cut another one off a huge bang came from above.

"What the hell was that!" He yelled up the stairs. Gavin came running down terrified.

"It's him! He has already killed everyone except for m-" He was cut off as a bullet cut right through his head. Ryan moved quickly over to me and pulled a knife to my neck. A steady pounding of boats walked down the stairs. Then stopped. What sounded like someone reloading a gun echoed through the walls. Then they stepped around the corner.