I live for you.

Chapter 9 - Torture

The morning after the party I rolled out of bed numbly. It took too much alchol to give us a hangover. So we got a sweet buzz is all. I was still in the tight leather jump suit from the day before that I had shed blood in. 

Castor came through the door as I sat on the bed and ran my hand through my black curly hair. Feeling  the ribbons wound in it pass beneath my finger tips. The inside of the mask was quite comfortable on my face. Comfortable enough to sleep in anyway. 

He smiled at me from my door way. He walked over and grabbed my hands helping my rise from my bed. 

"Today," He said caressing the exposed part of my face gently "You are going to have a treat."

I looked up at him and examined his piercing blue and grey eyes searching my soul. His thin lips stretched into a smile for me. His hand dropped and he took mine leading me out of the room and down the hall through the smithing room again to the room with the mirrors on it. He walked me over to on of the panels and opened it. It let out a whoosh of air. He lead me inside and showed me that it was an observation room. Used to look in on the people inside the mirrored room. 

"Stay here for a moment while we get prepared," He asked of me sweetly. Leaving me in the room where there were comfy chairs to sit back on.

I watched the ceiling, repeatedly pushing thoughts from my head. After a long period of time where I counted holes in the ceiling tiles, Castor finally came back. He smiled and motioned for me to come in to the mirrored room. I glanced through the observation window and saw a man tied to a chair and blind folded. 

Castor lead me into the room and helped me into my holsters. I was covered with weapons by the time we were done. There was a bucket of water with a wash cloth hanging over the side next to the leaning man in the middle of the room. His knee was bandaged sloppily and his breathing was fast. 

Castor smiled and laughed. 

"You are not to speak a word," He commanded to me. 

I nodded numbly trying to decide what to think about the current situation. 

"Mr. Stark," said Castor circling Tony. Castor laughed darkly and Tony's head whipped around toward the sound. 

"You are to do as you know of as I motion," Castor said to me. Making intense eye contact then smiling back down at the bound Stark. 

He was half naked only wearing boxers. I could see that his wrists were already bloody from the ropes along with his ankles. 

"I am going to ask you a couple of questions Mr.Stark." He laughed again. "I certainly hope you answer them. And if not then... well"

He smiled broadly down at Tony and ripped a knife from his holster on his hip. He slashed quickly across Tony's cheek. Tony arched his back and hissed through his teeth. His hiss turned into a laugh. 

"Is that all?" he asked in mock disappointment. "I was hoping for a real show."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll get one" replied Castor angrily. "Now Mr. Stark, before one Evangeline Scagilla's death you set her down as the soul receiver of your estate is that correct?"

"Yes," answered Tony confused "So?"

"We simply request you do something similar." said Castor with a shrug. 

"And what is that?" asked Tony angrily

"All we ask Tony, is that you cooperate." said Castor sympathetically "We are aware of the great loss you have recently suffered. We will attempt to ease your pain but that is only achievable by you answering our questions without you asking your own!"