Kickdrum Beating in My Chest Again (Alternate Version)

Chapter 105

!!!!!!!!!!Author's Note!!!!!!!!!!

Hello Everyone! Happy Friday! I hope you all had a good week.  Mine was fine.  I've just been trying to lay low and stay away from people so I don't get sick before my surgery next week. I'm looking forward to the result, but I'm not looking forward to the pain. I have fibromyalgia, which for those who don't know is a chronic pain condition. It's like our nerves are on steroids and we feel pain amplified up to 100% that of what a normal person experiences and we feel that pain more intensely. That gives us a REALLY high pain tolerance, but it's still surgery and it will be very painful. To give you an idea, I had emergency appendix surgery about three years ago. That was probably the most painful thing I've been through including childbirth. I didn't have fibromyalgia then and I had terrible back labor because my son was sunny side up, which means that he was the wrong direction. He was supposed to face my spine, and he was facing my abdomen. I gave in and got an epidural.

Moving on.  I did proofread this chapter, but I was having trouble staying awake, so if I missed something, I'm sorry.  I tried.  Your update next week should be normal and on time.  If it's not, I will do it as soon as I can. The only thing that would be the hold up is the painkillers they put me on and how they effect me. I'm not anticipating it being late but if it is, I'm sorry ahead of time.

Anyways. This week, Brad wakes up in the meeting room in agonizing pain from Gabe burning him and contemplates his decisions that led him here. Gabe goes to shower time and feeds on an inmate. Clark takes Joe and Patrick to shower time and they are attacked by the guy that tried assault him last time, but he's brought help this time. They separate them forcing them to fight them off by themselves. Gabe goes to let Brad out and make sure he got the message.As always, enjoy, tell your friends and if you like feel free to leave me kudos or a comment! Happy reading!

Chapter 105

*******Trigger Warning for Graphic Violence, Gore, and Mentions of Torture*******

Brad wakes up and finds that he is lying on the floor of the meeting room that Shane and his cronies trapped him in and where Gabe had spent much of the evening burning him. He was in an exorbitant amount of pain because Gabe had burned him long enough to burn through his skin, and into some of his muscles. When Shane and Gabe had beaten the shit out of him, many different parts of his muscles went flying everywhere, which only added to the agonizing pain. The last thing he remembered was Gabe kicking him repeatedly in what would've been Brad's gut region, making sure that his message had been received, and that Brad had learned his lesson. Then Gabe banged his head against the ground, which made Brad lose consciousness. Now he was awake curled up in a ball on the floor in incredible pain, unable to move if he tried. Most of his body had been burned away, and what was left was a pile of muscle and bones. He was still blind, but he could imagine what the room looked like after the beating with pieces of tissue and muscle flying all over the place. Aside from the pain, Brad felt nauseous, but managed to keep himself from vomiting. The worst part of what Gabe had done was that he couldn't even start to regenerate now for twelve hours, meaning he was completely helpless and had no choice but to lay there in utter torment with only his thoughts to keep him company. Every time the air or heat in the room turned on and blew over what was left of his body, it would increase his pain one-hundred times at least. Brad's voice was completely gone from screaming so loud for so long because of the pain he was experiencing.

Since he had nothing but time, he thought about how he'd gotten into this mess in the first place. There was the obvious reason that he'd defied Gabe's orders, fed on Stump in his extremely weakened state, accidentally killed him, brought him back, and begged him to lie for him so Gabe didn't know what he'd done. While he regretted the decision, he lives in that moment for a few minutes, remembering how heavenly Stump's blood had tasted. It was like drinking the nectar of the Gods! Stump's blood was the perfect mix of sweetness, which included notes of maraschino cherries, sweet strawberries, and watermelon. It was so smooth, silky, full-bodied, fruity, had an amazing aroma, brilliance, buttery, had great depth and finesse, and exhibited a wonderful finish. Stump's blood reminded him of the fine wines he used to drink when he was a human. He'd even used the same terms describing wine when describing the taste of Stump's blood. It was almost irresistible and when consumed in large quantities gave him the feeling of a happy drunk, at least what he remembers being a happy drunk was like so many centuries ago. That part of it had been totally worth it, however, he knew the repercussions would be disastrous for him. Brad was nothing if not always looking out for himself. In hindsight, it was a really stupid decision. He should've just fed on Trohman when he'd offered himself to him, but hindsight is always better than foresight, which was a lesson that Brad was learning very quickly.