Wingless ~Book Two of Winged~

Captured

I feel heavy and groggy as I begin to stir awake. I open my eyes only to immediately shut them again, blinded by the stark white all around me combined with bright lights. I lift my head and squint around the room I am in. My wrists are bound with metal restraints to the cold hard metal chair I am sitting in. My ankles are bound by the same restraints. Near me is a metal table with various torture tools spread across it. Across from me, his face stares at me with concern, Etheriel. He is bound by the same restraints as me.

"Etheriel..." My voice breaks from being dehydrated and he shakes his head slowly, keeping his mouth shut. "Where are we?" I question quietly.

"Heaven..." He whispers and he looks down into his lap. Heaven... This is Heaven? A door that blends into the stark white walls opens with a slight click and a man in about his fifties walks through and shuts it behind him. He is wearing an apron over his formal clothing. He walks over to the metal table, scanning it's contents before turning toward us a small smile on his pink lips.

"Greetings, Trinity... Etheriel." He says and walks a couple feet until he is standing right in front of me. His hand strikes out, slapping me across the face. The side of my face stings with a slight tingling sensations and tears well up in my eyes, but I keep them at bay. He roughly grabs my chin; his fingers pressing in my cheeks, making me look up at him. "You were a pain in the ass to capture." He says then drops my chin and turns, walking back to the table. His fingertips brush across multiple tools before picking up a simple scalpel. He slowly walks back to me. His eyes scan my body before he pushes the point of the scalpel to my arm and begins to twist as he pushes it down, drawing blood. I cry out and look away. He stops drilling into my arm with it and I feel blood run down the side of my arm. He pushes my chin up to look at him with his fingers and his eyes scan every detail of my face before putting the scalpel up to my cheek. He tilts his head as he stares down at me and as he pushes down and drags the blade across my cheek I bite my lip to keep myself from crying out.

"Stop..." Etheriel says and the man turns to look at him and it allows me to also see him. His eyes are pained although nothing physical is being done to him. The man raises his eyebrows at him.

"Stop what? Stop this?" He quickly slices into my arm just below where he twisted a hole. I whimper and continue to bite my lip, drawing blood. He goes back to the table and puts down the bloody scalpel. He scans the table once more before coming back empty handed. He cracks his knuckles before punching me squarely in the jaw. I spit out blood from biting the inside of my cheek and I can barely recover from the punch before he punches me again and I cry out. He winds his arm back and punches me in the ribs.

"Stop..." Etheriel begs, pain in his voice. The man looks back at him and my head hangs low.

"If you say so..." The man leaves me and goes to the metal table. I can barely look up to see Etheriel staring at me, eyes full of pain and concern. I watch the man grab a wrench and walk over to Etheriel. "You asked for it..." The man lifts the wrench and brings it down on Etheriel's fingers. Etheriel holds back a sign of his pain and shuts his eyes tightly. A low laugh comes from the man as he brings it down again on Etheriel's knuckles. I stare, feeling blood run down my neck from the deep cut on my cheek and it hugs my collarbone before continuing its path down. And he brings it down again.

"Stop!" I scream, preferring that the man torture me. He only acknowledges what I am saying with a chuckle. And again. I flinch as the wrench comes in contact with Etheriel's bloody knuckles. The man goes to the table and picks up the scalpel still covered in my blood. He looks at Etheriel before making his way to me, smiling.

"No!" Etheriel shouts, struggling against his restraints. The man stops in front of me and digs the scalpel into the cut already present on my cheek. It begins to bleed more profusely and he drags the scalpel down my other arm once before walking back to Etheriel. Blood runs down across Dominic's sigil as the man suddenly stabs the scalpel into Etheriel's arm. He lets out a small groan of pain.