Geekular COMPLETED

Chapter 60

In and out, I have been going. No light shows where I am being held. My body feels naked. Shivering as I lay on the ground, bringing my legs towards my chest, wrapping them for warmth, but no avail. Voices comes and goes, but I could not put a name to those. Food and water - once in a awhile. Restraints hold me, weighing me down.

Sedation. Restraint. Hunger. Cold.

It has been - God knows how long I've been trap here. Recently, they stop sedating me and I could feel my conscious coming back. Blinking rapidly, I still see darkness surrounds me. Sitting up, having my back against the wall, I hear the metal of my restraints scratching against the ground. Waiting. Waiting for any visit, I just sit. Then, as I suspect, I see the metal door sliding open and the person who stands in the open is the person I already knew who would do this.

"Hello, Scott." his deep voice cause hair to stand, sounding almost satanic.

Looking straight at him, I try to yell, but possibly comes out raspy due to lack of hydration, "go to hell Mr. Phillips!"

Walking in the room, I hear him snort. "You see - that is where you'll be going, you little queer."

We, both, stay silent; me glaring at him as he walks closer and closer to me with an evil smirk. Directly in front of me now, he kneels down to my level, still having that smirk I would really love to smack at. My gaze is anywhere but him, feeling very uncomfortable, but also boiling with anger. He, then, cups my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"This would have never happened if you would just stayed away from my son."

"You see -" using his own words "even if I did stayed away, Nolan would've still learn that he's not who he was. You think that a person who's considered to be a homosexual is the major factor of a change in sexuality. There's more to it and the world cannot explain those more. You're too homophobic to realize that we had no choice; we were born this way. Not only a homophobic, but you're a really terrible father. You cheated on your family. You kidnapped your own son! And now what? You're going to torture us; possibly kill us, for being who we are, who were are born as?"

Spit angry fiery words right him earns me a smack to the face. The throbbing on my cheek tells me that that it would be a bruise in a bit.

"I love my son; I do. But I don't want him to be like this." seeing his eyes scan my body, I know his emphasis of this. "I can't afford to have a faggot as a son."

Boiling pot of anger tips over and fills me up as I try to have my hands around his neck - only to be push back against the wall, hitting my head afterwards.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU WOULD KILL YOUR OWN SON!" I manage to yell even when my throat is dry; pure rage can be seen from my face. With the close proximity and my raised voice, the smirk on Mr. Phillips face hasn't change one bit.

"Well, both of you would be gone before someone could find you." he gets up and heads out of the room. Before exiting, two built guys walk in; one holding a whip and the other with a piece of cloth. Fear ignite within me as the two guys walk towards me. Seeing the door closing behind them, I start to scream and thrash, but then, the noise of my screams subsides when the guy with the cloth wraps it around my mouth and ties the cloth behind my head. Once that was done, the whipping begins and my screams continue.

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It could be days – weeks – that passed and I can't feel anything ... Anymore ... Even after every torture I've been put through, after every cold night, laying nakedly on the floor, after every open healed wounds,  I can't feel anything.

No pain.

No coldness.

No hunger.

Nothing.