"I don't think you understand me..." hissed the agrivated voice hidden in the shadows of the weapons vault. The terrified hostage struggled in his metal chair , bound by chains of wrought iron. The chains seemed to burn and blister where they made contact with skin , causing immense pain to the victim. It was dark in the vault, too dark to clearly observe his features , but his hostile yellow eyes burned brightly with pain in the gloom.
"I won't say a word , torture me all y-".
He screamed in agony , his cries of pain rose in volume and pitch as his hand began to bend backwards in unatural ways. The voice laughed , high and chilling.
"You were saying?" He cackled , and the man stopped screaming, his breathing irregular and frantic. "I-- I'll tell you" he stammered , obviously feeling crushed over his defeat.
"Well. That was easy. I must say , I really assumed you were , well , stronger..." he smiled evilly , and pointed his finger , twisting his wrist. The man in the chair screamed louder , twisting in his chair.
"What are you doing! I told you- OH GOD - please stop!".
"Oh , I know. But this is getting so very fun" he said with an evil from. He dropped his hands to his sides , and meaning forward in his chair , he almost whispered the words.
"Speak mutt".
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The Silent Ones
Teen FictionIn the dark , it's easy to believe that the supernatural are possible. That your worst nightmares can and will come true. And unfortunately for tori , the sun just went down.
