Summer Camp

Chapter Thirty Six

There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon
And even sometimes he would go away, too
Then one night, as I closed my eyes
I saw a shadow flying high
He came to me with the sweetest smile
Told me he wanted to talk for awhile

~Lost Boy, Ruth B

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**Jace's POV**

"Wake up, pretty boy." A sharp voice pulled me out of my forced state of unconsciousness.

I groaned as a lifted my head, it didn't seem like the guards handled me very well. 

"In pain," asked the same voice, "Good." It was a guard with short blond hair, and a scar on his cheek.

"You didn't have to knock me out," I said. I was laying on cold concrete flooring. It was a small room, and the only light was coming from outside the door where the guard was. 

"Your right," he said, "But I wanted to."

I sighed, putting a hand against my throbbing head. "Why am I here."

The man laughed at me, "If you're going to pretend to be a guard, make sure that the person the you were sent to is at the castle. Good try though."

"What," I asked, "I am a guard." I had to make this convincing.

"Yeah, and I'm the King," said the man laughing, "Your funny pretty boy, but now we gotta go. Come on."

"Where do you want to take me," I asked, standing up. I moaned as my bones creaked and cracked. Passing out, being dragged down stairs, and sleeping on concrete weren't very good for your back. 

"We gotta start the torture sometime," he said chuckling, "Now come on." 

I walked out of the room knocking my shoulder into him on the way. I knew that I could take the guy, and once I knew where we were I would take of.

"Don't think about doing anything stupid," said that guy pulling a gun out. He took it off of safety, and pushed me a head of him. He pushed me across from the room that I was in, into a smaller room. The man shut the door, and locked it, moving across the room he exited another door. 

I walked to the door that he had just locked, and tried it. I smashed into it with my already aching shoulder. I went to the other door, trying to open it, but it was also locked. I went to the first door and punched it with my fist. I groaned and grabbed my hand. That hurt like hell. 

"That wasn't smart was it," said the guy, who was locking the second door behind him once again. He was with another guy, and they had brought in a chair.

The chair was dark with lots of straps. They positioned the chair in the middle of the room. And the new guy grabbed me, pushing me into it before I knew it. The quickly had both of my wrists strapped into the chair.

"What is this," I asked, trying to get my hands free. The guys locked in my ankles and my chest, they left the forehead strap undone. One guy was about to put a ball gag on me, but the first told him not to.

"I want to hear him scream," he said.

"Would you care to explain what you are doing," I asked calmly, though I was freaking out inside. 

"I told you already," said the guy annoyed.

"Fine, then would you at least tell me your name?"

"Matt," said the man. As he plugged the chair into an outlet.

"Why-," I started. But it ended with a scream of pain as the chair sent an electrical current through my body.

This wasn't going to be fun at all.