The Evil Within-The Final Showdown

Hero

"That's right," Ruvik crooned. "More blood."

I gave a cry of pain as Ruvik twisted his blade into my hip, the fresh cut seeping crimson blood. The torture had been endless, crude blades entering my flesh as the barbed wire seemed to grow more taunt around my trapped body. I struggled uselessly against my painful bonds but knew there was no way I was going to save myself now.  I looked up to see if I could pull my wrists free of the binding barbed wire but that task seemed impossible. It wound around my wrists before spiralling up and around a circular metal disc. The several cuts Ruvik had streaked across my flesh burned with intense pain. He had also taken the liberty of opening the stitches Mobius had done for me, reopening the old wounds. I gave a shuddering cry as I felt the blood slip down from the open cuts on my cheeks, travelling to my lips where it dried. I tasted the sharp, metallic flavour and started to gag.

"What's the matter, Seb?" Ruvik feigned sympathy. "Are you in pain?"

I did not answer the disgusting villain and simply spat out blood at his bare, scarred feet. He gave a small laugh of satisfaction and cupped my chin with his hand. I adopted a technique I had used at Beacon Mental Hospital and stared at the ground, refusing to make eye contact.

"Such a pathetic little thing," Ruvik smirked. "So helpless and weak."

I struggled uselessly but the barbed wire bound my movement. Instead, I gave a cry of pain as Ruvik ran his fingers across the scars.

"Do you want to die, Seb?" he questioned me. "Do you want me to end it all for you?"

I refused to answer and instead continued to stare at the ground. Rage was sketched across his burnt features.

"Answer me!" he roared, slapping me hard. "Do you want to die?!"

"Yes........" I was barely audible.

"Louder!" he screamed, slapping me again. "Do you want to die?!"

"Yes!" I screamed back, sobs shaking my body.

His anger subsided as he stepped back and observed me.

"Well, your wish will have to wait," Ruvik said simply. "There is much more torture to endure."

I allowed the tears of shame and fear fall as they mixed with my blood. I gave a few pathetic sobs, feeling all strength flee me.

Ruvik suddenly looked displeased. He roughly grabbed me by my hair and painfully jerked my head upwards to face him.

"Stop your crying!" he shouted. "All you have done is cry and sob like a newborn baby! You truly have changed, Seb!"

"Why do you care?" I cried even more. "You won! What more do you want?! Just kill me and get it over with!"

His features softened as he began to smile and release my hair.

"Why Seb, you must put on a fight first," he reminded me. "So far you have given me very little resistance. You are depriving me of enjoyment. I almost feel as if you are liking this."

"Are you not enjoying yourself?" I spat bitterly. "You've been torturing me for what feels like a day and yet you're not happy?"

"Hmmmm, it confuses me too," he admitted. "I guess more torture will need to be conducted so I can truly get the feel of it."

His stained blade raised itself to my eye and I gulped at the thought of what damage it was about to do.

"I think you can afford to lose an eye," Ruvik smirked.

I prepared myself for the unbearable pain when the cave began to vibrate. The ground shook as if an earthquake had infiltrated Ruvik's reality. Ruvik lowered his blade and turned around, his usual smirk transforming into a frown.