The Chaos Insurgency

Revelations

Crack!

I gritted my teeth at the impact of the whip slashing my bare exposed back. The pain burned with fiery, unforgiving intensity as I gasped for air. I could feel the blood slipping down my back from the previous lashing. Shackles were secured around my wrist, binding me to the wall. My punishment for my negligence and supposed lying.

Crack!

A scream of pain escaped my lips, my brave demeanour decomposing rapidly. I could imagine the mouth of my attacker curling up in satisfaction. The punishment session had already been going for half an hour. Tears began to form in my eyes as the pain roared. Then the words I was hoping for graced my ears.

"You're done," my punisher barked.

His rough hands unlocked the shackles from my wrists, dropping them to the stone floor. I picked up my white shirt which had been carelessly cast to the dirtiest corner of the room. Despite the blood that still painted my back, I put it on with great difficultly as the wounds screamed with even the smallest movements. Ignoring the smirk that was plastered on my punisher's face, I ascended the stairs leading up out of the dark dungeon, trying my best to hide the pain and discomfort. The fondness and high regard I once had for Dr Lancur was dissipating for subjecting me to such cruelty. It was the next day and I had been dragged out of bed first thing in the morning to undergo my punishment. My hands clenched into fists as I finally reached the blinding well lit corridors of the headquarters. Hatred coursed through my veins, directed purely toward the distinguished doctor. Well, not entirely. My hate also transferred to the reason I was punished in the first place. I broke into a power walk which transformed into a run, my feet taking me to the containment room of SCP 106. I ignored the burning pain that had started its chorus of complaint and continued to run. In a matter of minutes, I was standing in front of the cell of SCP 106 or Larry as I called him, glaring at him.

"What?" Larry was clearly no longer shy about talking as he regarded me. "What did I do now?"

"You know what you did," I wasn't in the mood for his feigned obliviousness.

"No, I don't know what I did," Larry continued being cheeky. "If I did, I wouldn't have asked you."

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you have landed me in?" I gritted my teeth.

"Oh.........." Larry acted as if he had just realised now. "That. Yeah, I don't care."

"Well, I hope you're happy," I said, sarcastically.

"What did they do?" Larry asked. "Turn you into a cleaner?"

In response, I removed my shirt which had blood staining the fabric and exposed my wounded back to him. I heard an audible gasp as he took in the sight.

However, he only replied with, "Must have hurt."

"That's all?" I snapped, covering myself with my shirt again.

With a growl of anger, I kicked the bars of his cell in frustration. The impact sent a throbbing pain in my foot but I ignored it, too angry to care. Larry did not even flinch and just regarded me with bemusement.

"You have some serious anger issues," he remarked calmly.

"Why didn't you say anything?" I hissed, gripping one of the bars. "When Dr Lancur asked you to speak, why did you go silent?"

Larry continued his calm demeanour, wearing that snarky smile I so despised.

"Why should I do you any sort of favour?" he questioned me. "You're the reason I'm in this prison in the first place."

"So, you did this out of spite?" I said incredulously.

"Partially," he admitted. "But mostly because I refuse to converse with the human pestilence."