The Eye Of The Beholder

Chapter 14: Torture

Spiderman

I lick across my front teeth and spit my blood at the feet of the man torturing me.

"Is that all you got?" I mutter weakly.

He snarls and I get brass knuckles to the face. I cough up a little blood. I let my head hang and I can feel my nose bleed slowly start to run down.

Anytime now, Wade...

My torturer grabs the back of my mask pulling my head back.

"I get you until Ajax says otherwise. So tell me something." He grabs his knife again. "Slow and painful, or quick and...well...painful?" He chuckles to himself as if that was funny. And drags the knife across my chest, cutting through my suit to my skin. The wound oozes blood. He gets just a little too close, and I headbutt him. He staggers backwards. I can tell that really pissed him off. He digs a dagger into my thigh and I yelp in pain. I throw my head back trying not to scream. The pressure on my ankles is suddenly lessened and then back again.

I look down and see him tying my ankles together. Once its tight enough for his liking, he throws the rope over a bar thats pretty close to the ceiling.
The tears welling up in my eyes start to sting.

"Get his hands," he hisses to his co-torturer.

The other guy who has thus far been standing in the corner saying nothing, his eyes almost glazed over, walks forward, and uncuffs my arm from the chair. I start to struggle but he's got to be like 6' 7" or 6' 8" and probably weighs like twice as much as me. My arm wasn't going anywhere.

He uncuffs my other arm and wrenches them both behind my back and zip-ties them back together.

The leader of the two hauls me into the air with the rope and I can feel my weight tugging at my ankles. I wriggle a little trying to break the zip-ties or at least stop them from cutting into my skin. I can only make it worse...

Mullet man pulls out a whip. "Is Deadpool planning to save you any time soon? Because I can only torture you so much before you die."

"Kill me."

He looks confused.

"Go on. Take a stab. Put a bullet in my brain. But the moment Deadpool comes and finds me dead, you will be in my position." I snicker. "And he will be in yours."

"Is that supposed to scare me?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Absolutely. I don't know if you know this, but Deadpool can't die. He's been poisoned, shot, cut to pieces, burned in a fire, and even had all his limbs cut off. Multiple times each. He won't die. Ever. His healing factor is too strong." Yeah, I'm exaggerating but staying alive is my main concern right now. "And there's no way to get rid of him. So even if you kill me and escape somehow, he will eventually find you and he will spend the rest of his ever eternal life, making yours a living hell. So trust me, you should be terrified."

The bigger, silent guy takes a small step back into his corner. Still barely any emotion in his eyes, but what I can see, is fear.

"Well, I doubt he will ever find you."

Lash after lash after lash. Scream after scream after scream. A pool of blood is starting to gather underneath me. I can feel the air on my face where I've been beaten so brutally my mask is starting to rip.

"Now here's what we're gonna do. I'm gonna make a call, and you are going to be a good little damsel in distress and cry for help." He pulls a phone from his pocket.

I can barely breathe.

He says something into the phone about something you want or something like that. I'm too focused on trying to breathe that I'm not listening.

"Say something to your boyfriend." He puts the phone in front of my face.

"...Deadpool....please..." I groan.

"The boss told you he had other options," he says with a chuckle.

He pulls the phone away from his head quickly as if there was a loud noise then taps it twice before putting it in his pocket.

"Looks like we're gonna have some company. And he is going to watch you die." He puts a knife up to my face, taunting me with it.

It's not long before we hear shooting outside the room.

"What the hell?" Mullet says. "Go check it out."

Still he large man says nothing and does as he's told.

Mullet pulls out the whip again.

CRACK!

"AHHHH!" I wail. My skin is on fire.

CRACK!

I scream even louder. There are so many cuts on my body that if I weren't hanging from the ceiling, I'd be screaming anyway.

He sets the whip down and yanks the knife from my thigh, which is met by another scream from my lips. Just as Wade kicks down the door, my eyes force themselves shut and my body winds down. I've had to have lost a lot of blood. I need to take....a nap....