All The Time in the World [1] // the flash

30: Sticks and Stones

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Gen's eyes slowly opened, she could already feel a migraine forming in the back of her head. It also didn't help that her wrists and ankles were strapped to a cold metal table. She slowly lifted her head and looked around the room.

She saw a decent sized window in the far corner, maybe just half a foot taller than her. Everything else was plain. The cement walls were painted a faded cream color, some of the paint chipping off the corners of the walls. The metal door faced her, rust covering a good quarter of it.

She pulled against the restraints, but no luck. That's when she noticed her attire...oh and the growing pain in her right shoulder blade. She tried pulling at the leather restraints again, but the movement caused her to hiss from the pain. She grunted in frustration and laid her head back down.

"I'm so screwed," she muttered.

The door opened and a familiar voice echoed through the room, "That you are most certainly right about my princess."

Gen's head snapped up, causing her to wince in pain, and looked across the room at the man who walked in. His hands were folded behind his back, causing his button down shirt to pull on itself. His sleeves were rolled up, showing the beginning of many tattoos. His hair was slicked back, making the scar across his face visible. He couldn't be more than 40 years old.

He had walked towards her, causing Gen to tense up. He reached out his hand and lightly stroked her cheek. She gritted her teeth and wiped her face at from his touch as best she could. "Get away from me you son of a-"

"Now now now, no need for name calling my dear. I'm not your enemy." The man dropped his hand and began pacing alongside the metal table. Gen eyed him wearily, a sick feeling forming in the pit of her stomach.

"What the hell is this? Are you the one who has been after me?" Gen gritted her teeth and pulled on the restraints some more.

"I've been trying to save you my sweet butterfly," he reached under the table and pulled out a small black duffle bag. "You must see the error of you ways."

He began to open the bag and pulled out different metal tools. Some of which Gen had never seen before. That made her extremely nervous.

He picked up a pocket knife and clipped it open. He brought the knife towards her cheek and without warning dragged it fron her cheek bone to her chin. Gen hissed in pain and tried to move her face away from the knife. "What the hell was that for?"

"In case you had any ideas," he closed the knife and slipped it into his pocket. He reached back into the bag and pulled out disposable gloves. That's when the torture started.

For more than a week Gen's screams could be heard through the metal door and down the hallway clear as day. She withered, bit, kicked, and screamed until she tasted blood because her throat was so sore. Cuts, bruises, and gashes covered her body. The only thing that kept her wide awake was the simple thought of wrapping her fingers around his throat and squeezing until he fell limp.

Out of nowhere she found herself screaming out a single name, "Barry! Barry please!" Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and a soft sob left her lips. Finally the cutting stopped.

"Do my ears decieve me? It's sounds like someone is in love," he chuckled.

Gen panted and slowly turned her head to glare at him, "What are you talking about?"

"Well," he put the tools down and took off his gloves, "usually when someone is in such distress they call out for a loved one. Sometimes its for a parents or sibling, but you...you called out for Barry. I'm assuming we're talking about Mr. Allen here?"

Gen felt bile rise in her throat. He knew. This sick bastard knew about her feelings for Barry. Even though she kept her stone cold expression she was crying on the inside. Her mind was racing and she tried her best not to break out in a crying fit.

"As a matter of fact, I'd love to meet this lover of yours. I might just pay him a visit."

Gen's eyes widened and she began pulling at her restraints. "No, there's no need to do that."

"Oh but my dear, there is," and with that he backed away and walked out the door, leaving a helpess Gen tied to a table.

A/N: Ok guys we are reaching the end of the book, I know it's quite sad. But good news! I see a sequel in the near future! I honestly couldn't thank you all enough for your love and support. Ok, on to the next chapter!