Tortured Soul

Chapter 2

(Max's POV)

"Why... Why would he try to kill himself?" I asked.

"I don't know. But I do know that while he was captive he was tortured." The nurse said.

"Why did he say that Max raped him? Max would never do that to his kid." Barney said.

"Jacob's kidnapper used a certain mix of medical items that make the person who takes it hallucinate. It makes them see who they want to see. But everything that happens out of the hallucination is reflected in the hallucination." The nurse said.

"So when Jacob was raped by his kidnapper..." Barney started.

"Jacob thought it was me raping him?" I finished.

(Jacob's POV)

It's not real. Nothing is real anymore. I'm still held captive. This is another illusion. I just want it to stop. I want everything to stop. I want my life to stop.

(!)

I woke up curled on the floor in a ball. I felt cold I looked at myself and saw that I was completely naked. I looked at my wrists and ankles and saw they were chained to the wall behind me. I tried to look around some more but it was too dark to see anything.

"Hehe. Awake now are we?"

"Who are you? And why am I here!" I yelled.

"Don't you remember? It's Josh." Josh said psychotically.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Oh nothing. I'm just going to do a few... Tests... The first of many will be right now." Josh said.

Josh walked up and I saw he had a syringe in his hand. I tried to struggle away but he smacked me in the face.

"Don't struggle!" Josh yelled.

A tear ran down my face as I listened to him. I stopped moving and he injected whatever he had into my body.

"Now I'll let that kick in. I'll be back later." Josh said as he left me alone.

I began to cry softly. The tears ran down my cheeks. I curled back into a ball and started to rock myself back and forth to give a sense of calm. I have no way of getting help. Max thinks I'm at college right now. I'm being held captive by some psycho.

I'm going to be here a long time.

(Timeskip few hours)

It's been a while since Josh injected me with whatever that was. Maybe he won't bother me for a while.

"Jacob?" A familiar voice called out.

"M-max?" I called back.

A figure came into the light and I nearly screamed when I saw who it was.

It was Max.

I jumped up and tried to run up to him but I was held back by my chains.

"Max. Can you free me?" I asked.

"No. You are going to stay there and let me do whatever I want to you." Max said.

I backed away slowly.

"Max. Why are you doing this? I'm your son!" I yelled.

"Not anymore." Max said.

I backed into the wall and stayed up against it. Max grabbed a whip and started to walk up to me. He held his arm back and let the whip crack hitting my chest. I fell to the ground in pain. I was on my hands and knees. My right hand holding my chest where the whip made contact.

I heard another whip crack but no contact was made.

"Get up." Max said.

I reluctantly got up and then Max pinned me against the wall with my stomach in the wall.

"This isn't the only thing I'm going to do to your body." Max said.

"Max. Please don't do this." I whimpered.

"It's too late for that. Now bend over." Max growled.

I didn't do as he said. Max whipped my back making a loud crack as it mad contact. I began to cry softly so he couldn't hear. I bent over and felt Max's hands grab a hold of my hips.

"I won't be gentle." Max said menacingly.

(Current time)

I thought I knew Max. But clearly I didn't. He raped me. Abused me. Tortured me. And worse of all broke me. I don't want to live in a world where my adoption father who "saved" me is the one who tortured me.