Killing Us Slowly

Chapter 4 Part 1: Captured And Alone

TRIGGER WARNING!! 

TORTURE, GORE, BLOOD AHEAD!!!

Proceed at your own risk.

I cannot stress this enough. 

If you are squeamish around blood and excessive torture, please read the end of the chapter. Skip the first thousand words. UNLESS U WANT ALL OF THE EXPOSITION. 

Riot, Texas and Sierra are captured, in the dense Amazonian rainforest. 

Sierra's POV

0400hours

"Wake up, wake up!" A voice rang out.

Slap!

I felt a slap come across my face. My vision blurred and I looked up. Bolt stood over me, while I was chained down and my suit removed. I spat out more blood but didn't say anything. From my last count, this would be my sixth torture session with Bolt in two hours. 

He was smart, he knew I could heal, so kept my sessions quick but intensely painful. He made sure I healed before continuing, so as to make it more uncomfortable for me. 

But I wasn't going to tell him fuck-all. He can kill me if he wants to, I've been through worse. 

Although the same couldn't be said about Riot and Tex, who also have regular interrogation sessions, but of course were less frequent than mine. 

Bolt sighed, grabbed a surgical scalpel, and drew it down the length of my cheek, drawing blood that dripped into a test tube. I took the time he concentrated to spit into the test tube, turning the blood into a clear liquid. 

Bolt looked up with an evil glare and shoved the scalpel into my shoulder. I said nothing, no emotion, certainly no tears. Bolt stepped away and tossed the test tube into a bin. So far that bin has seen much use, from blood samples to hair sample, and even saliva samples. 

Taking the opportunity to look around, I noticed that the place I was held in was extremely clean, very sterile and very white, only the pool around me gave the room any colour. My blood shone with a deep red, crimson-like. I stared over at the scalpel in my shoulder and struggled to move my shoulder, with no avail. I quickly assessed the damage and realised he hit the spot that connects my artery to the main muscle in control of the shoulder as a whole. 

Basically, my shoulder is unable to move while that scalpel was still inside the muscle, and by the looks of things Bolt would rather remove it first and start asking questions later. 

Bolt dropped to my eye level and started to speak. 

"What else can I take from you, Sierra? Hmm? What...else," I stared into those cold, determined eyes. The same eyes that haunted me from the time we set foot into this damned forest. 

"Nothing else you already know, fucker." I spat, determined to keep everything I knew under my throat. 

Rather die with these secrets than tell them all. 

Bolt chuckled. He stood up and walked away slowly. I turned to face the wall he faced, only to feel shock to run down my face, now covered in blood. Texas hung from chains from the ceiling, but without any injuries.

At least not visible ones. 

Apart from the scar Sigma gave her, a long time ago.

Bolt laughed again and brought up another viewing window, this time of Riot, tied down and surrounded by electric wires and flamethrowers.