Deception

Months: Emotional

Some of the wounds had started to scar over, Stiles could feel the one on his face start to dry up and crinkle, he knew he probably looked hideous, under weight with scar after scar and fresh wounds. Sometimes it felt like he had difficulty breathing. 

He had started to feel something hollow inside him, something was emptied out until nothing resided in it. All he really knew was pain, barely paying attention to what was going on anymore.  So when Fritz spoke to him he didn't register it at first.

"Hey! You listening to me!" She snapped, clicking her fingers in front of his face. 

Stiles eyes focused more, looking at her, breathing hard. 

"As I said before, we're going to be using a different tactic today, though don't worry, everything else will still be the same" 

Before he could respond Fritz hand came out from nowhere, pressing one of her fingers on his temples hard. There was a painful tug in his mind.

He couldn't stop himself as he fell into unconscious and something pressing in his mind. 

From then on the torture was completely different, he was in the same red reality but with something tugging at his mind, his stomach twisting. Fritz wasn't there. 

"This is interesting, you really do have a lot of emotions bottled up inside you, don't you?"

Stiles eyes widened, he could hear her, in his head.

"What do you want to try first Mieczyslaw? How about...this one?"

Then before he could even think what that meant, his heart started to ache, his stomach sinking and insides twisting. His eyes tearing up. Stiles didn't understand why he suddenly felt like this but he couldn't stop the tears then soon the racking sobs that took hold of his body. He could barely breath, his chest to tight. 

Before his blurry vision Fritz appeared out of no where in front of him. 

"Wow, you have got a lot of grief in that head of yours, who's it for I wonder?" 

Greif... 

Thats what this was... 

Why his heart felt like it was desperately missing someone, yearning for their touch, calling out to someone who was no longer there. 

Stiles knew who it was, knew where the grief was from, he'd just been a kid back then. He hadn't really understood. But he knew now. 

It was grief from her bed in hospital and her bed in the coffin. 

Mother.... 

Fritz whip came out again then, saying something along the lines of getting back to business. And thats what it was like from now on. 

Before the physical torture began Fritz could go into his head and bring out an emotion, that would overwhelm him, then the physical torture started. 

Physical and emotional. 

Sometimes she brought out rage, other times loneliness but it was mostly grief and helplessness, venerability. 

Then she'd leave him for the day, always coming back the next day. She'd leave him with that emotion and it be up to him to grapple with it and push it back from where she got it from. Now he was not only hurting all over but hurting inside as well, emotionally drained. 

Stiles didn't know how much more of this he could take. 

Was becoming one of them really worth this? 

He kept on telling himself it would end soon but it never seemed to, he wasn't even sure how long it had been since the pack had left him here, which only fuelled his rage at them abandoning him to this- this torture.

His lowest point came in his thoughts, where he wished he was dead, to stop the pain but he knew the sorcerers wouldn't allow that. Then to his surprise Stiles had realised he'd meant it. He'd wished he was dead many times in his life but he'd never actually meant it...until now. 

He'd cried himself to sleep that night, only to be woken up two hours later, soaking wet water trickling down his face. 

When would this end?