I Guess We're Lucky

The Fun Continues

     Stiles groaned as he climbed his way back to consciousness. Why did his entire body ache? He tried to shift onto his elbows, but didn't get very far when he moved and his shoulder burst in pain. It brought tears to his eyes and he let out a hiss. What could have possibly caused his shoulder to hurt this bad? 

     Blurry images flashed through his mind as he laid on the ground sucking in heavy breaths. He was fighting someone, and they were really strong. He was surprised to see them. Then they- no, he took Stiles somewhere. A building of some sort. A warehouse. A warehouse! Stiles remembered everything and jerked up onto his elbows suddenly.

     The world tilted and his stomach sloshed. His bare chest and shoulder hurt really fucking bad. Donovan was the one who took him, to get to his dad. He tortured him and kept hitting him. Oh shit! His dad! He sent a picture of him to his dad! He couldn't see him like this, it would rip him apart. Hopefully Scott and Malia were there to keep his dad calm. 

      Suddenly his arms were too weak to hold him up anymore and he collapsed back onto the ground and smacked his head on the ground. Shit, he had to stop hurting his head, it was really pounding and it was wet with blood in the back and on his forehead. Donovan did this just for some revenge for something that wasn't his dad's fault. What a dick. 

     His thoughts were interrupted when Stiles heard footsteps approaching. He turned his head to see Donovan rounding a stack of crates and heading for him. By the looks of the giant wall behind him they were in the very back, or a side maybe? Rows of crates were lined up perpendicular to the little area Donovan had set up. 

     Stiles pushed up onto his elbows, then his hands and got his butt under him so he could sit up, but it wasn't an easy task. The pain had him panting and shaky. He saw a circle of mountain ash around him and their little area of fun. Donovan stepped across it and over to a table

     "And how are we feeling Stiles?" Donovan asked with a cheery smile on his face.

     Stiles gave an annoyed and exasperated look before rolling his eyes and replying, "Fuck you."

     "I wouldn't be so rude Stiles, your the one who can't even stand up right now. Besides we have more work to do. I got a reply from your dad, he said he would be here tonight."

     Stiles looked down at his hands. He had to get out of here, he wasn't constrained right now but he was extremely weak. He had to try for his dad. He looked at Donovan then scrambled onto his knees quickly trying to crawl away so he could gain his footing. In four long strides Donovan was up behind him and bent over to hook his arms under his armpits. He pulled him up to his feet then began dragging him backwards to the chair. Stiles fought harder. 

     "No! Stop!" Stiles tried to struggle out of his grasp but Donovan scraped his finger over the cuts on his chest. "Gahhhhhhhh!" Stiles gasped out squeezing his eyes shut.

     "Stiles I really wish you would just stop making this so hard on yourself", Donovan said walking away after dumping Stiles in the chair. "Wait. No I don't. This is a lot of fun Stiles I have to be honest", he said letting out a little crazed laugh.

     "What the hell is wrong with you? What kind of person enjoys this?" Stiles asked sitting up in his chair. 

     Donovan only laughed then turned around to his bag on the table. He pulled something out and began messing with it, Stiles couldn't see what it was and honestly didn't want to. 

     "I have learned a lot about you Stiles. I know about the Nogitsune too." Stiles' face turned stony and eyes darkened. "Man, Stiles. What kind of person enjoys brutally killing all those innocent people in terrible ways?" He asked turning around. Stiles looked away. He wouldn't listen to this. "You have a lot of blood on your hands don't you? You still feel guilty though don't you?" When Stiles kept looking down at his lap Donovan only laughed. "I think, it's about time someone did something about everything you did. You should be punished." Donovan said holding up something.

     When Stiles finally looked up he saw that it was a few wires attached to a small machine on the table. Donovan sat them back down on the table and grabbed the ductape before walking back over to Stiles. Stiles tried to get up and run, but Donovan only pushed him on the chest and held him in place. He sat the ductape down on Stiles' lap before landing hard blow on Stiles' face, knocking his head backwards. While he was dazed Donovan quickly secured his wrists and ankles down. When he was satisfied, he walked back over to the table. 

     "Maybe you should feel what those poor people at the hospital felt", he said picking up the wires and running them along the floor over to Stiles. Grabbing what looked like a large bandage he went over to Stiles and placed the ends of three of the wires across Stiles' stomach, and securing them in place with the bandage. Stiles recognized what this was, he had seen it used on many werewolves, but not humans, which is what he was. 

     He secured the other three wires on his injured shoulder. Laughing when Stiles grunted and grit his teeth in pain. What a dick. Stiles really didn't want this to happen. He hoped at any second he would hear Scott running around the corner to save him. But he wouldn't be able to get across the mountain ash anyway. And he would be trapped outside the circle, watching Stiles be tortured. Maybe it was best if Scott wasn't here.

     Donovan was over by the machine, fiddling with a small panel when he spoke. "Well Stiles, this is gonna hurt like a bitch. But you should suffer, just like Isaac did. When he was electrocuted." Stiles gave him a cold death glare, before he turned the notch to two. His entire body erupted in pain. This was ten times worse than the taser, and it was only setting two. His muscles contracted and his jaw clenched. He squeezed his eyes shut and held in his yells.

     "Your dad won't be here until eight o'clock, assuming he figures out where we are. I have all the time in the world", he said turning the notch up to three. "Come on Stiles, scream. Scream like Lydia did when Allison was killed by the Oni", with that he turned it up to four.

     Stiles couldn't hold it in anymore. He screamed out in pain as his body began to twitch and spasm. Donovan chuckled and turned it all the way off. Stiles' head fell to his chest as he gasped for air. Realization suddenly dawned on him. He slowly lifted his head up to look at Donovan, his eyes dark. Allison? Isaac? 

     He looked at Donovan who had a giddy grin on his face. "Wait. Who told you all of this? How do you know this stuff?" Stiles asked. Donovan's face fell from the creepy-ass smile he had to something darker and scarier. He turned the switched the dial up to five. Stiles' muscles instantly contracted and his head flew up as he screamed toward the ceiling. It echoed through the whole building. Through the spasms and loud buzzing, Donovan smiled again, watching his body twitch and convulse as he screamed without stopping to catch his breath. His eyes fluttered shut when he passed out, but his muscles still tensed and his head fell forward slightly. 

     Donovan turned off the machine and walked over to him. His entire body went lax and his head fell against his chest. Aftershocks traveled through his system, making his body convulse and twitch. Donovan gave a sigh and rolled his eyes. He reached his hand up against his neck to feel for a pulse. It was beating erotically and seeming like it was going to burst out of his chest, but it was there. His skin was burning up hot, and when he lifted up the bandages, there were angry red burns in place of the wires. His shoulder was gushing blood and puss, but cauterized in parts that were directly under the wire.

     Donovan only smiled.