Ninjago: Tears From Within

#2: Torture and pain

Lloyd POV

I groaned and looked around at this strange new place I was in. My chest started hurting and I don't know why! When was I even sleeping?! Anyways, I found that my wrists were sticked to the wall from these stupid shackles, and my ankles were stabled to the ground, so only my head with my eyes could move.

I tried to remember what happened yesterday before I lose consciousness, but only one thing came into my mind...My father.... What is he going to do to me? Are fathers supposed to do this to their sons? When am I going to see my mother again? Many questions flied through my head and I couldn't stop myself from getting scared and panicky! I mean, how could a 10 years old handle being in here?!

"You'll get tortured everyday till you learn how to obey your father and be one like him." Father said that shook me from my own thoughts.

"D-Do you have to?" I asked him, my voice couldn't help but show fear. He grinned evilly and appeared beside me. "Yes, and you could do nothing about it!" He said.

I sighed and looked down. "Plus each mistake equals another torture, hear me boy?" He asked and I didn't reply. He took out a sword and I nodded quickly. "Y-Yes!" I squeaked and he chuckled.

"Good boy, now let's give your little body a thing it can't handle, shall we?" He snarled and placed a hand on my forehead. "This will FOR SURE help you!" He rasped and took out an empty syringe.

I gasped and tried to break the shackles. "N-No! Please no!" I begged and pushed harder against the metal rings holding me down. I could see the evil smirk that took shape in his lips while filling the syringe with a green liquid.

"Oh is someone scared?~" he teased and walked up to me. "N-No..." I said, shakily. He yanked my arm and looked at me. "Scream loudly, okay?" He rasped and I shook my head. "No...I'm strong!" I said, recalling what I said to my mother.

"We'll see!" He said before thrusting the needle inside my arm and hard. I winced and looked away. The pain was easy to handle, but more pain traveled through my body as the liquid slowly took its way to my bloodstream.

"What does it do?" I asked him and didn't reply, instead, he took the syringe out when it turned empty. "Done?" I asked him and he took out a sword. "Na-uh! Not yet!" He said, grinning widely at me. I stared at the sword in fear.

"Wh-What are you going to do with that?!" I asked him and he went up to me. A cloth was placed on my mouth and I watched him. "Now I have a gift for you to "help" you in escaping!" He rasped and placed the tip of the sword on my leg, then he started cutting slowly and teasingly.

I whimpered loudly and closed my eyes. I thought he was only going to do that, but it turned out to be worse.

And without any warning, he thrusted the sword inside my leg. A sharp cry of pain left my mouth and I wanted him to stop! I teared up and continued screaming in pain loudly.

"Well, that scream is what I wanted to hear!" He smirked and took the sword out harshly. "You did a great job, so called "son" !" He teased and took off the gag from my mouth.

I sobbed hysterically and shook from the pain. "I-It hurts s-so much!!!" I cried and watched as blood gushed out of the large cut.

He smirked and cleaned the bloody sword. "From now on, no food, no water, you're gonna sleep in the dark and cold, NO escaping, and no crying, okay?" He listed and I nodded quickly.

"C-Can I...meet my mother...a-again?" I asked him and he glared at me. "Unless you want another torture!" He said and I sighed. "Okay...I-I'm sorry..." I said.

He smirked and left the room. I wiped away my tears and sighed. "I'm not gonna see my mother again..."