Devil's Night

Blood For The Drain

Ricky's POV

Rem's back was turned away from me. I glanced over at him as he opened one of the wooden drawers of the large ebony wooden dresser by the wall to the left of me. It seemed that he was really digging around because for such a small compartment he was making quite a bit of ruckus. Frustrated and making a noise of impatience, he slammed the drawer shut. I flinched from the sudden bang that echoed throughout the cold cement room. Waiting for the pain to come, thinking that something happened. Rem moved to the drawer adjacent to him and continued searching for about another 30 seconds.

"Ah. There's what I was digging for." He said with some pride. "I was starting to think that I had lost my most beloved tool." 

Walking slowly towards me, stocking each part of the tool as if it were alive. I saw a bunch of thick metal thorns on a wire that was heafty but also flexible vine. The tails were attached to a foot in length handle with a weighted blunt end. All of it was painted a faded black and whatever it may be, it looked like it was made to make me bleed.

"Do you know what this is Ricky?" He asked expecting an answer in return.

My breathing quickened and I made out a small nervous gulp as I cleared the lump in my throat.  I knew I had to talk now but didn't speak back. My mind scattered as I thought about my choice to say or not but before I could say a word, my time ran out.

"Oh. Is that how it's going to be?" He seemed oddly pleased at my pathetic lack of response but I could tell that we was also unhappy that I refused to talk.

 I knew he was going to explain the device despite that I would rather not know, it already looked dangerous enough without a description added on to it. Rem could already sense my fear to what may come next and we both knew that telling me about this "toy" would only scare me more. 

"This device is a modified version of the type of whip that claimed to be used on Christ, however I got this custom made off of the black market for a special occasion like this. But this tool has a twist. Watch." He said while bringing it closer to me as he showed it off.

Giving me a moment to look down at it, his thumb made it's way to the base of it where a small red button was. He pushed it twice, making it click. Razor sharp claw like spurs sprung out at the ends of the nine thorn covered tails. Slightly curled at the ends for better grip. My head starting to float, I felt like I was going to pass out but instead did all I could do at this moment was try and plead with the crazy one.

"Please! Don't do this, I won't tell anyone if you just let us go. I'll stay silent for as long as I live if you just let us go." I struggled and trembled, making the cuffs rattle above me.

My body beginning to sweat and overheat, my mind beginning to run frantic. To say that I was terrified would be a severe understatement.

 I assumed and dare I say he was enjoying the show I gave him, he just softly laughed at my attempts of begging. He came close to me, brushing the back of his hand on along my cheek and then tucking my long disheveled hair behind my ear. 

"Shhh! This will be over before you know it and maybe you'll begin to appreciate what I am doing for you." His efforts to relax me were weak and if anything, I was more panicked than ever.

Dashing behind me, out of my field of vision, he took a few steps back, then waited for the perfect moment to begin. Without warning he gave the first of many forceful blows to my back.

I let a high pitched cry escaped my mouth from shock and horrible pain of the thorned whip. The feeling was far worse than I could ever imagine. I could feel every claw dig in and latch onto my flesh. Rem paused for a moment, giving me the chance to breathe before he violently pulled it away. Sending me though another wave of distress.