Constrained // Phan

Bite. Me.

Phil POV:

Word Count: 925

Torture: noun // the action or practice of inflicting severe pain on someone as a punishment or to force them to do or say something, or for the pleasure of the person inflicting the pain.

*Warning: Violence and blood mention*

"I'm going to ask you one more fucking time" Chris hisses.

He's the scientist that we met when we first arrived at this horrid place.

"Bite me," Dan retorts, spitting in his face.

He's tied to a chair, restrained with a rope, same as me. Chris has been beating him for the past ten minutes.

He punches Dan right in the jaw, making his head turn from the impact.

Chills travel down my spine, goose bumps rising on my arms and neck.

I stare at the drops of blood on the floor. Everything in this fucking place is white. Just white, white and more white.

I'm sitting across from Dan, unable to hold him and tell him it's going to be alright. A table with tools for torture sits to our left. The rest of the room is dark except for where we sit in the middle, a bright light radiating above our heads.

"I will make it so all you can taste is blood for a week, Howell. Tell me what I want to know."

Chris hates Dan more than me for some reason, so he tortures him when he wants answers. I beg him not to, to hurt me instead, but he doesn't listen. 

Dan has been getting whipped and beaten, and all I can do is sit here helplessly in a gag. I can't let this go on.

"What is the name of your previous partner?" Chris asks harshly, one last time.

Dan does not reply, so Chris punches him again, this time in the gut.

"Stop!" I scream, even though it's hard to with this stupid gag on.

I've had enough of this. I can't just sit here watching Dan get beaten.

But me yelling at him just made the whole situation worse. If anyone is disrespectful to any of the scientists or guards here, especially Chris, they're done for.

"Oh, maybe your boyfie will tell me what I want to know," he smirks, walking over to me and lifting my chin up with his thumb.

He then picks up a knife off the table and starts slowly cutting my right cheek. I feel blood start to ooze down my face, and I hiss at the sting.

"Fine! I'll tell you! Just stop!" Dan yells, his voice filled with hate and despair.

"Dan, don't." I plead.

"Andrew." Dan mumbles quietly.

"What? I didn't catch that," Chris taunts.

"Andrew!" Dan exclaims, louder this time.

He hates letting them win.

"Good boy." Chris says, putting his knife back on the table.

"That's all for today," Chris says as gestures to the guards to take us back to our cell.

They come over to me first, untying me from my chair but restraining me shortly after with their arms.

Two other guards untie Dan, but before Chris tells them to take us away, he whispers something into Dan's ear.

Whatever he said must have pissed Dan off because he frees himself from the guards' hold and punches Chris square in the face, making his nose bleed.

Chris smirks, wiping his blood on his sleeve.

"Go and take him to room 214. I'm not done with him yet," he says to the guards holding Dan.

He gestures to mine to take me back to my cell. I struggle to get to Dan, who is getting dragged in the opposite direction.

I don't even want to imagine what they're going to do to him.

I get thrown into my clear glass cell, screaming at the guards.

"Don't you dare hurt him! Take me instead! He's too weak! You bastards!"

But they can't hear me. They don't give a shit about us. All they care about are themselves and their research. 

Chris runs this whole thing, and I feel there's something more to this than just "research". Something isn't right, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it.

*A few hours later*

As I finally begin to drift off to sleep, I hear a loud thump. I look up from my bed and see Dan's limp body on the floor.

I rush to him to see if he's okay.

"You deserve better than this weak piece of shit," Chris snickers from outside our cell before walking away.

Dan looks like he's been crying, and he is shaking tremendously.

"What happened? What'd they do to you?!"

"I... I don't really remember. I blacked out," Dan answers hesitantly.

I can tell he's lying, but he needs to rest. I pick him up and sit him on his bed.

"I love you so much, Phil. Please don't ever leave me... please," he pleads, a tear streaming down his face.

"I would never leave you. Not for anything," I say, embracing him from the side.

I sit with him until he falls asleep, laying him down and kissing his forehead.

I am not going to let them hurt him again, no matter what I have to do or say.

I told him we would make it out together, or not at all. But he will make it out of here alive, even if I don't.

I will do whatever it takes to get Dan out of here. Anything.

The bloopers vid killed me.

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