Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Thirty-four: Victims

1996

Adrian Harris hadn't expected it when it happened.  He had just left home, on his way to school when he was grabbed by that monster.  One moment he was a normal thirteen year old boy, and the next, he was damaged.

For months he was missing, four to be exact.  Nobody could find him, and for four long excruciating months, he was taken to the brink of death and back, all thanks to Cletus Kasady.

So much pain, so much... 'fun' he experienced, and yet his torture would never end.

When he woke up, he was in a dark basement and he didn't even know where he was.  He cried out for his mom, his dad... anyone that might have heard him.  Nobody did.

"Please, why are you doing this?" Adrian asked as the twenty year old Cletus Kasady sat on the stairs in the basement smiling wickedly at him.

"Oh, why should I tell you and ruin the fun?  The mystery is what makes this so much better..."

"I-I just want to go home..." he cried out, tears running down his bruised face.  Kasady pursed his lips for a moment and just looked at the ceiling where chains hung loosely with hooks hanging.

"No, you're not going anywhere.  Here's what's going to happen, Adrian... that's your name right, Adrian?"  the young boy nodded nervously.  "I'm going to make you experience the worst pain you have ever felt, starting with those hooks..."

Adrian looked at the hooks and gulped heavily as Kasady stepped down into the basement and lowered the hooks.

"No, no, no, no... please no!" Harris screamed as Kasady grabbed him by the back of his shirt, and threw him onto the hooks, piercing his shoulders.

"Fresh meat, anyone?" Kasady smiled menacingly as Harris succumbed to the pain and blacked out.

There's a gag over his mouth and a cloth over his eyes.  He can't move his hands or his feet but when he tries, he can feel the painful bite of ropes against his tender skin.  The clothes he was wearing when he'd been taken are no longer on his body and the concrete beneath his body is frigid.  It's cold wherever he is, the air enough to make him shiver.  As soon as he'd woken up, groggy and disoriented, he'd struggled, screamed, and writhed on the floor.

Time was passing so slowly to him, that seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, hours like days, and so forth.  In fact he didn't know how long he had been here.  The first thing he knew was how quiet it was.  He was only in his underwear at this point, and Adrian couldn't be anymore scared.

The young man that had taken him had put him through hell and back hadn't been there recently, but Harris was just glad he wasn't being hurt anymore.  The wounds on his shoulders from the hooks were almost healed, but the countless other wounds he had been given were still fresh.  Knives, nails, hammers, crowbars, jumper cables, ice baths, and so much more was the instruments of torture Kasady used, and he was just so weak that he wanted to go home.

He tried to loosen his bonds, cry out for help, anything that would give him a little more control but after who knows how long his screams became sobs, his struggles became twitches, and his cries became whimpers.  He doesn't know how long he laid there, listening for something, anything, but there wasn't anything to listen to.  There were echoes on close walls from his cries which indicated a small, empty room but other than that he had no idea where he was.  Harris had been moved around so much he just couldn't tell what was up and what was down it was to that point.