Law

War of torture

It's been a month since Mark was doomed to that 'high security room'. The man had been reduced to a exactly what they wanted him to be, a slave. Only a tiny bit of flame was left in his eyes. Just enough to resist the urge for suicide.

Mark had nothing left, no hope for escape, no hope for the future. All he knew was that if he wanted to survive much longer, he'd have to do what he was told.

The man didn't think he could take the beatings anymore, all those time when he disobeyed or didn't do something or worst of all, attacked someone. Those times was when he was ice bathed, made to eat food that tasted like shit, raped, verbally abused. Unfortunately the man visibly remembered once when he'd done something wrong and he was displayed hung up on the wall of the cafeteria completely naked. Left for the other 'inmates' go through food and swears at him.

Mark was losing that fire in his eyes.

" 16, how are we doing today?" Nate asked from down the hallway. Dropping his dagger bag near the entrance.

Mark winced as he slid out of bed and onto his knees next to it. Like Felix had trained him oh so many years ago. The man swept his hands behind his back and looked at the floor.

Nate walked in casually and was pleased to find his slave was were he was supposed to be. The trainer walked over to him and ordered to Mark to stand. Of which he did.

The ex model was surprised and confused when he was handed a white shirt to wear. But he didn't hesitate when ordered to put it on.

Mark then stood, really for someone to tell him what to do, in this case Nate.

" I had a small talk with Felix the other day" Nate spoke.

Mark tensed up at the name, Felix knew what made him break, because he'd used it before. Whatever Felix told him, if it was the truth, I'd completely destroy him, like it had before.
Reduce him to nothing more then a mere piece of property, a slave.

" He told me a lot of things" Nate started, clearly about to ramble on.

The trainer circled Mark, occasionally touching him. It wasn't a surprise when the man grabbed him by the shoulder and slammed him against the nearest wall.

" Starting with the fact that in secure grounds all you see is this room and me" Nate got very close to Mark, close enough to smell him.
" I've been told it's hell for you to see me everyday, like you're own personal Lucifer".

Marks heart started beating in his chest faster then ever before. It was true. Mark was the kind of person needed to see peoples, he was an introvert, but still needed some interaction. It killed him to only see one face. The face of his captor everyday. It hunted him, like a twisted version of PTSD.

Nate grabbed Marks hand roughly and guided him to the bed, where he was slammed down. Mark didn't even try and fight back, he'd lost his voice many times from screaming at the hands of this man. So he stayed still and laid on the bed he grew to hate so much.

Nate climbed onto of his much like he did everyday.
" I know you hate me, but I also know you're insanely scared of me".

The trainer cupped the man face with his hands. So that their brown eyes were forced to meet.

" You're worst fear is that you'll never escape me Mark. That you'll never be sold off or turned over hands to someone else. That you'll be stuck with your captor forever" Nate spat, making the slave flinch.

Mark started to shake. He couldn't take it.
It was his worst fear.
To be trapped with the one person who hurt him so much. To be forever doomed to spend the rest of his days with this captor.
He'd never escape.
He'd rather die.
Why would Felix tell him that!