I wake up to a bright light that shines over me. The door swings open and clangs against the wall.
"come on." the dungeon man wafts the air towards him. I follow and he agin cuffs me and then escorts me to a room just a little farther than the Devil's chamber. He opens the door and pushes me in then I see Hades in one seat and another seat is next to him and there is a giant window in front of the chairs. Two guards take me to my seat as the dungeon man leaves and they chain my cuffs on a loop of metal in front of my chair. I look down into the room the window shows and it's covered in black brick with drains on the floor and chains hanging from the walls and i know that it's a torture chamber.
"today you will be tortured the second way. Are you ready?" he smiles
"what-
"bring in number three." he smirks at me.
My attention goes to the room and I see Conner being pulled in by the dungeon man and then the other guards pick him up and place him on a wood with cuffs for his ankles and wrists attached to chains that are wrapped around a spinning wheel.
"it's a stretcher. It will stretch him and stretch him for as long as I want. It's my favorite type of torture." he tells me. I'm afraid that since this is his favorite it will last a long time. I try to get out of the cuffs by trying to pull it from the metal loop but it doesn't budge. They strap Conner in and I know that he is aware of what the device is but he keeps his face looking like he is bored. "good Conner. Keep it up." I think to myself without taking my eyes off of him.
"stretch." the Devil whispers in my ear and I get a whiff of his breathe and it smells like ashes. Right after he says it they stretch Conner by turning the wheel moving the chains that are attached to his limbs and the stretch out. At first it doesn't hurt him but then when they stretch him further he grinds his teeth in pain.
"stretch." he says louder and they agin turn the wheel and Conner lets out a little wail of pain while beads of sweat start to form on his forehead.
"isn't this room great? It has complete surround sound so you can't miss a peep of pain." he tells me then laughs at his cleverness.
"no I hate it." I look at him
"that's why your here." he says to my face and I turn away in disgust of his features and his breathe.
"stretch." he says and pulls on my hair to bring me to watch Conner in pain. I try to close my eyes but he then smacks me but I keep them closed so he smacks me harder sending my head to turn in the opposite direction of the hit. Then I hear him scream and i bite my lip trying not to give in to him.
"now watch!" he yells at me with my hair still in his hands. My cheek throbs from the slap and I bet it left a red hand print on my face.
"stretch!" he pulls on my hair. I jerk to get away knowing its useless it just sends more pain to my head. I watch as Conner is stretched into a long X and he screams louder than he has ever screamed before and I bite my lip harder thinking it will relive me from the pain of watching him being tortured.
"stretch!" he yells at me. I don't try to get away because I know I can't. Conner is stretched even further it looks like they are tearing his muscles and I believe they are from the looks of it. He wails which make me dizzy and the room starts to spin in all direction as if we where in a tornado and it kept spinning and spinning and spinning. I heard the same scream, the worst scream I've ever heard, the scream of my friend being tortured and I can't help him. I try to get free from the chains but can't and the room keeps spinning and the scream wont stop. It starts to sound like a firetruck's wail not a boy's.
"this is your fault you know." he pulls my hair so my ear is by his mouth and whispers, "you got them captured and now, they are suffering because of you." the room stops with a jerk and the scream disappears to nothing. He's right, it is my fault it's all my fault. I deserve to get tortured not them.
"then why torture them?" I ask him and my voice shakes
"because torturing them is torturing you." he says with a smile. I go over his words in my head and think about them for a while until I hear what I dread most right now,
"stretch." Conner is stretched and screams once more sending pain to my ears. I squeeze my eyes shut only to have my face slammed into the window in front of me and with my face squished against the glass because of his hand and he tells me,
"I told you to watch! Next time I'll pull your hair out! Stretch!"
They stretch him and I am agin forced to watch and to listen.
"sop et." I say but I ment, "stop it." I can't say it right because I am pressed against the window. He pulls me back and now I have a headache from all the pulling and he asks,
"what?" in an angry tone and I reply,
"I said, stop it. They don't deserve to be tortured."
"this is your punishment not theirs. It doesn't matter if they did nothing, you brought this upon them so now they will hurt."
"hasn't he had enough?"
"the question you mean is, have you had enough?"
I think of my answer if I say no then Conner will have his limbs stretched off of him and if I said yes then he wouldn't be hurt anymore but I would be giving in to him.
"yes." I droop my head over in shame of what I said but I promised myself that they won't hurt for me or because of me and I have already broken that promise the least I could do is start it agin.
"I don't think you have." this makes my head pop up and I look at him with pity in my eyes,
"no I have! Please stop this."
"no." he turns to a guard, "take him off the stretcher." this brings relief to me and I let out the air that I have stored in my lungs, "put him on the wall." I feel my heart drop to my lap and I sink over to protect it. I failed agin. My attempt to save him it's failed. I take in another deep breath and slowly bend back up to see that they already have him against the wall and the man has a club in his hand. He hits conner's gut repeatedly making him contract and hangs his head over him. Then they hit his nose and it bleeds automatically. I watch as a mix of tears, sweat, and blood drip off his now wet blonde hair to the floor and I start to tear up myself but then quickly bite my lip agin to stop them. Hades notices and knows that I have been broken.
"fine. He is done." he gets up and leaves the room the guards unlock the chains from the loop in the wall and escort me to my dungeon i try to see if conner is able to leave on his own but never got too all i see is him being unlocked from the wall. In my dungeon is Andrew and Mack but no Conner. They unlock me and shove me in. Soon Conner joins and no words are said but Mack comforts him and our glop of grey food comes and we eat it no matter hoe nasty we need the food. I pray for Conner to heal quickly. I need him. He is the brain of our operation. We need him. I try to sleep but can't I feel so unsafe and am scared of tomorrow. Every time I close my eyes I see Conner being stretched and I hear his scream I open my eyes to see him sitting there unaware that I witnessed his torture and he doesn't sleep either.
