The World Is Wide (But I Feel So Small)

Peter

NEW 2020 EDIT: THIS IS NOT STARKER.

Jason leaves almost as soon as the camera shuts off with a soft click.

Peter watches him with eyes squinted in pain as he sets the bloody knife back on the table, the metal ringing and causing the teenager to flinch at the sound. Drawing in a quivering breathe, the spiderling grits his teeth against the burn as he brings his legs back up against his chest, trying his hardest to make each movement as small as he can as to not attract the unwanted attention of the mad-man.

But Jason pays him no mind, humming a soft tune under his breath as though he was not torturing a poor 15 year old just moments before, looking over a slightly crinkled piece of paper before stuffing it into his pocket and straightening up with a small grunt. Peter shivers when his cold hazel gaze meets his bloodshot eyes, ducking his head in a submission gesture as his ribs throb in agony.

Jason's footsteps echoes around the damp cell as he steps closer, his shoes tapping against the dirty floor. His breathe is a ghost against Peter's ear when he leans down, his oily red hair falling into the still crying teen's face and filling his nose up with the man's disgusting scent. The younger Stark tries to pull away with a hiss, but his tormenter grabs his arm and pulls him closer.

"You are doing so well, Pete." The man says, using his other hand to cup the flinching boy's cheek, his nails chipped and digging into the bruised flesh. "Such a good boy for me."

Peter gives a whimper, shaking his head out of Jason's iron grip, his eyes darting from the knife still on the table to his kidnapper's crazed smile of pleasure. The blood dripping from his head and his side splats softly on the ground, and both present follow the slow movement with variating expressions passing over their faces. Lifting his hand from Peter's shoulder, Jason lets a drop of the red liquid slide onto his finger, the teenager watching with wide eyes as he brings the digit up to his nose, inhaling the rusty scent with a sigh of bliss.

"So fucking good."

Sticking the blood coated finger into his mouth, the man licks the red fluid off with a quick motion of his tongue, his eyes closing as he straightens up. Peter shakes in fear and pain, the ever consuming need for his father flaring full force in his chest, his heart constricting and lungs stalling as the raging lunatic above him continues to suck on his finger like a freaking vampire. Eww.

Jason seems to snap out of his apparent bloodlust quickly, his finger getting pulled sharply out of his mouth with a pop. A string of red tinged spit coats the wet digit, and the madman whips it off carelessly on the front of his black shirt. His cheeks redden as though embarrassed to be caught doing such an act, and he grips Peter's head once more, eyes hard and brows set in a firm line.

He doesn't say anything, just continues to glare down at the pain ridden boy below him, his crooked teeth speckled with crimson and lips pale white and dry. His breathe smells of rust and death when it gets blown in Peter's direction and the teenager grimaces, his nose wrinkling involuntarily and causing a flash of pain so strong his vision turns white.

Letting out a gasp, Peter rests his head against the wall with a soft thump, his ears ringing and body throbbing. Tears slip from his eyes, the blood on his cheeks mixing with the salty liquid and sliding down to the floor. Fighting against the pain pulsing through his small body, the teenager cracks his eyes open, watching as Jason begins to walk toward the closed door on the far side of the room. The man stalls once he gets to the doorway, his meaty hands unlocking the steel frame with quick, jerky movements, but once he has the metal swinging open does he turn around once again. The swaying light above them casts a ring of dark shadows across the lunatic's face, and his smile is glowing a pale red and white when he speaks.