M-Mr. Stark? Help m-me!

7. "I'm sorry..."

Third person

The chair stood in the middle of the room. It was like a spotlight shone down upon this wretched creation. Trust me you don't want to be the star in this movie. Parker Luck. Mr. Beck looked at the trembling child below him. "Let's do something else before the chair." Peter didn't even want to walk forward he knew what was coming. He still walked forward to the first spot where they usually came. He knew if he didn't cooperate now it end up worse for him later. He looked around the floor. His blood was still there from last time. He heard Mr. Stark's breath hitch when he saw all the toys, as Quint calls them. Please, tell me how this man loves agony. Loves to hear screams as well as the noise that blood makes when it hits the floor. Loves to see the damage after it's done, proud of what he's caused. Sometimes when the blood splattered near his mouth he would lick it. How could anyone, ANYONE, enjoy that?! Peter watched as his kidnapper grabbed two things from the dark side of the room. A camera holder and a whip.

Peter:

He whipped it close to my face to make me flinch. My spider-senses screamed at me. Told me to duck, doge, hide. Some even said punch, kick, anything. I just stood there helplessly. My arms were cuffed to the wall behind me. I heard pleas from my mentor. Though that only made Mr. Beck want to do it even more. 

Have you ever been at that point in your life where you are so used to pain. I know it's only been a short amount of time but, constant torture affects your mindset, greatly. I wanted to feel nothing. I wanted to be numb. I wanted everything to disappear. 

I felt the warm liquid trickle down my back, it made me shiver. I heard the sobs from the phone. Wait, sobs. I started to panic. Were they hurting, Mr. Stark. I jerked my head up. I braced myself for another hit. I heard the sound but, this time I didn't feel it. I pulled my back up against the wall moving my hands in front of me. I caught the whip before it hit me, for a third time. I stunned myself. What was I doing. I heard the crying turn into weeping. I yanked the whip down causing the wielder to fly down onto the floor. I pulled at my restraints to check the phone. I had to make sure Mr. Stark was okay. I heard his muffled words. It only sent more panic down my spine in turn, causing adrenaline. I pulled more yelling in pain as they cut through my skin causing more blood. 

All I usually saw was red. Red coated my arms. My legs. My vision. Everything. Red was all I saw. Black begin to form shapes though. At first it was a skull. Oh how sometimes I thought that cursed-ed thing would catch up to me. I saw this on walls too. Theirs, however, were different. They had what seemed to be tentacles with a skull. I soon began to see that now, too. Now everywhere I went was red and black. Red and black. Red and black. It never changed. 

The restraints clanked and clattered as they hit the floor. I ran to the phone to see Mr. Stark. "Sh-sh." I tried trying to calm whoever was on the other side. I heard the trembling sobs turn to ragged breaths. I felt as his voice had pain in it. "Peter? Peter!"I smiled. He still knew who I was. My happy mindset returned. Joyful memories flushed in. Giving me a new sense of hope. I heard the grunts of the man behind me getting up. I knew this punishment was going to be the worse one by far. I turned back to the phone. "I love you..."I thought about what he would like to hear. What I want to be known as my dying words. It hit me. "Dad! Dad, I love you!" I said gleefully. I closed my eyes with a bright smile. Tears made my eyelashes glitter in the dark room with the  fading light shining on them. Flickering, begging to stay alive. 

I turned to look up at the light. "This must be what symbolism means." I said with a slight chuckle. I placed the phone down. I heard Mysterio rubbing his head. I heard him beginning to take steps toward me. What would please him so he doesn't hurt me or...Dad? I looked around the room. My eyes stopped as they fell upon the chair. I walked over looking it over. I heard Mr. Beck stop moving questioning me. I sat down on the chair. (The bottom of this one doesn't have spikes.) I leaned my back up against the penetrating spikes. Pushed my arm into the metal cuffs. Resting my arms upon the spikes that were there, too. My thighs and calf's also had the cold spikes rubbing against them. This is the only way to keep them all safe. Please be safe, dad, avengers, everyone. "Am I going to have to tighten these straps myself?" I said looking straight forward already knowing what this man was going to say. He eagerly made his way over to me. Facing the camera our direction. That same stupid sly and evil smile plastered on his face. I looked past him and at the camera. I could see Tony's face with emotions I can't even name. "I'm sorry." Tears rolling my cheeks I bit my tongue and yelp and whimper as the latches began to tighten around my body. Causing the spikes to pierce my skin. I hope they aren't rusty.