Torture

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by Spidersoning

by Spidersoning

(Peter's P.O.V)

Adrian Toombs. What a man. He is just a dick. And the vulture.

I don't like him. You might be wondering why i say this. So not only did he drop a whole warehouse on me, but he also seems to like to kidnap me and torture me, as an example, well this, this is the example. Aw man what a dick.

It was a nice day and i was minding my business like any other sane person. Music blared in my earphones as i round a corner. My spidey senses go nuts and i feel pain explode in the back of my head. Everything falls dark as i hear heavy footsteps coming my way.

I pull at my wrists but they won't give. I woke up a few hours ago and none of this makes any sense, i don't know who has actually taken me because as far as i know no one has come into the room. At least while i was awake. My head feels like someone had run me over with a truck, it's really not very appealing. I can feel my body ache from the angle i am sitting and the tight grips the metal has off me.

The door opens and you will never guess who strolles in, that stupid look on his face. "Pedro, nice to see you again" Adrian AKA the vulture or bird thing as i call him. "I can't say the same about you" i say annoyed. He frowns at what i said and walks closer, he grabs a knife seemingly out of nowhere and holds it to my throat, "I would watch your tongue with me Pedro. One wrong word and i can kill you in one swift action" he says, he moves the knife to my cheek and pushes down slightly; i can feel the blood drip as he starts to pull the knife further down. I try to pull away but he keeps pulling down until i feel him get to my neck; then he removes the knife. Blood slightly stains it and i look down.

"You see Spiderman, that is just the start. If anything that was the least painful thing i could do. If anything you should be thanking me" dick head said looking pleasingly from me. I don't reply as i pray for my dad to save me from this nutter. He grabs a knife from the side and walks over to me "sorry Pedro. But you deserve this" he exclaims, he brings the knife up and shoves it deep within my chest.

The pain is bad, not like oh i feel and scraped my knee, more like i just stubbed all my toes with as much force as possible, but instead of feet it was my chest. He leaves quickly obviously sensing danger or something. The knife is still deep in my chest and every breath is agonising and totorous. Blood drips from my mouth as the pain becomes unbearable.

I shot up in bed, sweat dripping down me. You see, dad saved me a few minutes later but that doesn't stop me from being haunted by what happend. It might of been a small in counter and short, but that doesn't mean i wasn't left with scars. Every time i go to sleep i relive the torture, and it continous for the rest of the day, never ceasing to be there, in the back of my head and ready to pounce at any chance given. The mental torture was more to me then the physical, the scars just add to the torment.