Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

Take Me Home Where I can Sing and Drown part 6

Part 6 of the one shot series where beck tortures Peter, yeah that one. Just curious, a) u guys aren't confused as to which one shot chapters r for the series right? Each chapter for the series is titled "Take Me Home Where I Can Sing and Drown". B) are you guys liking the one shot series?

+ tissues are highly recommended :) cause the angst is realer than the tea. I also suggest rereading  part 5, the one before "We Are Venom". :)
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Peter tried to fight the darkness that threatened to consume him, wanting nothing more than to get the hell away from Beck, but found his eyes fluttering open every few moments to reveal himself back in the same hellhole for God knows how long. 

Peter didn’t even realize Beck was choking him until he felt a strangled pressure form on his neck as he began to cough and splutter, and the next thing he knew, it suddenly became incredibly hard to think. 

Peter weakly called out, “Please, stop.” 

Beck merely chuckled, eyes flickering dangerously as he replied, “Peter, I’m disappointed, you don’t know me by now? Every time you try to harass me, I will hurt you. Luckily, this was the first time that you were rude to me, so I’ll let it slide, just this once, of course.” 

Peter felt himself suffocating, and for a good few seconds think that this is it, this is the end, when the hand that was tightened around his slim neck suddenly removes itself, leaving a terrified Peter to fall onto the floor. 

The instant stream of oxygen that surges through his blood vessels is well welcomed as Peter heavily pants, and cast his eyes down to not anger Beck any further. Beck bent down, extending a firm finger under Peter’s chin, forcing the wrecked teenager to look into his eyes, “That Peter, was only a taste of what would happen should you talk to me like that every again. Understand?”

Peter resisted the urge to scratch the area behind the metal where Beck’s fingerprints linger replying, “Yes.”

Beck cocked a brow, raising a hand causing Peter to flinch. And to remember. 

“Yes, sir.”

Beck chuckled, “There it is. Now onto the rest of the day’s activities.”

Peter’s face fell into an expression one would find on a kicked puppy, he sighed, wishing that he would be left alone. He’d take anything over this, hell he was ready to jump headfirst into death if it meant that he’d never see Beck ever again. Speaking of death, he wasn’t sure how long he could take it here, his body was weak, metabolism useless, and if anything, advancing him further to meeting his maker. 

A harsh slap that left his grime-riddled skin brought him back from his daydreaming, forcing a small gasp to escape Peter’s thin pink lips as he craned his head up to look at a sinister smirk on the face of Quentin Beck. 

Beck made no sound, instead, striking Peter again, hard enough that it sends Peter’s small frame slamming against the wall where he was cowering. Peter made no move, too captivated in fear as Beck knelt down to his level, and punched Peter straight in the gut, not once or twice, but what Peter counted to be at least ten times. A grunt escaped Peter’s mouth each time Beck’s fists came into contact with Peter’s flesh, and Peter swore he saw blood pool around him, shutting his eyes tightly as he waited for the torture to be over. 

The torture was deemed over after three hours of Beck using Peter as a punching bag, leaving the teen slumped near unconsiousness in a puddle of his own cherry-colored blood. Beck is half-way out the door when he turned around speaking, “Peter, if you try and fall asleep, I will electrocute you, understand?”