Agent 3

Part 21:

++TRIGGER WARNING++

Three:

Opening my eyes to look around all I saw was a bright light.

It would have been wishful thinking if I assumed I was dead wouldn't it?

My eyes squinted as I tried to move.

Right where was I and what was going on?

I was stood, my arms were tied and I'm assuming attached to something that's hanging from the ceiling to hold me up.

My feet weren't tied so I could still move my legs. My hands were tied tightly making it very difficult to get out.

Suddenly the light was yanked from in front of my face, letting my eyes get used to my new surroundings.

Small room, bare walls. A metal table with some knives and other 'tools' was next to me and other then that the room was empty.

Looking up I saw my arms were in fact attached to a hook that was keeping me stood up.

Shit.

The door burst open and One walked in with his usual grin.

I was going to smack that grin right off his smug face when I got out of that hell hole.

"Comfortable?" His voice dripping in mock as he circled around me, gesturing for the guard to leave.

"Very, although I have an itchy nose which is a bit annoy-" I was cut of with a punch to my stomach.

I felt the pull of the rope on my wrist as I fell forwards.

Coughing and grunting I stood myself back up, facing him again.

I was not backing down to him.

Brother or not he was going to die.

"Don't be sarcastic with me, Three." He hissed as he walked over to the table picking up some of the 'tools' and fiddling with them.

He should have known that scare tactics didn't work on me.

"You trying to intimidate me, One? You should know better then anyone it doesn't work on me. I seem to remember they do work on you though." I let out a low chuckle.

God I really had lost my mind.

"Not anymore. Anyway i'm just trying to figure out which one will hurt the most. I think I'll stick with the good old, original knife. Serrated of course." He grinned picking up a small serrated knife walking back over to me, holding it to my neck. "I do believe I used a knife like this in our first proper fight."

"Do you mean the one where I stabbed it into your leg and you had to be in the hospital for nearly a week?" I smirked at him even with the knife pressed to my neck, only moving my head back slightly.

"Don't worry I will be repaying the favour in good time." He grinned pulling the knife away and walking behind me. "Oh look it's healed over. I had to get mine touched up." He traced the knife along the scar on my back, I could hear the smirk in his voice.

Hearing him pick something up from behind me made me more alert.

What the hell is he doing?

A sudden pain shot through my back causing me to jolt forward and groan slightly.

"Not even a yell or a cry? I'm impressed you used to cry when Adrian walked into the room." He laughed hitting my back with what felt like a whip again.

I bit my tongue so I would not make a sound.

I was not giving him the satisfaction.

"Well, Vengaza gave you their brand but I think it's time for mine." He was enjoying this now.