TVD OneShots

Nightmare Pt1- Damon

So I'm planning on writing three parts to this. One with Damon, one with Stefan and one with Enzo.
Characters: Damon and Stefan
Pairings: None
Warnings: pretty OOC, I'll let you decide/ descriptions of torture
Summary: Damon has a nightmare, but only Stefan is there to comfort him.

Damon's throat felt like it was being sanded as the knife pierced his chest once again. His screams had failed him for some time now, having shouted himself hoarse, but it didn't stop him trying. Tears streamed down the side of his face as he felt the scalpel sear his lung. He writhed as best he could with his wrists, chest, head and ankles shackled to the bed, trying his best to break the metal bonds. He was weak, so weak... the pain was unbearable... the 'scientists' pulled out a large chunk of his lung and he screamed again as he felt it starting to heal. 

The 'scientists' laughed and pointed at the regrowing lung, disgustingly amused by his pain and terror. The pain was so intense, Damon felt like he was going to pass out. Every breath burned in his cut-up lungs. Faintly below him, he could hear Enzo shouting for them to stop, that Damon had had enough... blackness was starting to creep into the edges of his vision...

Stefan woke to the sound of someone tossing and turning. He focused, and suddenly he felt a tidal wave of fear and anxiety overcome him. He leapt out of bed and vamp-sped up to Damon's room. When he arrived, Damon was tangled in his blankets, thrashing in his sleep. Stefan hurried over to him and tried to get the blankets off of his brother. "Damon! Damon, wake up!"

As Damon felt his lung finally heal, he dared to take a deep breath. Feeling no pain, Damon relaxed slightly. The 'scientists' gave him a cup of water to drink. "We want to hear this one." He closed his eyes, but regretted it instantly. He felt the knife that had previously pierced his lung cut into his stomach. Damon, with a freshly wetted and healed throat, howled in agony. Fresh tears slipped out of  his eyes as they cut a long slit into the organ. "Damon!" He could vaguely hear Enzo shouting. "Damon, wake up! Stay awake, Damon!" Damon ignored him. He so wished to pass out, to not feel the burn and sting of the knife in his stomach, to not feel them slicing a piece of it and taking it out. 

Damon screamed again, screwing up his face in agony. Then, the 'scientists' found a new way to shut him up: Damon felt the knife slit his throat. Blood instantly filled his airways and he choked. He felt them cutting and tugging at something... his vocal chords. "Let's see how you do without these." The man grinned at him. Damon tried to yell as his vocal chords were successfully removed, but all he did was choke on the blood, no sound being made by its non existent chords. The blackness from the pain was starting to overwhelm him, draw him in. Damon really wanted to sleep, for it to stop... his eyelids started to droop...

"Damon, wake up! Stefan shouted, grabbing and shaking Damon's shoulder as he struggled with the quilts. Damon was writhing as though he was in pain, shaking as though he was terrified. "Damon!" Stefan yelled as he finally took the covers off of his brother, exposing his bare upper body. Stefan grabbed his shoulder and shook him violently, but Damon still didn't wake.

Enzo's voice was getting louder, screaming for him to wake up. It was as though he knew he was falling asleep. "Damon! Damon, wake up!" Damon must be delirious, because that sounded like Stefan. Silent sobs wracked his body as the 'scientists' continued to dig through his organs, watching them heal then repeating the process. "Damon, come on!"
Enzo-Stefan shouted again. Damon had his eye pried open by one of his captors. "Morning, sunshine. Time to see red." With that, the knife was dug into his eyeball. "DAMON, WAKE UP!"