Lifeless

Chapter 24.

I shivered disgusted as he slowly pat me down making sure I had no weapons. I kept my eyes closed the whole time, thinking of good memories. I could still hear Marie sobbing, but I tried to ignore it. I had a plan, sort of. By now if everything went according to plan with Cain, they should know that it was a trap. So I was going to prolong this the longest I could. I would make sure to not scream. That was what he thrived on. The longer it took me not to scream, the longer he would have to tortue me. That also meant, there was more of a chance for everyone else to get out untouched.

I would bite my damn tongue off if I had to. Once he was 'satisfied' that I was weapon free, the hitting began. I tensed my body and was ready for whatever he threw my way. My stomach was first which had me gasping for air. Then came my face. Instead of biting my tongue during this, I bit my cheeks. Tears were tearming down my face with each blow. My ribs were on fire and I already wanted to scream. I could hear Frank cussing and Marie wailing. If they thought this was bad, then they had another thing coming.

Right as that thought crossed my mind, he brought the knife out. I was kneeling on my knees, taking everything the best I could. I wasn't fighting back. There was no point.

"How about we relive some memories huh?" He asked sweetly. I just shut my eyes tight and lowered my head. "You." He yelled at someone. "Hold her down."

I felt him push me towards the floor and laid down willingly. I had been through this before. I coud go through it again. The only difference was I couldn't scream. He thrived off of the pain. He wouldn't stop until he knew I would break, I knew this.

A man straddled me from behind and ripped my shirt off. I gritted my teeth together as I felt the blade at the nape of my neck. Marie begged them to stop and Frank was screaming as well. I could tell Frank was trying to get them to switch our places. Scar wouldn't listen though. He liked it all. Loved that he was the one in control.

A slight whimper escaped my lips as I felt him slice down my back. I held strong. Blood coated my mouth but I swallowed it. I knew if I opened my mouth once, I would scream. Then it would be over.

They flipped me over putting a shit ton of pressure on my back, making it sting. I hissed through the pain. Next came my stomach. This would be different then the first time, because this time my stomach was already bruised. I held in the screams, but couldn't control the painful moan that left my throat. I closed my eyes and tried to picture Cain. If I could be somewhere else in my mind, maybe I would make it through this.

I pictured his tall frame and broad shoulders. His short brown hair and defined jaw. I pictured his bright green eyes full of mischeif. His nose had been slightly crooked since he returned from the Army. I pictured his light pink lips pulling into a cocky grin showing me his pearly whites.

I sobbed as the knife sliced down my chest, but instead of it stopping he kept going.

"You will scream!" He growled at me. I simply glared at him through the tears.

"Okay, the old version didn't work this time. How about we try something new huh?"

I took deep breaths, breathing through the pain. When I knew I wouldn't scream I opened my mouth. "Give me the best you got." I ground out. He pulled my by my hair again, bringing me to a sitting position. 

"You." He yelled at someone else. He didn't even know their names. Fucking pathetic! "Get me my bag."

I was trying to control my breathing as I studied the room. Darcy was still passed out, thank goodness. Marie's tears had stopped falling as she stared at me as if she was numb. I knew that feeling. It must of been how I looked after they killed my parents. Her eyes looked like they weren't seeing, but I knew that wasn't the truth. Frank had positioned himself upright and was leaned against the back of the couch. His tears had stopped falling as well, and his face was soaked in sweat. I looked down at his leg and saw he had actually ripped a part of his shirt off and tied it around it to stop the bleeding. His face held anger and hatred. He looked me in the eyes and seemed to plead with me. I don't know what he was trying to say, but I just sent him a small grin, letting him know I was fine. He shook his head at me as one single tear rolled down his cheek. Frank was a smart man. He knew what I was doing. I was sure Marie hadn't figured it out yet because she was too busy worrying, but Frank knew. I could tell by his face. He knew I would do everything I could. He also knew as much as I did that I would break. It was just a matter of when. I could only last so long, I just hoped it was long enough. Cain would come for us. For me. I knew he would. He had to. Right?

The man walked back into the room, leaving the door wide open. Handing the bag over to Scar he spared me a quick glance and seem to flinch at what he saw. Looking at Scar's other men I noticed some of them had a look of disgust while there were two who had smiles. So not everyone agreed with what was going on? That was interesting.

Scar kneeled down in front of me and opened the small bag he had in his hands. Reaching down, he pulled out something and unrolled it. There placed in front of me were rows of sharp utensils I'm guessing he used for torturing. Another sob racked my body.

"All you have to do is scream, then it's all over." He promised with a wicked smirk. I took deep breaths trying to ready my body for the pain. Nothing could prepare me though.

First, he brought out something that was similar to a toothpick, except it was metal. He was quick to lay my hand flat on the floor and stab me straight through. I sqeaked and groaned, but no scream. He left it there for the time being and reached for something else. It was a thin wire that he wrapped around the top of the arm that was stuck to the floor. Quicker then ever, he pulled the string and I watched as it cut into my skin. As he pulled the wire seemed to follow through until it had sliced me deep. I had bit my lip as hard as I could the whole time. I heard a tiny scream escape but was glad that he didn't count it.

I was close to giving in. I stared out the open door having a clear view. I didn't even want to see what he was going to do next. I felt him rip out the toothpick metal thing and felt a little relief in that. He slapped me again, sending me to the floor.

"I promise you will scream from this." The bad thing was I believed him. I still didn't look though. I just stared out the door. Looking out at the mass of trees past the driveway, I tried to think of happy thoughts. My eyebrows furrowed together when I swore I saw something move. I tried to look closer, but I couldn't. I wanted to laugh at myself. I wanted Cain to show up so bad that I was picturing things in the woods coming to save me. I was now the pathetic one.

"Ready?" Scar ask, but I kept my face forward. I could smell something burning. I knew what was coming next. I felt something hot on my back and tied to breath through it. I was doing good until Scar put all of his weight into it. 'I'm sorry.' I thought in my head.

I did the one thing I wasn't supposed to. I screamed.