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Adult ++
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17
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Chapter 10: Rest
AN: This is another short one I’m afraid, but it wrote itself.... while I last listening to some rather 'interesting' music. Heh.
Suggested Listening: Rich Man by 3oh! 3; Michael by Franz Ferdinand (omg don't even ask me why I like this song, or why I was listening to it while writing this 0_o. I hated it when I first heard it.... then it came on my playlist when I thought I had deleted it and it grew on me... like moss. Listen to the lyrics, replace Michael with Mihael ^_^. )
Chapter 10: Rest
The lights wavered in front of him and no amount of blinking cleared his vision. He withheld another yawn and his eyelids drooped dangerously once again. How long had it been since they had let him sleep?
Sleep deprivation. It had taken its toll on him quite quickly.
They had apparently decided that this was the best torture to be done next, to give his body time to heal. How his body was going to accomplish this with no sleep he wasn't sure.
His arms were shackled above his head by cuffs and the attached chain was suspended from the ceiling. His toes could only just touch the floor. His neck and shoulders ached fiercely and his wrists felt as though they were being rubbed raw.
Only when the pain in them became too much did he grab hold of the chain above him; fingers gripping the cold metal links tightly and giving his abused wrists a rest. His eyes closed and he could feel sleep trying to take him.
He gasped loudly as ice water was thrown on him. His eyes snapped open and he jerked awake instantly. He hadn't been allowed to sleep in so long... his head was pounding; his heart pounding in his ears, distracting, irritating.
He needed sleep. And he felt anger rise in him for a split second before he managed to calm himself. He would take any of the other tortures at the moment if he could just get some sleep. It was affecting his moods, his judgment, and his thoughts worse than anything thus far.
He felt nauseous half the time, when he could feel something other than the constant headache, and irritable the other half.
He was not an emotionally sound person on the best of days... but he was going from anger to feeling depressed to exhausted every few minutes. It was messing with his mind...
He saw things too... things out of the corners of his eyes, that when he looked, weren't there. He was tired. He knew this. All of that was just the byproduct of lack of sleep. So everything would be fixed when he finally got sleep... right?
He yawned again, unable to hide it this time. Spots formed in his vision and only worsened when he tried to blink them away. His eyes closed again.
“I don't think so, not yet.” something smacked into his side and when his eyes cracked open he jerked back from the hand in front of his face. Only... his torturer was already across the room again, by the camera.
The hand was gone. Had it ever been there? The soft laughter crossing the room said no.
He was fed and given water, all had to be done for him as he was suspended by his wrists. It was humiliating. But the longer he was there, the less he cared about anything other than sleep.
The hours blurred together, he had long since lost track in his head. Days? Had it been days since he'd lost track?
His body trembled, fingers shaking around he chains.
He couldn't take any more. He let his fingers slide free of the chain links and his body dropped until he once again dangled from the cuffs on his wrists. They dug in painfully and made him bleed again, though he didn't move any more.
He was almost done. Almost to his breaking point. He was sure his captors could see it. He couldn't hold his expressions any longer; it took more energy than he had to exert.
Sometimes he had trouble remembering where he was; he would close his eyes and panic would serge through him the moment they opened again.
“Detective, where is L?” the muscles around his eyes twitched. Sleep... if he told them he could sleep...
No. It wouldn't be the type of sleep he wanted. They would only give him eternal sleep if he told them...
“Go to h-hell...” he frowned at the way his speech was slurred. His eyes closed, head dipping to his chest for a moment before shooting up in alertness; heart pounding. He shook his head gently, but only ended up making himself dizzy.
The room was spinning and he couldn't tell if he was moving, or if it was the room... nausea churned uneasily in his stomach only moments before blackness swam across his vision.
Sounds came back first, the sound of something being struck.
Then touch.
His face stung and his eyes slipped open lazily, unwillingly.
“Oh, finally decided to wake up? Have you had enough yet?” through the haze, he knew enough to answer 'no'. Though he couldn't string together anything more than that. He couldn't remember why he was saying no.
Yes meant sleep.
No meant this.
But ‘no’ also meant he might live another minute, another day, another week. Long enough to perhaps see him again.
He would always answer no.
-End Rest-
AN: Yeah.... Well i really have nothing to say about this one. The next chapter, the last torture chapter, is my favorite....
Suggested Listening: Rich Man by 3oh! 3; Michael by Franz Ferdinand (omg don't even ask me why I like this song, or why I was listening to it while writing this 0_o. I hated it when I first heard it.... then it came on my playlist when I thought I had deleted it and it grew on me... like moss. Listen to the lyrics, replace Michael with Mihael ^_^. )
Chapter 10: Rest
The lights wavered in front of him and no amount of blinking cleared his vision. He withheld another yawn and his eyelids drooped dangerously once again. How long had it been since they had let him sleep?
Sleep deprivation. It had taken its toll on him quite quickly.
They had apparently decided that this was the best torture to be done next, to give his body time to heal. How his body was going to accomplish this with no sleep he wasn't sure.
His arms were shackled above his head by cuffs and the attached chain was suspended from the ceiling. His toes could only just touch the floor. His neck and shoulders ached fiercely and his wrists felt as though they were being rubbed raw.
Only when the pain in them became too much did he grab hold of the chain above him; fingers gripping the cold metal links tightly and giving his abused wrists a rest. His eyes closed and he could feel sleep trying to take him.
He gasped loudly as ice water was thrown on him. His eyes snapped open and he jerked awake instantly. He hadn't been allowed to sleep in so long... his head was pounding; his heart pounding in his ears, distracting, irritating.
He needed sleep. And he felt anger rise in him for a split second before he managed to calm himself. He would take any of the other tortures at the moment if he could just get some sleep. It was affecting his moods, his judgment, and his thoughts worse than anything thus far.
He felt nauseous half the time, when he could feel something other than the constant headache, and irritable the other half.
He was not an emotionally sound person on the best of days... but he was going from anger to feeling depressed to exhausted every few minutes. It was messing with his mind...
He saw things too... things out of the corners of his eyes, that when he looked, weren't there. He was tired. He knew this. All of that was just the byproduct of lack of sleep. So everything would be fixed when he finally got sleep... right?
He yawned again, unable to hide it this time. Spots formed in his vision and only worsened when he tried to blink them away. His eyes closed again.
“I don't think so, not yet.” something smacked into his side and when his eyes cracked open he jerked back from the hand in front of his face. Only... his torturer was already across the room again, by the camera.
The hand was gone. Had it ever been there? The soft laughter crossing the room said no.
He was fed and given water, all had to be done for him as he was suspended by his wrists. It was humiliating. But the longer he was there, the less he cared about anything other than sleep.
The hours blurred together, he had long since lost track in his head. Days? Had it been days since he'd lost track?
His body trembled, fingers shaking around he chains.
He couldn't take any more. He let his fingers slide free of the chain links and his body dropped until he once again dangled from the cuffs on his wrists. They dug in painfully and made him bleed again, though he didn't move any more.
He was almost done. Almost to his breaking point. He was sure his captors could see it. He couldn't hold his expressions any longer; it took more energy than he had to exert.
Sometimes he had trouble remembering where he was; he would close his eyes and panic would serge through him the moment they opened again.
“Detective, where is L?” the muscles around his eyes twitched. Sleep... if he told them he could sleep...
No. It wouldn't be the type of sleep he wanted. They would only give him eternal sleep if he told them...
“Go to h-hell...” he frowned at the way his speech was slurred. His eyes closed, head dipping to his chest for a moment before shooting up in alertness; heart pounding. He shook his head gently, but only ended up making himself dizzy.
The room was spinning and he couldn't tell if he was moving, or if it was the room... nausea churned uneasily in his stomach only moments before blackness swam across his vision.
Sounds came back first, the sound of something being struck.
Then touch.
His face stung and his eyes slipped open lazily, unwillingly.
“Oh, finally decided to wake up? Have you had enough yet?” through the haze, he knew enough to answer 'no'. Though he couldn't string together anything more than that. He couldn't remember why he was saying no.
Yes meant sleep.
No meant this.
But ‘no’ also meant he might live another minute, another day, another week. Long enough to perhaps see him again.
He would always answer no.
-End Rest-
AN: Yeah.... Well i really have nothing to say about this one. The next chapter, the last torture chapter, is my favorite....