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Death Note › Yaoi-Male/Male › Mello/Matt
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
1,892
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 3: Lash
AN: This is an experiment... yeah....
Suggested Listening: Kiss and Control by AFI; Falling Down by The Birthday Massacre; Lost At Sea by At This Moment
Chapter 3: Lash
All at once his senses came flooding back to him. All except sight, and for a panicked moment he thought he was blind. In a sense he was; he was blind folded. Some sort of cloth still covered his eyes and his hands and feet were bound a well.
He was alone in the room, the silence attested to that.
He was cold, much cooler than he should have been, and it took no large amount of time for him to come to the realization that he had been stripped naked. He frowned. They may as well have gagged him while they were at it.
Though no one was in the room he felt as though he were on display, a new toy to be played with. Though knowing how the 'toys' ended up was no comfort.
A loud metallic bang echoed thought the room; the sound of a bolted latch coming undone. He could hear the door slide open and a pair of footsteps on what sounded like cement; with how it felt against his skin it was more than likely.
“There is no need for you to pretend to sleep, I know that you're awake.” he hadn't been pretending. Just because he wasn't making a fuss didn't mean he was pretending to do anything.
“I suppose I should get started. I'm supposed to ask you if you would oh so kindly tell us everything you know about L. So how about it?” he didn't answer. There was nothing to say.
There was a swoosh and the back of his thigh exploded in pain. He gasped in surprise.
“Answer me!” the man snapped. “No.” he grit his teeth and this time his shoulder was hit. From the feeling and the sound it made while being swung though the air it was probably a wooden paddle, a switch, or something like it.
But knowing what it was didn't stop the pain.
“That's alright then; I was hoping you wouldn't cave so easily. I was told to spend a few days with you before asking again.”
It didn't matter how many times he was hit, or how many times he was asked. His answer would remain the same.
And the pain would always be painful.
His hands were unbound though he knew better than to do anything more than move them to his front.
He was yanked to a kneeling position, and when he didn't cooperate well enough with that, he was hit in the stomach. He coughed violently as the air was literally knocked from his lungs. His muscles clenched in pain and he wanted nothing more than to curl back up on the floor.
There was the sound of something sliding but he paid it no mind though he knew that observation was key in his situation. Suddenly his blindfold was being taken off and he blinked rapidly in the dim light.
“Look at me.” he stared defiantly at the ground, he supposed it didn't matter what he did or didn't do. The man would find a way to be brutal with him; it was just the way this organization was.
“I said look at me!” his face was roughly jerked upwards and he had only seconds to watch as something made of metal struck the side of his face. His vision blacked out for a startling moment before a sharp throbbing stemmed from his left temple and stretched outwards.
He heard laughter but he didn't dare open his eyes to check; any movement, small or large, sent massive pain shooting from that spot.
But he wasn't given a choice in the matter. Something came around his neck and was tightened; his hands fumbled at the material, trying to get rid of it.
“You will learn to listen, or this experience will be even more unpleasant for you.” it was a belt, there was a belt around his neck, and if his tormentor chose to, he could choke him. Kill him right there.
Rationally he knew the man wouldn't be allowed to do so, because of his knowledge, but the feeling of the leather strap across his throat was making it hard to stay calm. And the man tugging at the belt knew it.
With both hands clutching at the leather belt he'd left his body unprotected and it was immediately taken advantage of. The wooden paddle was brought down hard across his right hip and he couldn't hold in a cry of pain.
But the second he moved his hands from his neck the strap was yanked, choking him. He was being given a choice, choke or be beaten.
The man couldn't kill him...
But that didn't mean he couldn't do a lot of damage.
The leather was pulled tighter and with a sinking feeling, he moved his hands back to it.
By the time the man left for the day, what day he wasn't sure, his body was tender and ached all over. The bastard had even smacked him across the face another time and he could feel blood slide down from his head and catch in the blindfold; which had been replaced, along with whatever bound his hands, just before the man had departed.
It became sticky and damp, coated in the foul metallic smelling blood.
He sucked in a breath and released it slowly. It could be worse, he reminded himself. They wanted him for information so they would keep him alive. And that would be their mistake, because they would find him, and take the entire organization down at the same time.
He just needed to stay alive and sane until then.
-End Lash-
AN: This was short, I know. But I promise these chapters will get longer. Though maybe for his sake they shouldn't 0_o? Um… I really have no idea how ‘bad’ the torture sessions will get, if worse at all. It’s basically where my mind wants to wander, though I do have some very nice plans in store....... Lots of research was involved..... hehe.
Next update will be on Saturday if I have time. ^_^
Suggested Listening: Kiss and Control by AFI; Falling Down by The Birthday Massacre; Lost At Sea by At This Moment
Chapter 3: Lash
All at once his senses came flooding back to him. All except sight, and for a panicked moment he thought he was blind. In a sense he was; he was blind folded. Some sort of cloth still covered his eyes and his hands and feet were bound a well.
He was alone in the room, the silence attested to that.
He was cold, much cooler than he should have been, and it took no large amount of time for him to come to the realization that he had been stripped naked. He frowned. They may as well have gagged him while they were at it.
Though no one was in the room he felt as though he were on display, a new toy to be played with. Though knowing how the 'toys' ended up was no comfort.
A loud metallic bang echoed thought the room; the sound of a bolted latch coming undone. He could hear the door slide open and a pair of footsteps on what sounded like cement; with how it felt against his skin it was more than likely.
“There is no need for you to pretend to sleep, I know that you're awake.” he hadn't been pretending. Just because he wasn't making a fuss didn't mean he was pretending to do anything.
“I suppose I should get started. I'm supposed to ask you if you would oh so kindly tell us everything you know about L. So how about it?” he didn't answer. There was nothing to say.
There was a swoosh and the back of his thigh exploded in pain. He gasped in surprise.
“Answer me!” the man snapped. “No.” he grit his teeth and this time his shoulder was hit. From the feeling and the sound it made while being swung though the air it was probably a wooden paddle, a switch, or something like it.
But knowing what it was didn't stop the pain.
“That's alright then; I was hoping you wouldn't cave so easily. I was told to spend a few days with you before asking again.”
It didn't matter how many times he was hit, or how many times he was asked. His answer would remain the same.
And the pain would always be painful.
His hands were unbound though he knew better than to do anything more than move them to his front.
He was yanked to a kneeling position, and when he didn't cooperate well enough with that, he was hit in the stomach. He coughed violently as the air was literally knocked from his lungs. His muscles clenched in pain and he wanted nothing more than to curl back up on the floor.
There was the sound of something sliding but he paid it no mind though he knew that observation was key in his situation. Suddenly his blindfold was being taken off and he blinked rapidly in the dim light.
“Look at me.” he stared defiantly at the ground, he supposed it didn't matter what he did or didn't do. The man would find a way to be brutal with him; it was just the way this organization was.
“I said look at me!” his face was roughly jerked upwards and he had only seconds to watch as something made of metal struck the side of his face. His vision blacked out for a startling moment before a sharp throbbing stemmed from his left temple and stretched outwards.
He heard laughter but he didn't dare open his eyes to check; any movement, small or large, sent massive pain shooting from that spot.
But he wasn't given a choice in the matter. Something came around his neck and was tightened; his hands fumbled at the material, trying to get rid of it.
“You will learn to listen, or this experience will be even more unpleasant for you.” it was a belt, there was a belt around his neck, and if his tormentor chose to, he could choke him. Kill him right there.
Rationally he knew the man wouldn't be allowed to do so, because of his knowledge, but the feeling of the leather strap across his throat was making it hard to stay calm. And the man tugging at the belt knew it.
With both hands clutching at the leather belt he'd left his body unprotected and it was immediately taken advantage of. The wooden paddle was brought down hard across his right hip and he couldn't hold in a cry of pain.
But the second he moved his hands from his neck the strap was yanked, choking him. He was being given a choice, choke or be beaten.
The man couldn't kill him...
But that didn't mean he couldn't do a lot of damage.
The leather was pulled tighter and with a sinking feeling, he moved his hands back to it.
By the time the man left for the day, what day he wasn't sure, his body was tender and ached all over. The bastard had even smacked him across the face another time and he could feel blood slide down from his head and catch in the blindfold; which had been replaced, along with whatever bound his hands, just before the man had departed.
It became sticky and damp, coated in the foul metallic smelling blood.
He sucked in a breath and released it slowly. It could be worse, he reminded himself. They wanted him for information so they would keep him alive. And that would be their mistake, because they would find him, and take the entire organization down at the same time.
He just needed to stay alive and sane until then.
-End Lash-
AN: This was short, I know. But I promise these chapters will get longer. Though maybe for his sake they shouldn't 0_o? Um… I really have no idea how ‘bad’ the torture sessions will get, if worse at all. It’s basically where my mind wants to wander, though I do have some very nice plans in store....... Lots of research was involved..... hehe.
Next update will be on Saturday if I have time. ^_^