Brutal Punishment

Yodafueva me · Brutal Punishment

This is just a story I randomly decided to write, I thought I'd share it with you. Feel free to criticize and comment.

Brutal Punishment: Part One

The pain I was feeling was unfathomable. It seemed as if every part of my body, every bone, every cell, was being crushed to a pulp. At this point, the only thing I felt was the pain, there was nothing else. I wasn't sure of where they had taken me. Wherever it was, it was a dimly lit room with nothing but a lamp that gave off the room's only light.

The two men standing above me were fixated on their job....they were torturing me, for no apparent reason. I was simply strapped to a long, narrow table that fit my width and height almost perfectly. I was merely 5'6, and weighed 180 pounds. I was skinny, had a weak stomach, and not much self-control to speak of. If I could give up something to convince them to stop the torture, I would. My problem was that the only thing these men wanted was to see me in pain.

You may be asking yourself: Just who am I? Why are these men doing this? How did they capture me? The first two questions I may answer in time, but for now I will only humor my readers with an answer to the latter question. Let's go back in time and collect my thoughts....

At approximately 8:35 PM, I was relaxing at my bungalow. There wasn't really anything on my mind, I was at peace. I felt pretty good...even great. So it would seem inevitable, in a sense, that something bad would happen to me. Eh, I definitely didn't expect something on this scale though.

It was now 8:40 PM, I was watching an old television show that gave me a sense of nostalgia, something I hadn't felt in a long time. There was a knock on the door, I got up to to see who was there. It turned out to be just a man. Now, normally I'm extremely cautious and dedicated to self-preservation. However, I felt secure, and decided to open the door. Wow, what a mistake it was. The man immediately pulled out a wrench and swiflty whacked me in the head. I fell to the floor and tried to get up, but he quickly hit me again, and I was knocked out cold.

I don't remember how I got to the location I am currently at. I assume it was by car, but I had know idea how much time had gone by and how far I was from my bungalow. After awakening, I saw two men in the room talking to each other. I noticed that the man who had knocked me out and persumably brought me to this place wasn't there. I conjectured and came to the conclusion that he was probably just a mercenary. He did his dirty work in bringing me to these people, got his money, and then left. Or perhaps they killed him....they might've had no intention of giving him the money.

I realized that I was thinking too hard about the man who brought me here. I had taken two blows to the head and had a raging headache. I initially was worried that I might've had internal bleeding in the brain, but it didn't feel that bad. One of the men came over to me, I had heard the other man call him Lindley. "So, we welcome you to our humble abode, we hope you're enjoying the accomidations!" Lindle said with a grin.

I stared at him, at a loss for words. I was angry but strapped to a table, so there was nothing I could do to him. I said: "You're out of your mind. Do you realize who I am? Who you're doing this to?"

Lindley laughed at me. My pathetic attempt to intimidate him had failed, not to my surprise.

"Your head hurts doesn't it Charles? You don't know pain, trust me. We are just getting ready to begin." Lindley said.

"How...how do you know my name?" I said. I was afraid, very afraid. Lindley laughed yet again. He grabbed some plyers and walked over to me. "Do you like your fingers Charles? Because you might have to manage without them."

He had placed the plyers on my index finger. I felt a snap and pain beyond measure. I screamed like never before, I felt tears gathering in my eyes....I felt pain. The scariest thing wasn't the pain itself, but that the pain was just beginning.

TO BE CONTINUED