Chapter 11
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“This can go one of two ways. You can give me what I want or we beet it out of you.”
“Well, you can try, but I’m not telling you shit.”
“We will see about that.”
He stepped back as one of the other guys walked up and hit me, he didn’t hit me too hard, almost like he was scared to or starting off slowly. I couldn’t help, the word that came out just came out before I could stop it.
“p***y”
“What did you call me?”
“You heard that oops, but I called you a PUSSY.”
He hit me harder this time, hard enough to knock the car backwards, I laughed at the pain, I couldn’t help it, I was trained to edore and ignore. Hell once a month they would do this s**t to us to make sure we wouldn't break and record it to show the boss’s before the trials. I could do this s**t all day, and still beat his ass if I wanted to after.
“Tell me about your mission here.”
“What mission, the one about your mom being a hore?”
“You just don’t get it do you? I will hurt you till you tell me what we want to hear.”
“Nah, but I do think I will see your mom when I get out of here tho.”
He turned around to the camera in the corner of the room and yelled.
“I’m done.”
He walked out of the room and to wherever he wanted at that point I knew I had gotten to him. I knew Eran was watching, I couldn’t help but to laugh and start singing. They weren't going to get anything out of me. I looked over at the blood from the other guy and wondered what they got out of him, poor bastard.
“You know whatever you think I’m going to tell you, It’s not going to happen Eran.”
After a little while of me sitting there and singing, I could hear someone coming to the door. Blood that was running down my face dropped to the floor. Eran popped out from the door and stood there, there was someone standing behind him, I already knew it was, Mark.
“You will tell me everything.”
“No, I won’t. You think that if you torcher and hit on me enough that I spill my guts. You just know who I am, and what I can do.”
“Let me guess, best in your class.”
“What class?”
I could see the irritation in his eyes from all of this, I reveled in it. A giggle escaped my lips and I could see the furry in his face. He turned around and walked outside for a moment to bring in all kinds of things to use on me. Mark looked stone cold, I kind of admire that about him. I looked back at Eran with all the hate I felt for him, everything I had been bottling up inside. He seemed to be a little more cold than he let on to be, that wasn’t a shocker tho, I knew it was in there somewhere.
“So, you want it rough then?”
“Yes, please.” I said with a smile.
“Then rough it will be.”
I smiled at him for a moment, then he grabbed a knife, came over and cut my shirt open. He then took the tip and sliced right along my stomach, I screamed from the pain but then went to another laugh once he was done. Mark just looked at me and looked at him not caring what he thought. I knew now he didn’t care about me and I was fine with that.
“Tell me your name”
“My name is, Pencil Dick.”
He then took the knife again and cut into my stomach again. The pain was excruciating, but I didn’t give in. After I screamed it turned into almost a growl.
“What is your name?”
“Candy Man”
I said it with an evil look, he looked frustrated, like he didn’t know if he should stop and let the others take over or keep slicing me up. He turned around and started to walk out.
“You don’t have the stomach for this or what?”
“You were one of my best, and now I have done this. Do you think I like it?”
“Yes I do, you are nothing but a man that wants to hurt others and get his way. That just won’t happen tho, will it?”
“We will see.”
He then left with Mark walking behind him. I was alone for a while longer, I looked over to the window and saw it was getting dark wondering if there was going to be a night session. It was a peaceful night after all, I got some sleep with my head hanging down, trying to keep the blood from filling my mouth. I woke to a splash of water in my face, I looked up slowly to see who it was, Mark standing in front of me.
“Time to wake up, we need to talk”
“About? I swear if your here to interrogate me”
“I just want to know why you draw these”
He layed out my stretch book to the page of us kissing.
“Dream”
Then he flipped to the page of him being stabbed.
“Same dream”
“Why”
“I don’t know, maybe because I liked you, too much.”
- Writer
