Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 18:29:09 GMT -5
Later that night.......
Lane was busted up, beaten and all around fucked. He was standing in a small room in the corner with his hands ziptied around a pole behind his back. His mouth was filled with the coppery taste of blood and one of his eyes was swollen to the point of being nearly closed. There were already deep bruises formed around his neck from the chain they walked him on like a dog and his head was pounding from some random asshole practicing his punches on him. All this time they've had him they haven't said a single word to him, they just came around periodically to beat on him a little bit. Then they would leave him in the small dark room that smelled like mold and piss to what seemed like an enternity to Lane but had actually only been a few hours. In spite of his current prediciment, Lane wondered what was happening to Charly and Brina. Had they gotten away? Were they safe? He hoped they were and he didn't want them coming back for him. He just wanted them to get as far away from this filthy shithole as humanly possible. Lane strained against the ziptie with all the strength he could muster, but it was no use. He only succeeded in makin his hands turn red and throb like every other part of his beaten body. Lane spit a mouthful of blood on the floor every so often, the copper taste of the blood was making him feel nauseous. And he tried to keep his head straight up because when he looked down it made him dizzy. If he blacked out the weight of his body could dislocated his shoulders and he needed to get the fuck out of here. To do that he'd have to be able to fight when the time came. Finally the door opened and a man walked in. He was wearing a regular t-shirt and jeans. He looked about mid twenties, who the fuck was this little pipsqueek? He said Nothing, he simply walked in the room, stabbed Lane in the side and walked out closing the door behind him. Fuck. Lane thought to himself in the pitch black room and blacked out despite his best efforts.
When Lane came to he was shirtless and lying on the floor. His recent stab wound had been sutured up. His hands were now ziptied in front of him. He tried to move and cried out with pain; suddenly remembering being stabbed.
"What the fuck do these guys want?"
Lane fell to the floor, searching with his hands desperately looking for something, anything to find to use as a weapon. He was in survival mode, he had do do something or he wasn't going to make it in this place much longer. He bumbled across the floor in the darkness ignoring the pain that screamed from every part of his body. Until his hands fell upon something metal and smooth, it was a small, and in the darkness by touch alone; he was able to determine it was a zippo lighter. He opened it and flicked the dial several times until it finally produced a light. When the flame illuminated his world; he saw sitting in a chair in front of him the twenties something kid who stabbed him in the ribs. The kid was smiling. Lane looked at him trying to be brave, but this kid was creepy as fuck.
" WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?"
Lane screamed at the kid not really expecting an answer. The kid did not move from his seat. He simply leaned forward; his smile growing wider.
Asshole bandit leader: "I want you to prove you can survive a relentless assult, and then i want you to join us."
When Lane came to he was shirtless and lying on the floor. His recent stab wound had been sutured up. His hands were now ziptied in front of him. He tried to move and cried out with pain; suddenly remembering being stabbed.
"What the fuck do these guys want?"
Lane fell to the floor, searching with his hands desperately looking for something, anything to find to use as a weapon. He was in survival mode, he had do do something or he wasn't going to make it in this place much longer. He bumbled across the floor in the darkness ignoring the pain that screamed from every part of his body. Until his hands fell upon something metal and smooth, it was a small, and in the darkness by touch alone; he was able to determine it was a zippo lighter. He opened it and flicked the dial several times until it finally produced a light. When the flame illuminated his world; he saw sitting in a chair in front of him the twenties something kid who stabbed him in the ribs. The kid was smiling. Lane looked at him trying to be brave, but this kid was creepy as fuck.
" WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?"
Lane screamed at the kid not really expecting an answer. The kid did not move from his seat. He simply leaned forward; his smile growing wider.
Asshole bandit leader: "I want you to prove you can survive a relentless assult, and then i want you to join us."