stomachache's blog

(I might have to change the title, since I don't know how long I'm going to make this series, and it's well beyond the initial part. I'm thinking of just making it a short series at this point.)

Hector woke up to cold water in his face, trickling down his chest. He was still shirtless in nothing but his jeans, his back brushing against the smooth, cold wall behind him. He jerked his body and noticed his arms tied on either side of him to the wall, and his legs were tied at the calves, allowing him to stand but not to escape. His nipples spiked and goosebumps formed on his torso from the water, but he was starting to cool off, so it was temperate wherever he was.

He looked around to see a dimly lit room, perfectly square, with a windowed metal door in front. At the door was the big, bulky figure in all black, the one who sent Jonas to the hospital and almost stabbed him. Near the center, in his face, was a woman, pale with dark hair, wearing some combination between a trenchcoat and a robe. He recognized it as the outfit the second figure in the car was wearing.

"Welcome. I have a name, but I won't be telling you."

Hector felt anger boil in his stomach, which twinged uncomfortably from the punch she gave him that knocked him out. "Why not? Are you scared?"

She laughed. "No, not as long as you're restrained by titanium cuffs. The rubber coverings are for your sake, by the way, so they don't slice into your flesh."

"You're so generous." He looked into her eyes, which seemed to look into his with admiration. "Did you hurt Jonas?"

"No, he did." She pointed to the big one, who showed no greeting or reaction. "Under my orders, of course. Don't mind him. He's paid to serve, not be social."

Hector's thoughts churned in his brain, but he knew to ask enough questions to gather as much information as possible. "Why the fuck did you tell him to do that?"

"Do you have any idea how many people I've toyed with? Almost always they have the same reactions, same responses. They give into their fear, become cowering animals. Your precious Jonas is no different." She laughs. "You should've seen him when he was getting his tummy smashed. He cried like a bitch."

Hector was already scowling, and that statement spurred him to reach towards her in a vain attempt to break his bonds and attack her. Unsuccessful as it was, she responded by inserting two fingers into the side of his belly, below his navel. He screamed, her fingers seemingly bypassing his slight abs and making contact with one of his organs, putting immense pressure on it.

She caressed his face, brushing his long, black hair out of the way as he tried not to scream further. "That's your appendix. I could pop it like a water balloon. Do you think you know pain? I will rupture each and every one of the organs in your slim belly before I let you die." Her voice sounded more sensual than angry.

Tears formed in his eyes. He had been punched before, but this was precise, torturous. She knew what she was doing, and he believed her. "If you were gonna do that now," he gagged and swallowed from the pain, then looked her in the eyes, "you wouldn't have bothered kidnapping me."

"And THAT'S why I chose you." She pulled her fingers out with no warning, causing him to gasp and slightly convulse. "You couldn't give up if you tried. I want to break you, and I don't want to break you. This is solved by the hopeful possibility that I could, with the realistic expectation of failure."

He let his head tilt in front of him, saliva dripping down his chin like water from a melting icicle. His stomach churned, and he was grieving hope that he would escape. Whoever she was, whoever she answered to, she had enough resources to keep him wherever he was indefinitely. If he was going to leave, he'd have to be strong and smart, thinking every decision through.

"I can see you need some time to accept your situation. I'll be back later for, business." The door opened behind her, with no visible prompting from herself or her guard. "Oh, and don't worry about Jonas. He knows you won't be coming back."

His eyes widened and he struggled against his bonds as they both left, the door shutting firmly behind them. His bonds unclicked and he fell to a knee, favoring his belly near his appendix. He sobbed aloud, hoping that Jonas would hold out hope, and maybe even find a way to save him. He feared for himself, but more than anything, he feared for Jonas no longer having him with him.

Back at his apartment, Jonas was a crying, panicking mess, clutching Hector's shirt to his face to soothe himself with the smell. He loved him, completely, and believed he would never see him again, and that he had exhausted the last chance he ever had to bare his soul to him. In the midst of the turmoil, he felt a strange calm envelop him, an eye in the storm of his emotions. He knew he would see him again, that he would escape, and he knew exactly what he would say to him when he saw him again.