(AUTHOR WARNING: The following chapter will contain gruesome violence and subjects of torture.)
Ash's Pov
"You have always eluded me you damn brat, though I suppose it does attest to just how well trained your parents were so I shouldn't be shocked they trained you just as well. I remember the day I ordered you and your family killed and just how elated I was when the plan was carried out....until I fucking found out you weren't even dead! But...I did take a lot of anger out on your parent's killer. I beat him to a bloody pulp and then smashed his head in with a rock!" He sneers, his gaze dark and filled with nothing but malice and a dose of insanity for you.
Though you were blindfolded you could still feel the anger this man had towards you as if it were tainting the air and could be sliced and served cold with a knife, that's just how much this man hated you. He slowly walks around the chair you were tied in, his well polished black shoes clicking on the cold stone floor with every step he took until he stops right in front of you, all that could be heard was the sound of breathing. His heavy with anger, and yours almost silent as you hold it every so often in anticipation of this man's next move. You didn't know what he was planning, or what he even had with him. Surely it couldn't be anything good. You let out a stunned cry when you feel a sudden stinging across your face, blood beginning to slide down and itch your cheek in a slow trickle. This man....just hit you with a knife!
"Oh do you know the excitement this gives me my dear? Nothing is better than watching someone's blood spill from their body, but what makes it even more enjoyable is when I get to kill my enemies slowly. I can cut you however many times I want, in just the right places, and I could keep you alive for months. Years even," he laughs, spinning the knife in his hand and slamming it deep into your leg.
He gives an annoyed snarl when he doesn't even get a scream from you, watching you grit your teeth as your face contorts into pain before he sighs and kicks your chair over, laughing as your head hits hard against the stone floor.
"Whoops, one of the legs broke. I'd better fix it," he chuckles, the sound of shuffling metal echoing through the room before your captor walks towards you again. He slowly pulls the knife from your leg and rights the chair back up, a long steel nail resting against the hole the knife had entered in. "I do believe this will prove to be an excellent place to start don't you?" He purrs, a scream resounding through the room as the nail is driven through muscle, bone, more muscle, and finally through the wood of the chair that you were sitting in.
"You fucking bastard! You'll rot in hell where you belong!" You scream, tears streaming down your cheeks as you jerk against your ties, your body trembling from the pain you were feeling. This was all so insane, this man was insane!
"Baby cakes hell is exactly where you are right now and I'm sitting on the throne made out of the bones of my enemies!" He cackles, sending a hard kick into your stomach, and a knife right into your shoulder. "Scream for me won't you? It'll make this so much better."
Your Pov:
I let out a gasping breath when I'm kicked in the stomach, and let out a barely audible cry when I'm stabbed in the shoulder, desperately gasping for breath after literally getting the wind kicked out of me. I pant hard as this man continues his taunts and assaults upon me, screaming and crying out every time he stabs something into my right leg, unable to so much as move anything but my head.
"Why don't you beg me to stop? I'm running out of things to stab you with and I truly don't want to break your other leg until later. Do you think my doctors will have to remove your right leg? Just look at how I've damaged it...Oh! Wait a second you can't!" Ash giggles manically, his body rising and walking behind mine, snapping his fingers as his other hand jerks the blindfold from my head.
I give a displeased hiss and squint against the lights shining around me, desperately trying to shield myself by lowering my head, but ultimately wishing that I had bared with the light when I see the amount of objects stinking out of my right leg. Only the nail actually went through my bone, but everything was painful and felt ten times worse than the nail.
"I'm not going to beg for anything!" I snarl, gasping and coughing when my entire body is suddenly drenched in alcohol, a muffled scream leaving my lips as it finds its way into every slash and cut that my body had to offer. "I'm still not begging you for anything."
"Awww, but that's not how we play the game Y/N," Ash pouts, his eyes shining in delight as he gives a delighted hum and rummages through another box. "Let's see what I can do to get through to you. I mean, if torture doesn't work then some good old fashioned bartering will do," he grins, my eyes widening when he pulls out a drawing that I had received as a gift from one of my students. "Sally Williams huh? You're the bestest teacher I've ever had. Don't tell daddy that cause he'll be jelly." He reads aloud, laughing with his henchmen over the innocence of her words.
"Don't you dare touch her picture!" I snarl, glaring darkly at the man before me as he opens a lighter and clicks it on, my heart pounding hard as the seconds tick by.
"Your parents left you with all of the skills in the world, tried to give you the best in life by escaping my ring, and now you're back where you're started. But you know what the best part is?!" He laughs, bringing the flame closer to Sally's picture as he gives a dark grin. "You're willing to give up anything to keep some brat's picture safe!"
"SHE'S NOT SOME BRAT! SHE'S LIKE A DAUGHTER!" I scream, snapping the rope around my hands and launching myself at Ash, ignoring the nail tearing free of my leg as I tackle the man to the floor. "She's a little girl who has the same fire that my mother gave me and you can never put it out," I snarl, snapping Ash's wrist and grinning in delight when Sally's picture flies safely from the flame of the lighter, yelling and rolling from Ash when he ignites my clothes on fire, coughing and spitting out water when I'm drenched in freezing water to keep from burning to death.
"Now that's exactly what I'm talking about! Come on Y/N! Put up a fight just like you were taught!" Ash grins in delight, lunging himself at me and grunting when he's kicked away, simply righting himself once more and attacking me. As I grapple and fight with the man that's always had me on the run I fail to notice his advancing body guards, my only desire being to see the light of life drain from this man's eyes.
"I'm not going to let you win. I'm not going to run anymore!" I yell, grappling with Ash and managing to secure my hands around his throat. "Say your last words," I snarl, my hands right around Ash's throat, and my elbows cocked, ready to simply snap his neck if I have to.
"Now while this has been fun you must know that I'm a very busy man Y/N. Your wounds will be treated, and I'm sure you'll find your cell very comfortable. Oh, and I think I'll hold onto this. It's definitely nice leverage over you," he gasps, his hand grabbing and crumpling Sally's photo as I cut off his air supply.
"You're a dead man now Ash, and I'll fix her picture when I get back home," I snarl, tightening my hands with a grin before screaming and struggling when two pairs of strong arms grab me and pull me away from Ash, desperately trying to get back to the man so I could snap his damn neck. "Fight me like a man you damn coward. Get back here and fight!" I scream, continuing my struggle until a needle is slammed into my neck and my body grows limp, my mind fading into darkness as I watch Ash walk away with one of my most important treasures. "D-Don't touch a-any of their g-gifts......." Yes they were just drawings from my students, but they were really important to me.