03:30 am
The only thing Arthur remembers is walking home until everything is black. As much as he tried, all he remembered was darkness. All he saw was darkness.
But not until the moment the black cloth was removed from his head.
When he found himself in a room with cold colors, looking like a hospital room, he remembered exactly what happened. The first thing he looked at was his knee, bent backwards, like an iron bar that was crushed.
The pain finally started to attack, but he didn't scream or anything. Only a tear fell from his eye.
The moment that couple entered the house, pretending not to notice his existence, leaving him behind in a moment of despair, his heart was ripped open. Another part of his heart, the love for humanity, was brutally ripped from his heart.
His gaze was cold, with mixed hatred and despair, but as calm as a tiger that will attack at any moment.
In the corner of his eye, he could see a door.
Inside, on a table full of guns and drugs, three people were sitting, forming a triangle. The guy he saw, the tall, muscular man, had his back to him. Beside him was a thin guy, of medium height, and wearing a lab coat. In front of the two of them was a short guy with the same height as the tall one, looking directly into the room.
The person who removed the cloth from his head was a skinny man, with deep eyes and a noticeable insanity.
"Let's see, Sleeping Beauty decided to wake up" As soon as he noticed his captive's eyes opening, the skinny guy came in front of him "How are you feeling?" He asked, poking at the broken knee.
Arthur looked him straight in the eye, enduring the pain he was feeling. All he saw was a sadistic and immoral person, who did everything for money and fun. He wanted to speak, but realized that there was a lot of blood in his mouth.
"Hun!" He caught the skinny's attention.
"What the ..." Before he could finish the sentence, a spray of blood and saliva came in his face.
"Aaar, much better now!" Arthur smiled sarcastically.
"Son of a bitch!!!" The skinny guy punched his broken knee.
"Aaaargh !!!" His scream was loud, not as much as before, as he was beginning to get used to the constant pain. But that was enough to alert the other three. They all looked at the source of the screams, but only one rose. The one with lab coat.
"Hello. Good night, my beautiful captive." The man approached Arthur.
After calming down the pain he was feeling, Arthur said "Hello, my handsome kidnapper. About the good night part, I don't really want you to have it." A hateful smile appeared on his lips.
The man continued to walk, without even looking in the eyes. In a part of the room where his vision could not reach, he came pulling a movable table full of scalpels and other equipment that Arthur never saw, even in some medical books that he leafed through out of curiosity.
"I think with that here, I make my goal very clear. Today we are going to torture you!" The one in the lab coat spoke, as if it were something he said all the time, even to the children. "In case you're wondering why I'm doing this, it's for pure pleasure and fun."
"And I thinking i would be part of something bigger than just torture. I'm slightly disappointed in you" His cold eyes searched the soul of the man in the coat, just to see someone who indulges in the pleasures of life, who has no consequences for your actions and will always go unpunished.
"Well, I promise not to disappoint you then!" He smiled, picking up his broken knee. "Now we are going to do some experiments here." As soon as he finished playing it, he pulled the broken part forward, bringing it back to "normal".
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH !!!!" His anger at the person in front of him already exceeded limits that Arthur never imagined reaching.
"Look here, straight up. Now, what would happen if I put it back where it was?" The moment he finished, he kicked his knee, making him bend back again.
Numerous screams occurred in the room that night.
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5:00
"I think it's fine for today. I have to get a new guinea pig, this one can already be considered dead." He said the one in the lab coat, as he put the small table back in place and walked back to the table, closing the door to the room.
Arthur was in the chair. All his limbs were broken, at least twice, his fingers completely bent in unnatural directions.
His feet were missing fingers, and his body was full of cuts from the scalpel. The only thing on his body was his white shirt, completely torn and completely stained with blood, while his pants were in tatters with only the part near the groin intact.
His eyes completely lost their shine, no longer looking like he was alive, but still breathing. Inside that room, Arthur was destroyed countless times like a test dummy. There was only one thread left to keep his mind from falling into a deep emptiness of madness, despair and pain.
The only thing that kept his mind still active, and his death so close, yet so far, was not to leave Thomas alone. His life would be hell if it weren't for Arthur. Most of his fights were over him, but even so, he never regretted his actions.
'I have to stay alive. I need to go back there and take care of him ... I need ... just a little more ... I just need a break ... '
Just as his eyes were almost closing, finally accepting his death, a message appeared in front of him.
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