[3 days later]
I've lost track of the time at this point, but it feels like months for me. Like they say 'No pain, No gain' well that's bullshit, because I'm getting a whole lot of pain but no gain. I'm surprised I haven't lost my sanity yet, guess having a brother had its perks after all.
"You still in there Lucas? Hold up buddy don't die on me yet, we still have a lot more fun to go through until I'm done with you." Smiles the bastard named Hernandez who has been torturing me for the past few days. Sometimes Ernesto will come by and silently watch as I'm writhing in pain and agony from all the cuts, stabs, shocks, and occasional acid spill on my body.
'I don't think my body can hold on for much longer, my memory is getting hazy and I seem to go unconscious more often.' I look up and see nothing, not darkness, but just nothingness. Hernandez decided to make me blind by slowly putting his knife into my eyes, it definitely hurt like hell.
I find the general direction where Hernandez is and with that, I spit out a mouthful of blood and teeth. 'Well there goes some more teeth.'
"Yo-u! Fucking rat bastard the hell you think you're doing!? Have you not been tortured enough? Is that it? Well I got news for you bastard, we still have plenty of time before I have to dispose of your body and I plan to crank your torture up a notch." Hernandez spat with much anticipation and pleasure. If I had to guess what expression he was making, it'd probably be like staring at a certain someone who used bubble gum from an anime I watched.
"You there! Hand me that drill." Ordered Hernandez.
"YES SIR!"
'A drill of all things to use? What does he plan to do?' I numbly thought while trying to keep my sanity intact.
-Vreme
Hernandez looks over at Lucas and sees him slowly opening his mouth. "Oh, has the rat got something to say?"
As he leans in I start mumbling. "Mushrooms, they can be used in a variety of ways, mushroom sauce, mushroom soup, chopped or sliced..."
Hernandez bursts out in a roarous laughter. "This bastard has truly gone insane hasn't?"
"...Not many like mushrooms, maybe it's because they're squishy or something, they have a good flavor when added to anything..." I continue to ramble on, with my almost inaudible voice. 'It honestly hurts like hell to talk, I haven't had any water and my throat feels like sandpaper whenever I swallow.'
Hernandez stares at me for a few moments wondering if I really have gone insane. "It's time to get this show on the road, scumbag?"
'That's golden coming from the guy torturing' I hatefully spat in my mind.
-Chiek
-Chiek
-Piuch
My body flinches but I don't scream out, but I can taste the metallic taste of blood once again escaping from my mouth. He seems to have decided with my arm first for this, he drills a hole slowly but fast enough to where I can feel everything from it. 'Well there goes my radius or ulna, I can't tell which at this point.'
"Tch, not even a squeal from this one ay'?" Hernandez clicks his tongue with disappointment.
'Oh? He wants a reaction from me? If that's what he's looking for, I think I got the right reaction for him.' I stop mumbling and slowly raise my head up to hopefully be facing where he is, I am blind after all.
"I also like to make some mushroom sauce for my steaks after I fucked your mom last week, cunt!" I snarl in the loudest voice I can muster, which isn't very loud from the sounds of it but loud enough for him to hear.
I can imagine Hernandez's face turning red and veins popping on his ugly mug from anger at my provocation.
Hernandez was shocked and surprised to see the rat that he has been torturing for the past few days actually speak a sentence with some clear intention. He also felt a shiver run down his spine for a mere moment when he looked at Lucas's face, whether it was because of his now melted and ruined eye sockets or the massive grin that accompanied his face he did not know.
"So the little rat still has some jokes left to say? Even after being tortured beyond recognition. Alright Alright let's see how much you can react after this." Hernandez grips Lucas's shoulder and winds his arm back and with his fist clenched tightly, he went right for my balls.
'He's going to hit my balls ain't he?' I thought moments before I feel like everything is spinning and going black, I throw up any remaining substance in my stomach and vile vomit sprays from my mouth, burning my already fucked throat.
Hernandez is laughing with such volume it hurts hearing it since my hearing seemed to be amplified a bit after going blind for a while now.
"YES, yes that is the reaction I was looking for, a bit of shame that you didn't squeal or scream though. What a pity." After getting over his pleasure from destroying my lovely tata's, he sighs in disappointment from my apparent still lacking reaction to his torture.
"Hernandez." Ernesto finally speaks after a while of watching.
"Yes, Boss?" Hernandez says with surprise as he didn't realize Ernesto had been watching.
"Stop for now, and prepare to take him to the Cleaners."
"Aw damn, it was just getting to the good part too." Hernandez said with much disappointment.
'Sadistic bastard, he's been torturing and beating me black and blue and he still hasn't gotten enough, if they don't shoot me soon I may actually go insane.' I talk to myself in my head.
"Yes I know you have been enjoying yourself but we can't spend all our time on him, we've got more things to do." Ernesto sternly spoke.
'I wonder if I'm going to develop a fear of holes?' I randomly thought in my head during this conversation between my two assailants.
"Yes, boss. I'll get the cleaners after I dispose of him." Hernandez said with the tone of deflating the balloon.
-tap
-Tap
-Tap
The sounds of Ernesto's cane slowly fades away from my hearing, and I can hear Hernandez sigh in disappointment after he watches his boss leave. "Old fart can never let me have my fun can he?"
"Fun my ass." I silently spat
"Did you have the most fun when I chopped your feet off to stumps with that wood splitter?" Hernandez asks out of nowhere.
'So that's what he used to make my feet to Groot's, got it.' I recall the memory and want to punch this bastard at least once before I die.
"What do you think...bastard it hurts like hell." I say hoarsely
"Well lucky for you, you get to be put down like a dog after all this"
"..."
"Well, time to finish this." Hernandez sighed dejectedly.
As I hear the sound of a bullet being loaded into the magazine of the pistol, I start thinking about the last issues of manga I really wanted to read. 'Haaa, damn guess I'll never know what happened now.' I thought with much disappointment.
-Tap
I feel the barrel of the pistol on the side of my head and I prepare myself to feel pain from being shot one last time.
"Well any last words you rat bastard?" Hernandez asks.
"Mushroo-" I start my sentence but get cut off.
-BANG!