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[watcher_pryce]

Getting slammed into a cage and nearly loosing consciousness and then not giving myself time to gather my wits, had obviously thrown my aim off. My vision was blurred, when I tried to shoot Angelus with the dart. Normally, and that is one of the few things I’m proud of, my aim is excellent. Now, still recovering from nearly dying and Angelus using

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[watcher_pryce]

Angelus and I had met before. The first time had been a fraud, demon supposedly brought out by some drugs. The second time nearly cost me and several others my life. It had been my idea to bring him about though, because he had the information we needed. Or so we thought, but he plaid us all. I had enough of being plaid, I had enough of games. Angelus would play the same game again. Taunting, hurting with words over hurting the body. Of course he took great delight in that as well.

The moment I woke up he zoned in right away, trying to hit the weak spot. The problem was, he didn’t tell me anything new. Aside from the fact that I apparently deceived others into thinking I was a hero. Whom? Faith and Angel? They’re all that’s left, and they never thought of me as a hero. Far from it in fact. A nuisance maybe, a good laugh perhaps, a nice punching bag surely, a betrayer in the end. But never a hero, I should be lucky they noticed me at all.

I gazed at him with a bored expression when he continued his story about Peter and the Wolf. The only reason the boy had to go and fight the wolf alone was because he’d been stupid enough to distance his friends by calling out needlessly for help three times and found himself alone. I remember feeling alone, but I did alright in the end.

Now, aside Faith and Angel, I also felt alone, I realized. They were strong, physically and mentally. They were dark, they both had their sins to atone for and the strength to do it. And what do I have? Human weakness and a nosedive into insanity when things get rough. Disgusted with myself, I bit down in the gag as he approached me.

I could be strong. I’d *been* strong. It just that on one really noticed, because the bad things are always those you remember. Not the other side of the coin.

My eyes never left his as he moved closer with that poker. I could feel the heat radiating from it everytime it came near my body. Steeling myself I could feel my body tense slightly while it waited for the inevitable. And when it finally came, pain flaring up and down my arm, I was rather glad for the cloth between my teeth. I swallowed down a sound that tried to make it out of my throat and the only visible thing I did was narrow my eyes at Angelus.

Well that and….curse inwardly. At myself, at Angel, at Faith. At the smell of burning flesh which made my stomach turn lightly. And wishing Angelus would just shut up already, his voice was starting to grate on me. No chance of that ever happening though.

[prodigal_slayer]

"You know I'm more of a sharp guy myself but every good watcher knows that slayers have to finish their missions, their lessons. Isn't that right, Wes? Not that you were ever a really good watcher. I mean, just look how she turned out." I was starting to feel a little tingle in my pants at that cute little mewling sound he made, choking back that scream behind the gag.

"C'mon Wes. Just let it all out. After all, we're all friends here." I finally pulled the poker away from his arm and walked around in front of him, holding the hot tip less than inches away from the side of his face.

"You're probably thinking Angel will come riding in here in the batmobile to rescue you any second now. Always waiting for your hero to save you." I smirked cruelly at that before lowering the hot poker a little bit and pressing it into his chest instead. I tilted my chin up smirking a little more as he groaned in pain. Still not a scream, but it was still music to my ears. "Except he never really ends up saving you, does he? Last time you were tied to this chair you got tossed aside like garbage, that's gotta sting."

Shaking my head I pulled the poker back a little bit only smiling still as he glared up at me, breathing hard behind the rag shoved in his mouth. "No screams yet? Maybe I have to try a little harder?" I raised an eyebrow in his direction hovering the hot poker just above his groin. He looked beautifully terrified for a full minute before I pulled the poker away and turned my back on him, walking back towards the fire.

"Although probably not as bad as that time he actually tried to kill you. Of course, you had that coming to you after kidnapping his son but hey, nobody's perfect."

Licking my lips a little bit and sticking the poker back in the fire I began whistling Peter and the Wolf again. This was getting boring.

"Usually I prefer sharp, but you understand it's not about me, right?" I turned around and dropped the poker to the floor with a smile.

Walking over to him I ripped the rag out of his mouth and bent down in front of him. "Where's the trademark stiff upper lip, Wes?"

[watcher_pryce]

I’d laugh and think it funny when I realize that my level to withstand pain has gone up considerably in my life. Considering the way I’d been in not so good old Sunnydale, as Angelus just loves to point out, it *has* significantly raised. Which is what I need to cling onto at the moment, telling myself I can do this. All I have to do is wait for Angel to show up. Even if he wouldn’t come for me, he’d come for Faith. He’s done so before. I don’t need Angelus to tell me that she’s more important to him then I ever could be.

Glaring at him as he keeps taunting, I keep clenching my teeth on the rag I my mouth, breathing hard through my nose. Some of his words leave a sting, but it feels like old scars on a cold and rainy day. Long in the past, but never forgotten. I can still feel my arm on such occasions where Faith had worked it over with a shard of glass. Faith. Was she still in there? Could she see all this? Feel it? Was she fighting? Or did she just…let him. I refused to believe the latter, because I’d seen the change in her.

Sweat was trickling down my body and I had to swallow hard when the hot poker suddenly hovered near my face. Nearly crossing my eyes I looked at it before glaring up at Angelus. It was almost a relief when he pressed the thing against my chest instead. Chocking down on another pained sound, I didn’t move my eyes away from his…Not even when I could feel the heat moving lower, lower and then pausing. There was a small flash of panic which I immediately cursed at and his smirk showed me that he noticed. Bastard. Coward. Arsehole. I do hope Faith or Angel will come through soon because he’s enjoying this far to much.

Then he’s moving again, whistling that ridiculous tune. My eyes close briefly while I release a calming breath through my nose. It’s only a short lived reprieve though, he’s back before I know it. More taunting, more insults. And I really wish he’d not removed that gag. Still, I refuse to scream, even if I have to bite of my tongue. He crouches down and I gaze at him levelly, trying to ignore the pain shooting up my arms and wrists as I try to wiggle out of the bonds.

“You,” I say, breathing a bit hard to come by, “don’t know anything. Not what I’m thinking, not about Faith and not about what you *think*….you should teach her. Or what I deserve, for that matter. You’re nothing but a manipulative bastard who was forced to live on rats for centuries, getting reduced to watching Angel become a champion of good.” It takes some effort, but I manage to curve my lips into a smirk that mirrors his. “You can‘t even use your own words. You’ll always be in their shadow,” I conclude. Just like me, how ironic.

[prodigal_slayer]

I let my smile grew wider as I reached a hand up and condescendingly patted him on the cheek a little bit. "See, that's where you're wrong Wes ol' boy. I know everything that Angel knows, and now? I know everything that Faith knows too. That's the thing about alter egos, everything's just on display and I'm like a kid in a candy store. All of this sharing just makes me warm and fuzzy." My smirk grew more deadly as I stood up, towering over Wesley now. "What do you say we cool things down a little bit?"

And now we were onto the next step. Cold, right Faithy? She screamed back at me to let him go but I loved it when she screamed and if Wes wouldn't scream? I'd settle on tormenting Faith. Whistling the same song I moved behind Wesley so he couldn't see what I was doing. I hadn't quite figured out what this place had been used for before but they had a gigantic walk in freezer. Pretty sweet set-up for a guy like me with big plans in the works.

After I'd propped the freezer door open I smiled as the cold air settled on my skin. Not that it bothered me, after all I was always room temperature. Grabbing the back of Wesley's chair I started dragging him backwards until completely throwing him right into the freezer. Letting the door shut behind me, I marvelled at the way his wrists twitched, aching desperately to get free as the chair toppled over and he fell to his side, still tethered to the chair.

[watcher_pryce]

“Denial always has been your best friend hasn’t it? Well that or getting drunk. Didn’t amount to much as a human, didn’t do much better as a vampire. Always needed to be led by the hand.” God, I realized I sounded so much like my father at that exact moment it made me shut up instantly. A cold chill went through me at that though and I suddenly recalled chasing Fred through the Hyperion. It was that same chill settling over me now.

Rather disturbing.

I raised an eyebrow at Angelus when he mentioned we should cool things down a little. It was on the tip of my tongue to taunt him about not finishing ‘hot’. Because really if that was all he had? Faith was one step ahead of him. I’d actually been afraid of her when she towered above me with that make shift flame thrower. Instead I just glared back at Angelus when he tried to do his towering and all I could think of was how much he stank. Reeked. Filthy.

Of course then he had to get unsettling by moving out of my sight. I hated it when he moved out of my sight. For one I couldn’t glare at him, but more importantly, I couldn’t see what he was planning. And that tune was *really* getting on my nerves. If that was his goal? Then I ought to congratulate him because it was working.

I could hear his footfalls moving about, heard a door open and him coming back. What was he going to do? Put me in front of the ice-box? I kept trying to free my wrists, leather biting into my skin. Should I try to talk to Faith? Would that be of any use? Could she over rule him? Those were thoughts that went through my mind while I listened to him stomp about.

When he suddenly grabbed me from behind, tears sprang in my eyes and I had to bite down on my cheek to keep any sound from getting out. Using my feet as much as I could, which wasn’t much, I was helpless as he dragged me toward the… freezer? Christ, leave it to him to find a place with something like this. I toppled over to the side, my head hitting the hard floor with a thud which made me see stars for a moment.

The cold settled over me rather quickly. A meat locker? Shaking my head clear, I blinked and glanced around, trying to get Angelus back in my vision again. I didn’t like it when he was out of it. I didn’t like it when he was in it either, but you can’t have everything. “Faith?” I tried, wondering if she could hear me.

[prodigal_slayer]

"Ironic. Don't you think?" I chuckled a little bit, whining for Faithy. Now wasn't that just the sweetest thing you'd ever heard.

"Now you're crying for Faithy to come and bail you out. Why are you looking for her to rescue you? Huh Wes? This is her grand plan, I'm just carrying it out for her. She wanted this for you and now you want her to come save you." I laughed a little more at that because let's face it. Wesley was really funny when he was being pathetic.

Crouching down right in front of his face I cupped my large hand over his cheek pressing his face a little harder against the ice cold floor.

"Lemme tell you something about little Faithy. She's inside right now and my God, she's laughing her ass off about how pathetic you are right now. She's floored that you're finally getting what you deserve." I smirked as I lied and patted his face hard.

"But don't take it so hard, I'm sure your retarded plan of trying to kiss and make up with her would have worked eventually." My voice was dripping with sarcasm as I stood up and leaned against the wall.

My eyes trailed down the length of his body as he shivered violently. Yep. It was getting chilly in here.

[watcher_pryce]

The moment I saw that disgustingly, overly gleeful spark in his eyes, I know I’d made a mistake. Again. Nothing new there, only this time it may not only cost my life. It may cost Faith’s as well. His hand presses my face against the cold hard floor until, if I were a vampire, I could hear small blood vessels tearing. Since I wasn’t, I felt it bruise.

Gritting my teeth, I try to ignore his words, but there’s no denying that lingering doubt. That small part of me that wonders if it’s true, if that’s what she’d really do while trapped in there. Helping him, instead of me. Ropes still biting my skin, I keep trying to get loose, while he keeps on taunting.

She did tie you to a chair, remember? No, that’s in the past. I refuse to believe she’d do that. I can’t believe it, because if I do, then what do I have left? Angel’s not going to come for me. He’d come for Faith though. And what if this is a game between the two of them eh? What if they planned this, what then?

Shut up.

God, it’s so cold. “I don’t believe you,” I mumbled, lips nearly blue from the cold. Shivering, I glared up at him and just stare for a long moment. “Talk all you want, you bastard, I don’t believe a word you say. You’re the king of lies.” So cold… rather pleasant really. It doesn’t hurt, it’s just…cold. Faith should have tried this form of torture. Tired though, feeling so very, very tired. She’s laughing at you from inside him. No, it’s not true. That’s not who she is anymore.

My fingers stop fumbling with the ropes, to stiff to move as my eyes flutter closed. Tired. I’ll just go to sleep. Only for a few moments. Angelus and his taunts are boring, I wouldn’t miss a thing. Just a few moments.

And the you die.

[prodigal_slayer]

"Don't lay down on me now, Wes!" I exclaimed loudly as I watched his eyes start to droop closed. He was just so fragile it was annoying. It'd be so much more fun to torture Faith, too bad Loser Boy was taking up space in her body right now. Well, I guess I could always book the first flight to Rome and see how my other favorite girl was doing. My mouth turned up in a smirk at the thought. No fair paying attention to one without the other and it'd been a long time since I'd last seen Buffy the Vampire Fucker. Now there was an itch I could get scratched for my good buddy Angel.

Kicking Wes a little in the ribs I saw him jolt awake right before his eyes started to close a little more. Now that was no fun at all. What was I gonna have to do with him? Oh right. Torment him some more. Like there was really any doubt about that happening. Still whistling a little quietly I walked out of the freezer and back into the main part of the house. Turning the hot water all the way up in the large steel kitchen sink I began filling up a bucket with scalding hot water.

Turning off the faucet I walked back into the freezer and without another word dumped the whole bucket of hot water over Wes. He sucked in a breath and I was pretty sure I heard a groan but no screaming. Too bad.

"You know what shock does your body Wes? Of course you do, why am I telling you? After all, you're the genius around here." I chuckled a little bit as I hauled him upright, the chair still attached to him. Opening the freezer door I tossed him back out into the kitchen, making sure his chair landed upright this time.

"I think we're gonna skip loud this time, Wes. She's cute but she's not all that creative and really? I should teach her a thing or two. It's only sporting. I'm sure you as a Watcher can appreciate that." With a smile I untied his legs from the chair and lifted him out of it by the back of his neck. His toes barely scraped the floor as we walked into another room.

"This one is a personal favorite of I think everyone in this room," I smirked at him a little bit as I kissed him roughly on the forehead before shoving him hard into a small closet. It was barely even big enough to be a closet. Dark and small and confined, I knew how much Wesley loved that. Without another word I latched the door closed waiting to hear what Wesley's response would be from the other side of the door.

[watcher_pryce]

He can babble on all he wants, just as long as I get to sleep. And really as far as torture goes, this is the best one yet. I could easily die here without any pain to remember when I arrive in hell. My eyes droop even further closed until I there’s a kick to my ribs. Now that? I felt. Eyes shooting open, I glare at Angelus, holding my breath before slowly letting it out around sore ribs, eyes closing.

I could hear him prowling around again. Leaving the room…freezer? Wherever, he was leaving. And I know that should concern me, because now I couldn’t anticipate what he was going to do anymore. Until I heard water from outside the door. I frowned at that, wondering what he was up to. I didn’t have to wait long. The moment the scalding hot water hit my skin, I could feel it burning me deeply. Chest, back, arms, legs mostly.

My eyes shot open and I bit my lip hard once more until I tasted the iron tang of blood on my tongue. God, that *hurt*. So simple and yet very effective. I’ll bet he didn’t use this much in his old days, what with having to heat up the water above fire. Keep thinking like that, Wes. Just keep your mind busy and you wont feel a thing. Did I know what happened to a body went into shock. A bit late to ask that question I think.

Not that I had time to think, Angelus was already ahead of the subject. The room tilted sideways as I was yanked upright and tossed into the kitchen. I’d admire his good aim, if I had time or energy and if it didn’t involve me. His next movement made my stomach boil with fear, which only became worse when he dragged me into another room and paused in front of a….closet.

Bastard! He knew, he *knew*.

I bit down on a small whimper, struggling for the first time when he opened the dam thing. The darkness coming from it was already falling over me like a suffocating cloak. I didn’t even get time to react to his treatment before he shoved me in there and shut the door. Hands still tied to my back, I scrambled to the corner, pulling my knees up to my chest while trying to control my breathing.

No need to panic. It’s just a closet. He can’t hurt you in here, see? He can’t touch you in here. It’s just you, and the pain he’s already done to you, and a very, very small closet. With hardly any air. No! It’s just a….closet, nothing more. No need to be afraid, no need to panic…Suck it up, boy! Take it like a man and stop crying! No, he‘s not here either. No one in here but me. That‘s right, just calm down. So cold. Still so cold.