Chapter 3 - finally!
Hey guys! I know it's been forever since I updated this! Big whoops! But I found it hard to get the motivation, lucky over the last few days I've managed to type this whole chapter out, and some! :)
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 Title: Feral Flux. Word Count: 1,309. Chapter: 3/? Rating: PG-13; Descriptive violence. Summary: 'This thing was lost, beyond repair, tormented with suffering'... The thing, is a human, treated like a discarded beast. Beaten, unwanted, lost and suffering. It seems it will never end. What will happen to this poor human, and will he ever get out alive?
A/N: Feedback is love! Also, I was pretty mean to our boy in this Chapter. :(
It was the choking, spluttering of a faraway voice that awoke him, and only then, when truly in consciousness did he realise that it was his own voice. He was choking and spluttering. There were ice cold hands slowly sucking the poor soul out of him, and darkness was creeping back over him. Until, right at the last moment, the hands withdrew themselves. A glorious breath filled his screaming, starved lungs and he just lay there, embracing in the wonderful biological reactions coursing throughout him. After a few more delicious breaths, Jeff managed to find the strength to cast a glance at the other being, his master. If it were possible, Jeff would have said the figure before him looked a darker shade, but you can’t get much darker than pure black. However, it was obvious that the figure before him was bigger and stronger than he was the last time Jeff saw him, but Jeff was getting weaker. It felt as if the master was sucking strength from Jeff to make himself more powerful.
These were the moments Jeff hated the most, when his keeper would just stand there, observing him as if he were a lab rat doing some sort of sickening experiment. But his master would just grin evilly, as if the pain and torment Jeff was forced through was amusing. His master was obviously now aware that Jeff had caught his breath and advanced forward, hand poised to grab Jeff’s neck. Weakly, Jeff tried to crawl backwards, away from the thing that loomed in the darkness waiting to strike, but he ended up backing straight against a wall. Now cornered, he could only hope that the ordeal would be quick as the cold hand melted into his skin, burning his throat, he knew his master wanted to play. And Jeff did not like his games. There was no way he could escape anyway, his ankle was shattered and his master was unbelievably strong and fast, as though it fed on Jeff’s energy. The master’s face was soon breathing it’s awful aroma into Jeff’s face, wakening Jeff’s gag reflexes.
It was strange, the master, Jeff had never paid as much attention to the face of the abuser until now. It’s face was engulfed by the shadows, no facial features were visible, it was as if it were a shadow. However, amidst the shadowed face of nothing, two eyes glared darkly, burning through Jeff’s soul. They were an eerily similar colour to how Jeff’s used to be, before they were drowned of their colour by sorrow and pain, yet these were a lot darker, filled with pure evil. Shutting his eyes, he braced against whatever his master had in stole for him this time, but his master wasn’t going to play along that easily. The sharp fist grabbed a thick knot of his matted hair and snarled into his face.
“Open your eyes, wimp! I want to embrace and ravish in your suffering, and at how much pain your eyes bleed!”
Slowly, Jeff opened his eyes, more terrified now than before. The smirk that greeted him was so sharp Jeff wouldn’t be surprised if it were to cut through him like an axe to butter. He saw the raise of the fist, the other hand clasping his neck and squeezing out every breath, and fought back the burning tears that threatened to surface. The fist collided with Jeff’s nose, straight on. There was enough force to send his head back, to slam loudly against the hollow wall, creating an echo. Jeff’s scream of agony merged with the dull ricocheting hollow sound. The noise slowly quietened out before the next punch came. With every punch, Jeff’s head was thrown back to collide with the wall behind, causing pain all over his head. His head was pounding and he was almost certain his head was bleeding. He already could taste the metallic tang of his own blood that had pooled out of his nose. Jeff started to feel slight drops of something wet on the back of his neck and realized that his initial suspicions of his head were true. The blood continued to travel down his back, already starting to crust.
The desperate cry of a broken, destroyed man that escaped Jeff’s lips described him exactly. The cry was shattering, just as Jeff’s soul was, and drowned his ears with the physical noise of his agony. His brain, which was now most likely the consistency of mushy peas from all the repetitive whiplash motion, only just registered that there was another sound in the room, something new. Sobs. Jeff was sobbing, and it wasn’t the soft kind, it was the sobbing so hard you feel as though your guts are going to tear apart into pieces. Jeff suddenly felt as though he wasn’t him anymore, as though he was being controlled by someone else. Before he knew it, he was begging for his life, something he never thought he’d do as he always felt he was stronger than that. Hot tears began to scold his face as they poured out his bloodshot eyes.
“Please…” he managed to choke out of his dry throat. “Please, just stop…”
To Jeff’s surprise the punches did stop, but the clasp around his neck stayed. In fact it tightened, causing Jeff to make an unattractive gurgle which came from deep in his throat. The grip continued to tighten to the point where Jeff thought his neck would just snap like a toothpick. Black dots started to claw viciously at his eyes, blinding him partially. The dots increased in size and numbers until they engulfed his entire vision. He was on the brink of passing out when he was suddenly slapped sharply, causing some of the dots to disappear, and the grip was loosened just enough to allow him to breathe. It felt like forever had passed and a million dirty breathes had been taken, when his blurred vision started to clear up. He was greeted again by that horrible smirk that froze the inside of his body in fear.
“I’m not finished with you yet.” A hiss filled the air, chilling the atmosphere with his pure wickedness.
With that said, the grip was back, tighter than before and it wasn’t long until the dots mocked him again. They were bouncing around his vision, pointing at him and laughing at his fragile state. This time it was worse, much worse, as the darkness began to overpower Jeff, and began to poison his body with numbness, Jeff started having a fit. A full body fit. His limbs started flailing about like fish out of water, and his eyes rolled back, staring at the nothingness behind. His brain felt as though it was about to wither, like a dying flower, from it’s lack of its fuel.
Suddenly though, air began to rush into his lungs again. However, this time the hands had been completely removed from his neck, and his body slumped and hit the floor like a ragdoll. With the side of his face pressed against the cold, rough floor, Jeff started dry heaving, from the stress his body was put under in his latest ordeal. He had no energy to support himself during his dry heaving so he stayed, lying collapsed and feeble, until it was over. Jeff realized he couldn’t hear his master, so hoped that he had left whilst he was dry heaving. But wishful thinking gets you nowhere; Jeff was well aware of that by now. He knew his controller was there, observing, waiting to finish him off. That’s when the heavy boot slammed hard down on Jeff’s previously shattered ankle, which had only just started to heal. Although weak, Jeff managed to scream as loud as he could muster before the ordeal became too much and he passed out.