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Re: FILL 5/? Matt & Foggy are kidnapped. (non-con/torture)

[(Anonymous)]

Matt hesitates, confused. A second slap reopens his lip, and while he's trying to stop the light, tickling flow of blood the man grabs his hand and squeezes it.

“Does it?”

“Yes!” he cries out finally. A hand in his hair is forcing his face up, exposing his tears to the heat of the light bulb.

“You should be grateful. That's the sign of a shallow burn; it hasn't killed the nerves yet. Why don't you tell Mr. Nelson what it feels like?”

“No, Foggy, it's not...” He feels the broken bones grate in his hand and screams again, cursing his weakness. This isn't fair, he thinks. It's not fair that he doesn't just have to endure this torture, he has to pretend he's not terrified about it. He makes the mistake of touching his thumb to one of the taut, round blisters. The sensation nearly makes him sick.

The man sighs heavily. “This is all annoyingly subtle,” he says, stepping back. “Cut him loose.”

Matt has no idea what this means. The scent of fear is drowning out the lingering smoke of the lighter, and the air in the room is thickening with every breath. His kidnapper – the one who wants revenge now, for his eye – pushes him up against the back of the chair and delivers a blow to his stomach. He retches, but there's nothing in his stomach except an acrid taste that sticks at the back of his throat. The man hits his face, a glancing blow that seems designed only to disorient him. It works, leaving him pliant while a knife zips through the tape on his wrists and ankles. And before he can even start to think about using his newfound freedom, he's being thrown to the floor, good hand barely breaking his fall.

A kick strains his ribs. He tries to curl up, but the man drives his foot back in, and the crack feels and sounds like a gunshot to his chest. The sudden, vicious tang of smelling salts clears his mind of everything but the pain, and he struggles as the man grabs his jacket's lapels and pins him against the wall.

“Where?” Matt's head knocks against the cement, and he tries to relax, minimizing the damage. All he has to do is survive this, he tells himself. They'll leave him alone sooner or later, and he can figure out an escape.

All he has to do is survive.

They probably don't know he can fight. They probably don't know he can take a punch. He goes lax and fakes agony; maybe he can wait until the man tires and take him down. Even if that doesn't account for his interrogator, or whoever else might be beyond the door...

Then the man lands a hit on his side, and he's no longer faking anything. He gasps for breath, desperately trying to collapse and protect himself. Everything is spinning, and his ears are ringing so loud he can barely hear the voices that have started rising behind him.

For a weak, frantic moment Matt hopes the next punch will finish him off. It barely matters whether that means knocking him unconscious or dead, because he'd take either one over this pain and nausea. But then there'd be nothing between these men and Foggy. As long as he's awake, he's still some use.

He takes a halting, shallow breath and licks the blood off his lips. The man that's holding him has turned his head away, listening to a voice that feels like it's coming from the other side of a long hallway. With great effort, Matt identifies it as Foggy, his heart wild.

“I'll tell you,” Foggy is saying, voice cracking. “Just let him go, and I'll tell you anything.”

Re: FILL 5/? Matt & Foggy are kidnapped. (non-con/torture)

[(Anonymous)]

please update! great storry!