Helpless
6 Underground
Prompt: helpless/panic/chained
Word count: 638
Warnings: implied torture, knives, needles etc., threats
Billy gets caught. Again.
There were chains. On his arms. On his legs, too.
That was the first thing he realized when he woke up. A lot of chains. Rattling, metal chains. Everywhere.
The second thing he noticed was the hard back of the chair he was sitting on.
Bound to. Chained to.
The chains were wrapped tightly around his wrists and ankles, cutting painfully into his skin.
It was... it was dark, too. There was nothing over his eyes, as far as he could tell. That meant... he was in a dark room. Which also meant, there was no way of knowing if he was alone, unless he listened closely.
He listened.
There was some distant shouting, but otherwise, it was quiet.
With a loud click, the lights went on. Billy squinted his eyes, blinking rapidly at the sudden brightness.
“Fuckin’ hell, little warning next time?”
When he could finally see again, his breath caught in his throat.
There were... tools. Lots of them.
A belt. Needles. Knives. Pliers. A drill. And... wires.
Above all of these stood a guy, smirking down at him. His eyes were glinting maliciously, as if he enjoyed all of this immensely. Billy knew right then and there that nothing good ever came from this man.
“Well, look who’s finally awake…took you long enough.”
The stranger clicked his tongue, looking down at the table in front of him. He studied the tools, a slight frown between his brows, before looking up at Four again.
“They’re beautiful, aren't they?”
He picked up a dagger, casually cleaning out the dirt under his fingernails with it.
Billy was shaking in his chair, but there was no way in hell he’d show this guy, whoever he was, how scared he felt.
“The fuck you want? I got nothin’, I’m just a thief. I got no money or nothin’, you picked the wrong guy to rob, seriously-“
“You’re quite the talker, aren't you?”
The guy strode over to his side, smiling sweetly. Billy felt sick.
“I’m curious if you’re still gonna be able to talk after I’m done with you... it’s gonna be a bit hard to speak after all that screaming, don’t you think?”
Billy said nothing. There was no way he’d get out of here alive anyway, he might at least keep his dignity.
“...just kill me then. Just do it. Get it over with.”
The laugh the man let out sounded wrong in Billy’s ears. Too loud, too high, too shrill.
“Oh, oh no. You got it all wrong. You’re not here because I want you dead. You wouldn’t be sitting here anymore if I did. No, you’re here to talk.”
His grin looked more like that of a shark than a human’s. It looked downright evil.
“...talk about what?”
“Oh, you know. Ghost stuff. Let's start with the location of your hideout, what do you say, Billy? Or should I call you Four?”
Billy's blood froze in his veins.
“No.”
He wouldn’t betray his team like that. His friends. His family. Never. He would rather die. Which... he probably would, by the looks of it. But better he died and they lived without him than have all of them captured, tortured, or killed.
The stranger feigned a disappointed look, but he failed to hide the glee in his eyes and the joy he felt at the statement, and the prospect of what it would bring.
“...no? Mh. Shame.”
He shook his head in false disapproval, before going over to the knives, studying them closely. He picked up an especially sharp one.
He looked at Billy, twirling it in his hands, a hard look in his eyes, the smile gone and every hint of playfulness vanished from his face.
“You’re gonna give me exactly what I want, the easy or the hard way. Your choice, pretty boy.”
A/N: thanks for reading! Likes and especially reblogs are always very much appreciated :) (also yes I know the title is shit and boring, I couldn’t think of a better one sorry. Im open to suggestions haha)
