A/N: So the pictures above are examples of what "The Asset" has during this chapter. I apologize to anyone if this makes you uncomfortable or makes you feel sick or triggers you or anything like that, that was not my intention. Now, back to the show...
Pain.
Blood.
Cuts.
Scars.
Pain.
That's all he felt.
Pain.
He had failed the mission.
He had to be punished.
There was a long cut on his arm.
His metal arm had a gash in it.
Showing off its wires.
There were multiple deep gashes in his back.
His hands were bruised and cut.
An old scar on his shoulder was reopened.
His face had cuts too.
His lips was busted.
His cheeks and chin had bruises and cuts.
Red marks scattered his face and body.
His stomach had a gash in it.
It wasn't lethal however.
His head had a cut in it.
His head pounded.
The old oval marking had been cut open again.
Everything hurt.
Pain.
Blood.
Cuts.
Scars.
Pain.
Darkness reached his eyes.
Everything went black.
~*~ (A/N Small time jump)
The Asset woke up.
He was in a room.
It was a different room than the last.
That was normal.
It was dark.
No light.
No window.
He was on a table.
The restraints were leather.
They were on his feet.
Arms.
Wrists.
Stomach.
Thighs.
Forehead.
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