Why Me?

Chapter 7

Tony's POV

*I shut the door behind me.*

The girl was crying when I first walked in. She has bruises up and down her body, a bump on her head, and rope burns on her wrists. This is so wrong. She's in no condition to endure the drug, there's no way she'll be able to suffice. This whole thing is wrong, I don't understand Victor's game. Why does he have to experiment on innocent people? I've had to bury 3 people over the past 2 weeks due to these experiments. When will he accept that Viper doesn't work, and it never will.

"Tony!"

*I turn around at the sudden holler of my name*

"Your uncle needs you in The Room" Cal says

Oh fuck. I hate The Room for two reasons. One the name for it is completely fucking stupid and ominous sounding, and two nothing good ever happens in there. I go in perfectly fine, and come out wanting to die. I've been sent to The Room so many times that i've learned to know what's coming when i'm asked to meet there. I've come to terms with the fear it brings me. Or at least I pretend I have,  I pretend I have until I no longer fear it. This way of thinking doesn't always work out.

*I walk to The Room to find my Uncle sipping beer in a wine bottle on a chair*

"Antonio."

He doesn't have a right to call me that, only my family calls me that and he lost that title when he took my sister from me and  forced me to act at his bidding. Every time he throws a command, I run and get it done, like we're playing a game of fetch and i'm the dog. Like i'm his little bitch. I've gotten used to the game by now, but I hate when he addresses me by my given name as if he knows me.

"Uncle Victor." I reply

"Do you know why we're here?" Victor asked

"Yes." I say looking straight into his eyes.

I've also gotten used to seeing Victor's scarred face, although I try not to look or ask about them. The last time I asked about the scars on his face, he beat me until I never asked again. He told me that those scars made him into a man. He tells me that he beats me so my scars will do the same, make a man out me. Sick thinking really. I hate Victor for what he's done and taken from me, but I know the change in his ways turned him into this, he never used to be this way when I was a child. I wish Camila were here to see what a great Uncle he was before my dad and him got into the drug world. Now my baby sister has grown to know a beast, and i've grown to hate one.

"You know what to do. I'm waiting" Victor says

*I leave for the closet, and bring back a tall stool and a whip and set the stool down near the couch Victor is sitting at and hand him the whip*

I get a lash for each mistake I make plus one more. In this case, I did 2 things Victor considers to be wrong. In total 3 lashes on my back. It's not bad really, it's usually double the number depending on how big the mistake is. The most lashes i've gotten at once is 15 when I was 14, i'm 19 now. So 3 really is a blessing. I had 5 on my abs last week, for making 2 mistakes. I didn't inject the Viper Ives into the right body part Victor asked for, and it didn't effect the person the way Victor wanted it to so he blamed my first mistake for the result. I'm so glad it's only 3 this time. and on my back. it fucking hurts when it's on my abs.