"Don't be embarrassed. I like that you can't focus around me."
"I am completely capable of focusing around you." I say and cross my arms, more than wanting to take his ego down a peg.
Leo's smirk only widens. Man he smirks a lot.
Next thing I kno...
TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains a scene involving a claustrophobia induced panic attack at the third act, it's at the very end. Take caution and proceed responsibility. 💜
*PS: The new character Scott was inspired by my friend Amy who thought of the original version of him in a TMNT role play we did together. Dominic Sherwood as Scott
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Your POV
"Here. So you don't pass out before it's time." Karai pushes the needle of a syringe into my arm, giving me no warning and obviously enjoying me squirming in my seat. My muscles tensed up and it only made the stinging pressure in my arm hurt more. She pushed the needle in further, injecting some blue liquid into me that was for who knows what.
She must've realized I've been blacking out for the past... Well, I don't know how long. Minutes? Hours? All I know is a while after all the punching and cutting and pain against my body, my vision started going in and out, and it's been impossible to keep my head up for more than a couple seconds.
They've stopped electrocuting me so much by now. They don't need to anymore since punching me in places like the face and jaw and stomach does the trick at keeping me awake just as well. Not to mention frequent times Scott got eager to use his knife on me. Or rather, more sensitive areas of the skin like my sides, thighs, collar bone, arms, or even my neck. I'm surprised I haven't bled out by now, the smell is unbearable.
There's even a blade cut across my bottom lip. From Karai of course. She's been doing more of the personal stuff. Making sure the pain she inflicts on me lasts longer and is more painful. The straps around my wrists and ankles and everywhere else are cutting into my skin too, clinging on way too tightly. And it wasn't hard to notice they intentionally decided cutting me slowly before beating me up was the best choice. Not only does it bruise quickly when they punch me, but my cuts double the pain.
I can't imagine I'm any sight for sore eyes. Cuts and bruises and blood probably everywhere, covering my aching body. It's excruciating. And frustrating that I can't move or do anything, forced to take the assaults of both Karai with her metal and razor gloved hands, and Scott with his obvious abundant body strength and more than strong fists. A helpless girl tied to a chair, and the two of them against me can't even let up a little bit.
