#i love the way they draw it out to make it last longer
Brother’s Keeper
Chapter 9: (Part 1) Anticipation
(For the poll, posting in two parts won, so this is part one of 2 for chapter 8. I’ll post part two sometime tomorrow. Enjoy)
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Ben’s heart was pounding in his chest. He watched Volkov talking with the others in the low growling Russian he was becoming familiar with, yet still didn’t understand. He’d just had breakfast and was still on his knees, trembling. He was so damn scared, and in so much pain. He could still feel the sting from the needles he’d had to endure two days in a row. His fingernails still throbbed.
His teeth chattered while they made him wait, and his muscles spasmed with cold fear. Volkov had tortured him every day, and Ben had passed out from pain each time. The sadistic man timed how long he lasted. Ben was horrified to realize that Volkov was learning his limits so that he could drag out the pain longer.
The second day with the needles had been far worse because he’d taken it slower, letting Ben have time to breathe and adjust to the new levels of agony. The session time had nearly doubled, with Ben forced to lay there and listen while Volkov talked Dmitri through how to torture the boy ‘properly.’
The low conversation broke up, and the group of abusers returned to stand around Ben. He kept his eyes on the ground, hoping to hide even a fraction of his terror. Dmitri stood behind him and grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up at Volkov.
The big Russian had a playful gleam in his eye, and Ben knew enough to hate it now.
“My boys and I were just discussing your options for today. Dmitri wants to see how you handle an electric baton, but I don’t know if you’re ready for that. He did point out that you respond well to your collar.”
Ben’s mouth went dry. “A-a-and my o-other option-options?”
