One brother blames the other for his own failings and finds power through the use of torture.
What happens when the best friend gets involved?
I opened my eyes and suddenly felt the pain surging through my battered body. I whimpered before I could stop myself but since it went unpunished I knew I was alone in the basement area. I sat up on the table I had been lying on and winced in pain. I would have cried out but then I knew better than to upset him. I eyed the instruments that I could see on the nearby desk and shuddered as I saw blood, my blood, clinging to some. How had it come to this?
Oh yes, my fault, always my fault.
I looked over at the sink knowing that I needed to drink some water. I moved slowly and slid my legs off of the table. As I tried to put my weight through my legs pain shot up and down them and they collapsed beneath me. I grabbed the table for support and cried out in agony. I would have clamped my hands over my mouth due to the noise but they were gripping the table. I bit my lip to try and silence myself and took several deep breaths until the pain subsided a little. I tried to stand again but my legs gave way beneath me and I fell, knocking things from the table and hearing them clatter noisily on the floor.
I bit my lip realising that he must have heard the noise. Indeed now there were footsteps and the grating noise I always heard before the door opened. I tried to scuttle into a corner to hide but the pain was making me breathe heavily and feel physically sick. I had no choice but to stay near the table and await my punishment. I started to shake as I wondered what my punishment might be.
The key turned and the door was pushed open slowly. Unusual, it was usually thrown open before he ran down the stairs, did he have company today? Oh God if he did and I had made that noise then he would kill me! Well, no, not kill, he enjoys watching me suffer too much for that.
Footfalls on the stairs now, so slow, a new way to punish me? I curled slightly, hiding my face in my arms as he stepped into the room. “I am sorry... I didn’t mean to be noisy at all... Please don’t...” My voice trailed away as I looked up into a shocked face rather than his cold expressionless one.
I was seeing things surely? He would never let anybody see me let alone his best friend. I just stared and watch her expression change from surprise to concern.
Charlotte had long, dark hair which curled softly to frame her small face. Most of her face seemed to be taken up with large green eyes. Her dark clothes hugged her figure which is one I had always admired. It also showed off here pale but flawless skin and accentuated the glint of metal from her lip ring. I had always fancied her although I had never had the courage to tell her that. I think Mark liked her too but I wasn’t sure as he wasn’t the type to hide feelings. I just stared at the girl before me who just returned the gaze. Why on Earth would Mark let her down here?
She came forward and stretched out her arm. I shied away from her touch and winced as I did so. “Don’t touch me,” I almost begged. Her hand stopped and she looked at me before dropping it. She was staring at me as if I wasn’t real which is probably the same way I was looking at her.
The door banged upstairs and I knew then that she had innocently investigated the noise. I stared at her and I whimpered the word “Run!”
She didn’t though; she just kept staring at me. “Simon.” She whispered softly and I could have cried with pleasure at hearing my own name after so long. She turned to face the one coming briskly down the stairs. “Mark, did you know…?”
Mark looked a bit like me but then he was my brother after all. His shaggy blonde hair hung over his cold blue eyes. He was tall and this whereas I was shorter and dumpier in my build. He was dressed now in figure hugging jeans and a skinny white t-shirt. I was dressed in the thin cotton clothes he provided for me.
“Of course I knew idiot!” My brother snapped angrily, his lips a thin, angry line as he regarded his friend. I always feared my brother, well I had learnt to, but now I was scared for Charlotte. She didn’t know Mark like I did which was evident from her blank expression. “Now so do you so welcome to my dungeon Charlotte!”
“No!” I almost screamed the word then followed it with, “you can’t keep her here she has done nothing wrong!”
“When I want your opinion runt I will ask for it!” He snapped, sharply kicking me so I cried out. He leant towards me and I felt my cheek sting as he slapped me so I fell silent with my head down. “Better!” I couldn’t help her now; I was powerless against my younger brother. I realised how wrong my own thought sounded but it was true none the less.
Charlotte stared at Mark in shock. “How can you do that to him?” she questioned, “to your own brother?”
Mark shrugged. “I own him and now I own you to so let’s get one think sorted shall we?” He strode towards Charlotte and struck her with a length of pipe that he picked up from the table. Charlotte fell down, clutching at her arm and Mark grinned as she cried out in both shock and pain. “I ask the questions here.” He spun on his heels and left, the door locking behind him.