Y/n pov

"Y/n, Dear!" Fathers voice rang out through the cells, he stopped in front of mine, a sick smile on his face, "Have you changed your mind?" I glared at him, "NO! You sick Bastard!" His smile dropped, "That's not how you talk to your father, young lady."
"Fuck you!" He opened the cell, stepping in, he held something behind his back. Father sighed, "I was so hoping you would be a good little daughter. But I can always juts make another one, I suppose..." He trailed off, slowly approaching me. "Stay away from me!" I yelled, pressing myself against the wall. Before I could run, he jabbed, yet another, syringe into my arm. I screamed, blindly lashing out before blacking out.

I woke up tied to a table, a steel, uncomfortable table. I groaned, struggling slightly. examining my surroundings, I found a tray of surgical equipment next to the table, on a roller of some kind. I shuddered, cold air drifting over my bare stomach. My shirt was gone! I couldn't help but curse loudly. At least he had the decency to cover my lady parts. (Had no idea how to put this, sorry.) A door suddenly opened, My father walking in. "Oh, you're awake!" He smiled, walking over, "I wanted your full attention for the show!" 
"Wh-what?" He laughed, ghosting his fingers over an array of needles, scalpels, and other supplies. Though, he picked up a fat marker. "We want to this correctly, right?" I said nothing. He popped the cap off, pressing it to the top of my stomach, and dragging it down. I shuddered, trying to think of a way out. At each end, he made a horizontal line. He was going to cut me open like a frog! "Stop, you sick fu-HMPH!?" He shoved cloth in my mouth, tying it around my head. He smoothed down my hair when he was done, a twisted form of affection. "Now, Honey. I can't concentrate with you calling me all those mean names." I yelled off muffled insults, making him chuckle. Father sat down the marker, picking up a medium sized scalpel. I eyed it with fear. He pressed it against the tip of the first line. "ow make sure to hold still and scream loudly, okay?" He dug it in, forcing it down. I held my breath, refusing to give him what he wanted. Shaking, tears threatening to fall, I turned away from him. Starring at the wall. Blood bubbled up from the new cut, he did the same to the others, forcing it deeper, and doing it harder. This time, I screamed slightly, desperately trying to stop. Shadows ran along the walls, melting into one another, wailing their silent song of despair. I blinked, and they were gone. Was I hallucinating? Before I could think about it more, the monster gripped both sides of the skin, ripping it back, exposing the mussels underneath. I screamed in pure agony, violently thrashing against the restrains. He grabbed a rag, wiping -non to gently- the blood away. He grabbed another scalpel, careful positioning it. "Oh, what the hell!" He said suddenly, stabbing it in and roughly jerking it down. I howled with pain, sobbing, feeling my own life slipping away. I urged it to go faster. Seeing this, My father clicked his tongue, picking up a needle. Quickly, he stabbed it into my neck, forcing the liquid it, and twisting it to the side violently, the flimsy needle breaking off in my neck, it was a small sting compared to the pain in my chest. A sudden burst of adrenaline made me gasp, my eyes widening. "I can't have you leaving me that quickly..." Father mumbled, "We still have to spend some quality time together!" I whimpered as a reply, panting heavily. Father hummed a happy tune, repeating the process, exposing the organs. How was I alive? I looked back at the walls. Something caught my eye. A ball of flame. I focused on it. Blue and orange twisted around each other, but didn't mix. I closed my eyes, knowing I was simply hallucinating again. Father grinned, "Did you know the human brain continues to work for seven minutes even after the heart stops?" He aimed a sharp tool at the organ, but before he could do anything, he was stopped.
"Did you know a human body can survive intense hours of torture. Unfortunately, we'll only have seven minutes." It was a cold, harsh voice. My father gasped, spinning around. He backed up, away from me. Ice stood there in all his cold glory. I felt my spirits lift, and a small smile twitched at my lips. He wore a dangerous smirk, his eyes showing that he was looking for blood. Ice took slow steps towards him, he sighed thoughtfully, "I really don't like it when people take what's mine...especially when they try to destroy them..." Father was visibly shaking, he couldn't control the elemental now. "Stand down!" He barked. Ice laughed at his pitiful attempts. Suddenly, Blaze materialized behind him. Father gasped, his eyes hardening, "Blaze, thank god, attack him!" He pointed at Ice, who simply grinned. Blaze smiled as well, "But, Master, he's my brother." Father hissed, "I don't care!" 
"That's not very nice..." Ice pretended to be hurt. Father looked from one to the other. He knew what was happening. "I made you. I own you!" He yelled. "Not anymore." Blaze said coldly. Ice made the first move, jumping to grab his arm, and pulled. 
That's when it began.
He screamed in pain, the brothers ripping him limb by limb. They did it slowly, strategically. Making sure he felt all the suffering he caused over the years, in those few minutes. I closed my eyes, once again feeling my own life fading from existence. And again, it was stopped, warm hands held my own, placing everything back where it should be, and it stopped. The pain replaced with numbness. Did it always work like this? Even if everything was healed (I guess), however, the trauma was enough to have me dipping in and out of consciousness. While this happened the screams died down, until they stopped. And everything was silent. One of the brothers picked me up, carefully holding me bridal style. I curled against them, burying my face in there chest. 
Don't let me go.
"I wont."


This is the end...I guess. This is a terrible ending...sorry for how bad it is. I wanted to get this done so that I could move onto other things c: 
The kinda things I like. AS ALWAYS WHEN ONE BOOK IS COMPLETE ANOTHER IS MADE, KEEPING THE TWO BOOK RULE. EVEN THOUGH THE TWO BOOK RULE DOESN'T EXIST UNTIL NOW.
Next book will be a Hollywood Undead x reader. I have an unhealthy relationship over that. (It's not going to be where they're all in a a band or whatever ((More like a kidnapping thing {: )), I don't like that style, sorry if chu do ;-;) As always, you don't have to read it, but I'm going to be pouring my heart and soul into this book, so chu may just like it c: It should be created later today, or tomorrow. I'll also be finishing Into the Games. 
Back to slaving away on wattpad.
Jk I love doing this. 

I hope everyone enjoyed this book! Even with the terrible ending!

Edit: Teh book has been created -3-