A/n: This is quite brutal and maybe a bit dramatic, but yeah..

"WHAT is this?" Siren stammered, completely caught off guard, even though she already knew the answer to her question.

"The consequence." She wished to hit that smile off his face. Adkins turned his back to her and quietly said something in a walkie talkie.

"All you've got to do is tell us the location of the Safe Haven, Gorgeous." He told her. "That's it."

Never.

And besides, he was planning on taking that chip from her anyways, and he had said that would maybe kill her. No point in betraying if she would die both ways.

Okay, maybe Siren was acting way tougher than she was.

She sat frightened in the chair, tugging at the ropes around her wrists until it burned. Her heart was pounding in her chest, lip trembling, and breaths quick.

"Not so tough anymore, are ya?" A new face appeared in front of her. A man with a beard, his hair black, eyes grey. Not older than forty. The same voice as the man from the previous night.

Siren gritted her teeth at him, he laughed.

"All right." Adkins whispered a few things to him while both their eyes watched Siren.

"It's been a while." The other man's eyes bored deeper into Siren. "Wish he'd never kicked me out. I was just having... such a nice time. Was the best year of my life, honestly."

Confused, she scowled at him.

"You know, you really intrigue me." The other man said.

Siren swallowed, but her mouth was dry. "I'm not that interesting."

"Uninteresting people often don't have to say that." He murmured. "Anyways. I heard you didn't want to tell us the coordinates of that Haven?"

"I don't know the coordinates."
Of course she knew them.

"So you're not gonna tell us?"

She shook her head.

"Alright. Then we might as well get over with it already." The man took something off the table. Got closer to Siren.

"Hey! What is that?" She backed away the best she could, her eyes widening at the sight of the syringe.

"Let's say... it's not a cure for sure." And he had squirted the liquid into her neck.

Siren gasped at the feeling. She could basically feel the needle inside her skin, spreading a hot liquid through her veins. It took about a minute for it to start hurting.

It ran through her veins so fast it felt like it was burning straight through them. It spread through her lungs and balled up in her stomach, causing her breaths to heave even more. It burned. It burned as if they were setting her body on fire. Sizzled against her skin and made her whimper quietly.

Her muscles tensed when it got worse. When it was exploding and making her stomach twist. But this wouldn't convince her to tell them about the Safe Haven.

"Not gonna tell us. Alright.." The man took a different syringe before this one was even done. Stabbed it in her neck.

When this liquid got inserted, it felt like her windpipe got blocked with water, and each time the man squirmed more of it, it added tons of more water. Slowly drowning, suffocating over and over again.

Siren coughed, as if that would help. She groaned a few times, but somehow, she managed to get over this pain. Grieving about Alby had felt worse.

"Fuck sake, she immune to this crap too?" Adkins stepped forward with a pissed off expression on his face. And he shoved his fist into Siren's cheek.

That did hurt. A lot.

"Answer!" Her chin got grabbed, forcing her to look at Adkins. But she shook her head. "Damnit. Amery, this shit ain't gonna work." And he whispered something else.

Adkins left after he threatened to kill Siren if she only tried one thing once the man, Amery, started untying her. Siren had considered fighting, but when she saw how tall and strong the man seemed, she decided not to.

Amery walked her to the corner of the room. Tied her wrist to a rope that was connected with the wall. The same thing to the other one, so she stood with her arms wide. Feet stuck on the ground.

Less comfortable than a chair for sure.

"Seeing how the syringes don't give us any answers..." Amery was cracking his knuckles and moving his arms a bit, preparing. "Guess we've gotta do it another way."

Before Siren could say anything, he had used her stomach as a punching bag or whatever he tried to do.

Siren never wanted kids anyway, but now she was pretty sure she couldn't even get 'em.

She cried out in pain, trying to bend down to her stomach but it was unreachable. When she tried to move at least her head to her stomach, it only tensed the hurtful muscles in there.

"Where's the Safe Haven?" He growled, and there was another fist in her cheek.

"I don't know." She said, coughing up blood before she almost choked on it. When her stomach got used for a second time, her body fell forward, limp. She gasped for the air he had just knocked out of her.

"Come on. You know what we want. Tell us and it's over." He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

Siren turned her head away. And it only made him angrier.

A loud scream escaped her mouth when Amery out of a sudden had slid a knife on the side of her body. Blood fell out of it, slowly forming a pool on the ground. "Speak!"

Siren spat more blood on the ground as it painted her lips and the insides of her mouth red. "I said I don't know!" She cried. The pain of the knife started in her feet. Crawled up in her stomach and exploded in her throat. More blood got gagged out.

This pain caused pure agony. It was way worse than the syringes. "So don't expect an answer!" She continued. "Just kill me already."

"We're both aware you know damn well where they are." He held the knife against her neck, his face suddenly close to her. "And I enjoy this way too much. I'm not stopping until you either fall dead from agony or answer me." And there was a slice behind her back.

Siren let her head fall forward. She would bleed out soon. Hopefully. At least Thomas and the others would be safe. Thomas. Where the hell was that boy when you need him?

Amery had walked behind her, blood dripping off the knife and onto Siren's skin. She felt a touch on her shirt. He cut it open on the back. Her eyes closed automatically.

"Such a pretty, unscarred back." She felt his fingers trail over her bare skin. "I'd love to take my part in changing that."

Siren tried thinking about something else as he endlessly carved lines into her back, but the pain was too intense to be ignored. Tears streamed down her face. Her stomach hurt. Her cheek hurt. Oh, and her back. She could feel the blood trickling down from it, soaking her pants.

When she looked down, she could still see the cut open shirt hang there. At least she wasn't fully revealed in her sports bra, although that did cover up half of her stomach already.

"Where is the Safe Haven, Siren?"

"I... don't— I don't k-know." She tried to say, her teeth chattering as she tries so hard not to throw up again.

A scream that was so awful and ear-piercing it almost broke herself left her mouth. She begged for him to stop cutting the skin on her back open. To stop ruining what was only supposed to start changing once she grew as an elderly.

She would've loved it if she just passed out, but the pain was so bad it kept her awake.

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Amery had left her alone after an uncountable amount of gashing. Slices were draining the blood out of her body, mostly on her back. It streamed down just like the salty tears. She could feel the thick liquid itch her own skin, and when she looked down, there was a whole pool of blood.

It couldn't take much longer for her to have enough blood loss to die, hopefully. This pain was destroying.

The door opened just when she had started sobbing. She refused to look, not that that would change the fact Amery would ruin her even more now. Maybe he got a brand new knife. A super sharp one. That would've been been so awesome!

But no. It was a younger voice. Not so deep at all. "Hey."

The energy to look up wasn't left in her body, so she didn't. Until a hand gently lifted her chin up. Gently. Wow, someone was gentle with her.

Her eyes met a pair of blue eyes. Darker ones than hers, but definitely blue.

A younger male stood in front of her. Soft, dark blonde curls. A sharp jaw, but kind eyes. He seemed to be a few years older than her.

Siren flinched when he dabbed the blood around her mouth away with a wet cloth, though she soon relaxed. He was just cleaning her up for a new session.

"They got you pretty badly." He murmured, sniffing. The metal smell of blood sickened both their stomachs. "I'm sorry."

"For...?" Siren's voice was hoarse. Broken, and empty.

"That you had to go through that." He held the cold cloth against her jaw for about a minute, easing the pain.

"Why?"

He nearly scoffed. "Why wouldn't I be? It's awful."

"Why are you here?" She whispered. It felt better to whisper. Like she was wasting less energy.

"To clean you up, as you've noticed, maybe." He gave her a poor smile. "They don't want you to die either."

"Should've thought of that before doing this." She mumbled.

His smiled turned a bit wider at that comment. "I don't think they're gonna do it again."

"How do you know?"

"Well, if you're not answering the questions it's useless." He cleaned the blood on her neck up.

"Have you ever been through this?" She whispered. If she could try to be his friend or something, then maybe she could escape. Or whatever. Just something.

"No. Luckily not." He looked her in the eye. "I'll try to fix your back a little bit, all right?"

She nodded. It was just a tiny movement. And then she cried out loudly, once the cloth hit her back.

"Sorry." He apologized, but kept swiping on her skin. "I'll try getting you a painkiller. And bandages, 'cause you're bleeding quite a lot."

"Why are you... helping me?" She questioned, and spat out more blood.

"I got told to. By everyone else, and then Adkins."

"Everyone else?" She whispered to herself, then spoke louder. "What do you mean everyone else? I... I don't remember being famous... or something."

"Well. Uh." She could feel him tense behind her. "We were kind of able to hear your screams in the cafeteria."

"Oh."

"Yeah. It was pretty rough."

There was a long silence in which Siren only felt herself drown in more despair.

"How old are you?" He suddenly asked. "I think you're the youngest prisoner we've had."

"Sixteen. Maybe seventeen."

The movements at her back stopped for a second, then they continued. "That's young for shit like this. What did you do?"

"Nothing. Just wouldn't tell them something."

"I mean... you're brave for not telling them, then." He said. "It must mean a lot to you if you're willing to go through this."

"...I guess."

"Your name is Siren, right?"

She almost scoffed. A few times, she had been proud of her name and the meaning, but now, she only realized she was nothing like her name.
Alluring or fascinating but also dangerous- yeah, for sure she was. So, so dangerous!

"What's yours?" She asked after nodding.

"Zach."

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A/n: Aaron Warner dupe

Okay, bad joke.