Flesh Eaters

Pain

Chapter 7 - Pain

*Grey's POV*

"Sounds like you need to be taught another lesson, Grey," he says as he picks up the knife again. He walks toward me with a twisted grin plastered on his acne scared face. He stops in front of me and places a hand on the side of my bloody cheek. I flinch away in pain and fear.

"Please," I beg but know it won't do any good.

He brings the knife up to face and places the tip of in on my temple. "I don't like hurting you Grey, but you force me to," he says as he runs the tip of the knife down my cheek. He continues to run it down my neck as he says, "I thought the first lesson would be enough, but your still the fighter I remember." He stops just above my collarbone and his grin grows.

His eyes drift down to my neck then drop lower. "And your still the beautiful girl I remember," he says in a lower voice. He steps closer and starts to kiss my neck.

I struggle against the ropes, trying to break free and get away from Clint. He drops his hand from my cheek and grabs my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.

"Clint, stop," I beg again.

He drops the knife and continues kissing my neck. With his now free hand he starts to grope me and I bring my knee up, hitting him in the groin. He stubbles back and drops to his knees, moaning.

"You bitch," he growls as he reaches for the knife that lays on the ground. I struggle harder against the ropes and feel them start to cut into my wrists. Clint slowly stands back up, holding the knife.

"Time for your lesson," he spits at me.

He places the knife tip against my left cheekbone and starts to press down. I feel the blade cut into my skin and I scream as he drags it across my cheek toward my ear. I feel my warm blood roll down my cheek and drip off my chin.

He lifts the knifes blade from my cheek and stares at me for a moment. He smirks then places the blade on my forearm and presses down. I scream again as he rakes it down my arm, ripping my flesh.

The pain is almost unbearable. I feel sick to my stomach, on the verge of passing out.

"Please," I beg desperately.

Clint ignores me and runs the knife down my other arm, spilling my blood. Now he steps back and watches me bleed for a moment before he turns and walks off into the shadows.

I'm left alone, shivering with pain as my blood drips from me. I have no way of stopping my wounds from bleeding as I stand tied up. I clench my teeth and try to free myself again only to have a wave of pain rip through me. I look down at my feet and notice my visions starting to go, I'm losing to much blood. Without warning my knees buckle and give out leaving me hanging by my arms.

I gasp in pain and try to stand back up on my feet. I'm to weak, my legs won't work. I feel my eyelids grow heavy and know I'm about to pass out but I try and fight it knowing this is a battle I can't win. Before my world goes black I silently pray Murphy's out there, looking for me. He's my only hope of getting out of here alive.

*few hours later*

When I open my eyes again I find myself face to face with Clint.

"Welcome back beautiful," he says as he stares at me with his beady eyes.

I glare back at him, I hope he feels all my hatred for him behind that glare. "Fuck you," I say then spit in his face.

He steps back and whips my spit off his face then says, "does somebody need a third lesson?"

No, please god no.

Clint walks off into the shadows again and I hear some shuffling noises. When he appears again he holds something behind his back. He smirks then says, "now Grey, I hope this will be your last lesson. I don't like damaging your perfection, but you leave with no choice."

Slowly he walks closer to me then disappears behind me. I hear the sound of wood dragging on the cement floor and realize what he had behind his back. The baseball bat.

"Count for me Grey, count to 10."

Carefully a stand myself up on my weak legs and say nothing.

"Your making this harder on yourself Grey," Clint says and I hear the swoosh of the bat being swung.

It hits me square on the back and knocks the breath out of me.

As I gasp for air I hear Clint chuckle.

"One. Nine more to go Grey. I might stop sooner if you just count for me."

The next swing comes and hits me in the back of the knees, knocking me off my feet. Pain rips up my arms as I'm forced to hang from them. The rope cuts deeper into my wrist and the cuts on my arms start to bleed again.

"Two."

Swing three comes and smacks me in the ribs. I scream out in pain as they crack beneath the blow. My body shakes as the pain consumes me.

"Please, stop," I whimper.

He ignores me and simply says, "three"

The next blow strikes me in the hip. I'm screaming for mercy and getting none. He continues to deliver blow after blow, slowly counting to ten. Suddenly he stops at eight and walks in front of me. He drops the bat and stares at me.

"Your not learning Grey. Why. Aren't. You. Learning," he shouts then throws a punch at me, hitting me in the jaw. Another punch comes and hits me in the stomach followed my a third to my eye.

Clint steps back and whips the blood off his knuckles. He looks up for a moment and says, "ten." And heads off into the shadows.

I feel my eyelid swell and the bruises form on my body as I hang by my arms. I'm to weak to even lift my head up. It hurts to breath, let alone live.

Once again I close my eyes and pray Murphy's looking for me. I pray I survive long enough for him to find me. I pray that he's alive.

(A/N) So Grey's in bad shape. Is Clint getting crazier? Will Murphy find Grey alive? What will Clint do next to Grey?

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