POWER {Levi x Reader} REWRITING

Chapter 46

It never began.

I waited so long.

And it never began.

The burn marks felt so tight on my skin and the cut I had received over an hour ago never ceased to fade in pain. The blood was now dry and was no longer running down into the crook of my uniform. My regeneration process never began like it would normally do. The smoke indicating its beginning never showed. It almost felt like a dream. I curled my fingers harshly to remind myself I was still alive.

I could feel the skin on my neck dropping as my flesh hung out, showing itself to the chilling open air. Nobody had came back down into the basement to investigate me or further ask me questions since Kenny had left,—

—and no Sammy had returned.

My stomach growl and begs for attention, but there's nothing I can do. I wanted someone to talk to, I felt as if I were going insane down here alone staring at the same fucking crate in the corner, obviously taunting me with its stupid cobwebs.

"Hey, look. Even I've got someone to talk to. How pathetic!" I raise my voice to imitate what I imagined the crate sounding like. Even though I was the one speaking, it made me even more pissed off about the situation of the crate fucking mocking me, that stupid shit. "I've got someone to talk to! They're just busy right now. Yeah. Yeah. T-they're just busy right now. They haven't forgotten me, have they? No. Sam never would." I laugh to myself. He wouldn't have abandoned me, right?

Right?

"Come back down to the basement, you stupid fucks! Tend to my injury! You did it! You did! Not me! I didn't want to be here! Tend to me!" I shout in my loudest voice. Tate, Paul, Reece, and Kenny can all kiss my boot. They don't scare me. "Are you afraid?"

There's no response for a while, only the loud sound of heels and boots stomping quietly against the wooded floor. Even that innocent sound was enough to anger me and upset me even more. I was dazed in dramatic fury.

The hatchet on the door slides and opens. I snake my head up to observe who had came in.

"You're one mighty loud girl, my." That stupid idiot these fools call 'Tate' enters the premisses. He pulled his glasses up above his nose and gave a smile. I wanted so badly to pull those glasses down and stab his eye out with them, give him a taste of his own medicine. He lifts my chin up with one of his skinny little fingers and nods, "Mighty loud indeed." Moving my head to the left, he observes the burn marks and the cut deep within my flesh.

"Enjoying the view?" I ask with annoying tinting my voice.

He shakes his head no, "This isn't very good. Well, you're pretty much useless to me if it isn't working. I would start being nice. I could kill you in a heartbeat." He lifts his hand from my chin and places it on his lip, "Decisions, decisions. I could either kill you, set you up for ransom, or just let you go."

"You told me you would let me go after you asked me your questions! Let me out, you piece of shit!" Squirming inside of the chair, I scream and shout at him, as the occasionally spit flies into his face. He scowls and slips it away.

"Disgusting." Edward pulls a knife from his pocket and slices my arm quickly, leaving a wide open gash of blood spurting from it. I scream out in pain and my instinct was to hold it to stop the blood, but the straps I was held in would not allow me to. "You should know better than that, princess.

I lower my head in failure and quietly sob. I want to go back to Headquarters..I want to go back home.. Tate stands over my body, head held high and proud, "If I kill you now, I'll make Samuel angry, and God knows how crazy that boy can get. Oh! I've an idea. Hold that thought." Edward clicks his tongue and scurries over in back of me. I hear the shuffling of objects and metal against concrete. When he returns, he's holding up a green liquid inside of a tiny bottle. "Bottoms up."