Facing the past Together

Chapter 1 Torture

Hello this is the first chapter
Again I adopted this story from @RikuWolfe207 so all credit goes to them.

Just like the title says this chapter involves torture so it contained the following:
- mentions of blood
- multiple torture devices that are being used
- possibly loss of hope (almost)

That is the warning for this chapter
Hope you enjoy 😊
———————————————————–———
Hiccup's P.O.V.-

Hearing the cell door open yet again, I don't even bother to look up mowing who it is. "So, are you going to tell me how to tame a dragon now, runt?", he growled, holding up a whip silently threatening me.

I was hanging from the ceiling, chains around my wrists holding suspended from the ground, cutting the blood flow to my hands. My back had stung, however over time it now feels numb. I could feel the blood from the cuts drip down my back to the floor.
My throat hurts, my back aches, my arms ached, but what hurt the most?, was my heart longing to be back with Toothless.

Despite all the pain I felt, I could still just speak although weakly. "Burn in hell", I chocked out on my barely used voice, then yelled as he whipped me yet again.

"Your interesting you know?, most people would have broken by now. After 6 months your still strong.... I've broken heroes who've seen war, I've even broken those of your kind. Vikings who think they're invincible but just seven lashes of the whip, they break." He said while he circles me, I could faintly see my own blood dripping to the ground as he walked from his mettle whip. "You however, are nothing but a walking fishbone, and yet you manage to keep living, even in these..... conditions.", he gestured to the hole room wearing a smirk.

This room, the 'Torture room' is a place I probably will never forget, chains lining the walls, along with blood stains, a table on the other side of the room with a multitude of thing on it, chains, knifes, swords, basically any tips of weapon one can think of, and last but not least, the blood stains on the ground.

Even I myself am surprised by how long I've lasted being tortured, tortured to spill everything I know and learned about dragons. I guess the only reason I've survived this long is because I know Toothless will find me, even if it's been half a year since I last saw him.

I haven't lost hope in my only friend.
"So, if you want to keep living I suggest you either spill your secrets, or, you tame dragons for us." He said while inspecting the metal whip he has held, dripping with my fresh blood.

I had said nothing to this statement, and it just seemed to aggravate him more.

I knew what would happen if I 'tamed' dragons for them. They'll use the dragons as weapons for war, just subjects, not loving creatures the really were. There is no really way I'll let them be used for war.

"Nothing to say, huh? You should be grateful that the general has let you live for so long, under normal circumstances he'll let a prisoner live for at least a week before they're..... well, eliminated", after saying that he chuckled darkly as though it was a nice thought. "However his patience is running very thin. Sooner or later he'll request me to get rid of you, if you don't cooperate with with us soon." Adding a smirk at the end.

He's a fool to think that I'm afraid of death, before I met Toothless, I was dead to the world. I was like a walking, talking corpse with no meaning to the world.

I was known throughout the village as 'Hiccup the Useless' by my people, treated as nothing but a disappointment by my father.

The moment I met Toothless, I had a reason to live again.