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The sensation of being dragged across the cold cement was not nearly as pleasant as one would think. The skin on her back was exposed from her dress being pulled up by the friction, and it had been rubbed and burned each time she was pulled forward. The dim lights overhead crackled with electricity and the pungent stench of rot and foul moisture was heavy in the air as Sik tried to see what was all around her. Her eyes blurred and sharpened before she saw the naked back of Panic as he toiled and pulled at her ankles down the hallway. As if expecting her to wake up, he looked over his shoulders and cast a devilish smile down at her. “Welcome to the party Sik, I do hope you’ll enjoy your stay. You’ve been here before, dontcha remember?”

The fog in her head made it difficult to even think, let alone resist the pulls as Sik tilted her head back. The hallway jerked away from her every second while the wall’s black stains seemed to come to life and ooze down the cracked pain. Even with her senses dulled heavily from the drugs, Sikotic began to recall the smell that seemed so vaguely familiar. As she tried so hard to remember where she had smelled the scent before, her vision began to warp and fog until the ghosts of the adolescent figures of Panic, Sik and even Alo suddenly appeared before her. Like watching an old movie, the figures ran past her down the hallway, oblivious of their older counterparts. As they each hooted and hollered, the children versions suddenly faded away before magically appearing in a room Sik and Panic were just passing. “The smell…” cried out the younger Sik, her face crinkling as Alo pinched his nose together while Panic seemed enthralled with it all. The older Sik leaned her head back up, dismissing the visions to see Panic who had been staring at her. “It smells swampy.” She said with a dry swallow as the effects of the drug took over once more.

This made Panic smile, a genuine satisfactory smirk before it washed away as he returned his gaze to the front and continued dragging her without another word.

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When she awoke again it was to the sound of the repetitive dripping noise ringing in her ears. Her eyelids felt as though each weighed a ton and it became a struggle to keep them open as she rolled her head to the side. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ Sik thought. ‘Why am I so weak?’ ‘Panic, the drugs, Hope...’

Drip…
Drip… Drip

As flashbacks of the previous day vaguely played inside her head, Sikotic fought to remain conscious as her eyes skirted around inside their sockets and took in the room she was in. A wooden table lit by a hanging overhead light was the only thing she could see in the dark room.

Drip… Drip…
Drip…

Unable to fight it any longer, Sikotic closed her eyes and fell back to sleep…

“Wakey wakey Sik.”

The pain of flesh against flesh being slapped against her cheek caused Sikotic to reopen her eyes just in time to see Panic pull his hand back. His face was but of two inches away from hers as he inspected every little detail on her face. As he did so, she took a good a look at him and noticed that the swelling from his eye had gone down but was bruised badly as the dark purple splotches had settled in beneath the damaged skin, otherwise he looked clean.

“Yess,” he hissed. “There’s a good little whore. Tell me, how do you feel?”

Drip… Drip…

In all honesty, Sik felt sick. The excruciating pain felt as if molten lava had been exchanged for all the blood in her veins. Her head throbbed each time Panic spoke words to her or whenever she heard the dripping noise; wherever that was coming from.

As she began became more alert, Sikotic shifted in her seat and felt the leather restraints buckled against her chest and wrists. She wasn’t surprised, however the pain she felt when she flexed her hands startled her as she tried to look down but was met with resistance as Panic wrapped his hand around her neck forcing her chin to lift back up. “I’m not asking nicely again. Tell me how you fucking feel!” The seriousness behind the crazed lunatic’s tone was different than his usual speech pattern, almost as if he was truly concerned for her well being as his emerald eyes burned into her own.

Sikotic shuffled awkwardly underneath his grasp as she directed her eyes away from his own. “It hurts.” She managed to mutter, giving him only that self-satisfaction.

Panic grunted, displeased with the answer as he pulled his hand back and walked away.

Drip… Drip … Drip…

Taking the free moment, Sik instantly looked down to her hands where she spotted the leather cuffs wrapped around her wrists. As she moved her arms she felt the same stinging pain and watched as the red liquid smear itself against the leather and her skin before dripping off to the floor below.

Drip… Drip…

Sikotic leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes, praying for Panic to find some means of compassion and just end it now rather than dragging it out.

Panic shuffled back and forth against the table, keeping his bare back to Sik as he poured something into a bowl. His feet had been wrapped up with bandages that had become dirty against the bottom of his soles from walking around the building. With each step he took the intoxicating pain festered beneath his heels from all the glass that had become dislodged earlier when he finally took the time to clean himself up. That, along with the searing cauterized burn he had given himself on his chest, Panic felt like he was in a blissful paradise. But he couldn’t enjoy it, no, not while there was so much work to do and uncertainty of what would happen if his plans should fail. Panic picked up the scalpel he had set on the table in one hand and the bowl of water he poured from the plastic bottle, into the other. He turned back to Sik and walked over to her chair before kneeling down beside her. As he brought the bowl up to her mouth, he pressed his brows together in a frown as he tilted it upright just enough for the liquid to touch her lips. “Drinnnnk.” He whispered.

Sikotic felt the cooling touch of wetness slipped between her lips and tingle the tip of her tongue as she opened her eyes. At first she was hesitant, immediately concluding that the very thing Panic wanted her to do would be a tragic mistake, but as the first taste settled in her taste buds she craved more. Her mouth opened as she gulped down the water, uncaring for what it might have been tainted with. She was so thirsty, and so very weak. As Panic pulled the bowl away she silently cursed herself for falling so easily into the temptation. “What was that?” she asked, licking her lips as she eyed him suspiciously as he set it down onto the floor beside him.

“Water. No more talking. Sush now.” He responded, as he began unbuckling the leather restraint against her wrist.

“But-”

In a flash the scalpel was pressed against Sik’s lips, the blade cutting into her skin until a fine red scarlet line appeared beneath the steel. “No more talking.” Panic warned, as he held the tool there for a moment longer before lowering it back down.

Drip …

As Panic removed the leather bound against her wrist, Sik couldn't help but let out a soft sob. Beneath the restraint were three separate cuts in her wrist, each leaking a fine small trail of blood and stung as the cold musky air came into contact with it. The restraint itself had been padded down with gauze that had become so soaked with the crimson fluid it eventually overflowed off over the sides.

With her hand free from the restraint, the thought of slashing out at Panic crossed Sik’s mind but with just a single shift in her hand she felt Panic’s firm grip tighten around her own causing her to change her mind. “Don’t move.” Panic said, as he twisted her hand outwards and bared her bleeding wrist into the faint lighting from the lamp hanging above the table behind him. Placing the scalpel’s point down against the already made cut, he began lightly tracing the line back and forth over and over again as more blood began pouring out from the incision. The touch was so light that was almost painless to Sikotic who could only hold back her head and keep herself from crying out in protest.

“Not too much.” Panic muttered, his mind clustered with all the different thoughts and ideas scattering around in his head. “Just enough. Bleed it out.”

“Where’s Hope?” Sikotic asked unable to withhold the question any longer as her head rolled over to her shoulder. “What did you do with Andi? Where’s my daughter?” Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she begged for some kind of answer.

Panic’s face squirmed while his fingers fumbled causing the blade to press down into the bleeding wound farther than he intended it to go. The cut made Sik scream as blood poured out in a surprisingly large amount. Panic pressed his hands to the side of his head as he squeezed them together before pulling out strands of his hair. “NO!” he screamed as he picked up one of the small foil pans that had been collecting Sik’s blood and tossed across the room. The blood sloshed and spilled most of the contents all around the two before the pan even left Panic’s hand as it danced whimsically from the air to the ground.

Panic placed a knee onto Sikotic’s stomach as he pressed his fingers into her mouth forced it open before pushing the surgical knife inside. Sikotic tried to reel back unsuccessfully as the maniacal lunatic wrapped his fingers around her slippery tongue. “You don’t listen!” he barked at her, ignoring Sikotic as she slapped effortlessly at his arm. “I’m trying to fix you, but if you don’t let me work then what good are you to me?!”

Sikotic stared at Panic, her yellow eyes wide with fear as she froze when he pressed the knife against her oral appendage.

Panic leaned his head forward as he looked at her carefully. “I don’t want to kill you, so don’t make me change my mind.”

Holding his position for a few seconds, Panic finally pulled the scalpel out of her mouth and withdrew his fingers to the sides of her face. He wiped his brow with his bloodied hand that held the knife and exhaled sharply as he studied her.

Blood everywhere.
Red. Red. Dripping Red.

Splat. Splat. Splat.

Sik’s wrist was still bleeding badly as Panic pulled himself off of her and replaced the restraint. Blood splattered all over the concrete floor, adding to the already puddled pool he had spilled everywhere.

“It’s not your fault.” Panic said as he walked over to the table and set the scalpel down. “You’re sick.” He placed his hands on the edges of the table and squeezed them. “And brainwashed by him.”

He was talking. Venting and ranting maybe, but it was some kind of progress as to figure out what was going on. With her very life source bleeding from her wrists, Sikotic felt dizzy and on the verge of slipping back to unconsciousness as she tried to hold on and focus. “Him. You mean Alo?”

Splat. Splat. Splat.

Panic sneered, his blood smeared muscles in his back jerked underneath the skin as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other in annoyance. What a stupid question.

Okay, maybe not. Redirection was needed now. “Why are cutting me?” Sikotic’s breath was shallow as she coughed, becoming increasingly aware how thirsty she was again.

Panic didn’t turn to face her but his grip relaxed on the table. His hair shined with sweat and blood as the lamp’s light gleamed off of it. “You’re full of shit.”

At first she thought he was belittling her but then Sik realized he was referring to the pills he had found earlier. “They help me.” She said slowly.

Panic spun around, a fire glistening in his eyes. “They weaken you.”

There was no point in arguing that, knowing how solid concrete Panic felt about their training and beliefs. No. Not their beliefs, -his- beliefs. And so she remained silent, unable to think of what to respond with.

Splat…

Panic stepped forward; the wrappings on his feet had become dark red as they squished with each step. “There was absolutely nothing wrong with you before you took off like some scared insolent coward fearing for her life.”

He wasn’t wrong there. Sikotic knew that once Panic had learned about her betrayal to him that it could mean her very life would be at stake. To be with Alo, to have an ordinary life, she had to run. Still, the word ‘coward’ sparked something inside her. She was never one for being called names, not back then and not now. Her lips tightened against each other as she allowed him to continue on, listening to him quietly and patiently.

Panic saw the flash of anger in Sik’s face, the slight twitch of her eye, and it made him feel bubbly inside as he continued on. “So now I get to prove you and everyone wrong, wrong, WRONG.”

Sikotic knew what he had meant by ‘everyone’, though to even bring up his name would unleash a horrible fury from her once respectable leader.

Panic let out a dry chuckle as he looked down to his feet, letting them squish in the bloody pool beneath his heels. “So yeah, I’m going to drain you dry Sik. And then we’re going to start fresh, make you remember all the good times we had until my little golden member gets pushed off that high horse you’re on and that god damn pedestal comes crashing the fuck down!”

“And what of my family, Panic?” Sikotic asked, her arms lifting as much as the restraints would allow them. “I’ll do whatever you want, just let them go. They did nothing.”

Sikotic craned her neck forward as she watched Panic who had become silent. A deep deviant laugh began erupting from inside Panic until he was unable to contain himself any longer. The booming laughs echoed around the room making it sound as if the walls themselves were laughing along with him. “Let them go?!” he said as he took a step back and sat down on the wooden table. Panic crossed his arms over his chest as he smiled at her with that wicked grin plastered on his smug face. “And why should I do that, hm? So you could run off again to go be with them?”

“I won’t.” Sik begged. “I promise.”

Splat. Splat… Splat.

Panic leaned forward, the shadow from the light concealing his face. “Your promises mean nothing. Like I said, you should have thought of that a long time ago … Sikky.” He repeated.

Sikotic shook at the restraints, desperate to find some means of weak point to break out of. “Panic no. Leave them alone!” she yelled as she jerked back and forth, dripping blood all over the arm rests.

Amused with the entertainment happening before him, Panic remained absolute motionless as he watched Sik struggle in her chair before she finally fell silent.

“If anything happens to them I’ll never forgive you.” Sikotic’s head was bowed with defeat, her own face hidden beneath the mess of tangled blood crusted hair.

Panic leaned his head back into the light as he lifted it up towards the lamp and smiled. “I do not seek your forgiveness Sik.” He said with cooling words as he stood up and walked to the only door in the room. He pulled the door opened as he stepped out into the hallway. “But you will respect me.”

With that Panic shut the door closed with a heavy slam before the sound of metal locks slid into place. Sikotic leaned back against the chair and closed her tear stained eyes as she drowned herself into the sound of her blood dripping, one arm into the foil pan while the other onto the floor below.

Splat. Drip. Splat… Drip. … Drip.

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This continued on for three more days. Panic would come in and inspect Sik. If he deemed it time, he would begin cutting her up and drain of her blood before feeding her a bowl of water. Sometimes they would scream at each other, Sik would beg him to let Hope go or even argue that Panic was wrong. Sometimes Panic would hit her. Sometimes he’d pour her urinal pot over her head, make her feel low and pathetic before he cleaned her wounds so they wouldn’t get infected. Other times they would sit in silence, Panic would cut her open and Sik would lay there with a heavy daze on her face.

What scared her more than what would become of Hope, Alo and Andi … was the fact that these past few times Panic would come to cut her open, she was beginning to enjoy it.
Sikotic sat in her chair restrained when the sounds of the metal locks unhinging made her look up towards the door. Panic walked into the room with a large bucket in each hand as he stepped in and closed the door behind him.

Uncertain of what was going on, seeing as this was different than every other time, Sik could only watch as she eyed the buckets. One was filled to the brim with suds with what looked to be the corner of a sponge bobbling up and down beneath the fluffy bubbles. The other bucket was full of liquid, which she safely assumed was water.

Panic set the buckets down and briskly headed over to Sik as he began unbuckling not just her arm restraints but as well as the ones on her feet. “Try anything and you’ll regret it.” He warned as he took a step back and watched her.

Sikotic didn’t move for a second until finally she slowly brought her hands together and rubbed at her raw wrists delicately. “What’s this?” she asked hesitantly as she moved to get up from the chair. Her stomach growled in response, hungry for some kind of substances to gorge itself on.

Panic paid no mind to the sound of Sikotic’s wailing belly as he pushed the suds filled bucket towards her with a slight kick of his foot. “Wash yourself.”

Sikotic didn’t question it; she reeked of urine, sweat and old blood, enough to make anybody gag when they came to close proximity of her. As she reached out for the sponge, she heard Panic clicking his tongue against his teeth and stopped.

Panic shook his head side to side before cocking it to the side. “Take them off. They will shelter you no more.”

Sikotic looked down to her stained dress. Even in the dark she could still see the faint patches of the original blue color she had loved so much. Her hands reached to the bottom of the dress’s skirt and bunched it up in her palms. She was so hungry and so beaten down that she couldn’t even muster the strength to fight her way out with this newly given opportunity. Pulling the dress from the bottom up, Sikotic removed her dress over her head as her matted clumps of hair slapped against her naked back. As she let go of the horribly filthy dress, Sikotic noticed that Panic made no change of his stance as he seemed to wait for more.

Sikotic bit her lip as she pulled her hands up behind her back and unhooked her bra. The strain of effort reopened one of her cuts as she began lightly bleeding from her left wrist when she pulled her them back down before shrugging her bra straps off her shoulders and letting it too fall to the ground in front of her.

Panic smirked just ever so slightly as Sikotic stood topless in front of him, his eyes wandered down to the only remaining clothing she had left as she began lightly thumbing the sides of her underwear before pushing them down.

Sikotic stepped out from her underwear before reaching out for the sponge more time. This time Panic did not intervene as he went over to the wooden table and sat down onto it.
Sikotic grabbed the sponge and dipped it into the cold water a couple of times before bringing it out and above her head. As she squeezed the sponge it splashed water all over her face before running down her naked body and onto the floor where Sik lowered herself down to sit. Sik continued plunging the sponge into the bucket before wringing it out onto herself before she began lightly scrubbing the bubbly soap into her hair and skin.
Her wrists burned as they in contact with the soap, as Sik dabbed the area gently while closing her eyes. The pain felt intoxicating yet still hurt enough for her to go no further.

As Panic moved from the table, Sik opened her eyes and flinched as he walked past her but he seemed to pay no mind as he began stripping off the dirty gauze from the leather restraints and began replacing it with fresh new ones he fished out of his jean’s pockets.
Sik eyeballed the other bucket, her mouth opening with desire to drink it as she scooted closer and closer.

“Nu uh uhh.” Panic said as he stood upright and towered over his naked prisoner. “Are you done?” he asked, watching her closely.

Sikotic looked to the sponge in her hand then to the half empty bucket. Not wanting to waste the precious feeling of being absolutely clean (or at least as clean as she could get given the certain circumstances), Sik put the sponge down on the ground and grabbed the edge of the bucket before picking it up. With her diminished strength, the bucket shook violently before she was able to bring it up to her chest and tilt it to where the remaining water was dumped on top of her.

As she placed the empty bucket back on the ground, Sik gingerly reached out and grabbed the clean non-soap water bucket. Hearing no protests, Sik dragged it towards her, her eyes squinting at the sound of plastic being rubbed against the concrete as the water jiggled inside from the vibration.

“Here.”

Sikotic stopped as Panic reached over and took the bucket from her grasp. Sikotic leaned her head back as Panic lifted it high above her head and tilted it. Water poured from the side as Sik opened her mouth to catch whatever she could, desperately thirsty and uncaring of how this looked. Panic’s smile grew larger as he finished the bucket off and tossed it to the ground.

Sik coughed as she quietly sucked at the ends of her fingers, her stomach growling angrily for food once more. Her tongue danced alongside her skin as she flicked it up and down before lowering it towards her bleeding wrist. When the tip of her tongue came into contact with the small oozing blood, she paused for a split second and savored the salty metallic taste before pulling away. She was so hungry…

In that split second, Sikotic was suddenly pushed over as Panic toppled onto her as he began forcing their bodies into one. The sudden surprise caught Sik off guard as she instinctively used her nails to push and claw Panic as she began screaming. Panic’s own nails found their way to each side of Sikotic’s external obliques as he began scratching her as hard as he could.

The pain was too much as Sikotic let out a yelp but as Panic continued to put pressure onto her sides, the pain slowly turned into a feeling of pleasure as her screams became mixed with moans. The two struggled against each other as Sik continued trying to push Panic off but was unable to as his persistence and sheer brutal force was far too much. Unable to think of anything else in the horrifying yet erotic state Sikotic stopped screaming before sinking her teeth into the shoulder of her crazed leader. Panic let out his own squeal of delight as he threw his head back. Sik could feel the sudden movement growing in Panic’s pants as she pulled away with disgust but not before leaving a good hole. Panic held onto Sik and dug his nails one last time into her body before he finally released her.

Sikotic scampered away as she huddled and crouched beside the wall closest to her before drawing her hands up defensively.

Panic began laughing again as he found his footing and stood up.

Without meaning to, Sik’s eyes lowered to the large bulge that was plain to see even in the dim light, but just as she laid eyes on it she tore her sights away and scowled. “The fuck Panic?!”

Panic continued laughing, making Sikotic angrier by the second, before finally commenting. “Felt fucking fantastic didn’t it Sik?”

Sik snarled, bewildered that she fell for something like that so stupidly. “You sick fuck!” she screamed, throwing her hands down as she clenched them so hard that she could feel her nails digging into her palms. “Just leave me alone!”

Panic snickered. “Aww, did I hurt your feelings Sik?” he asked, using an obviously fake sympathetic tone. “Tell me, did I make you wet?”

Sikotic turned around, her face flushing with anger and embarrassment as she realized the truth in his question. The pain had created an incredible sense of arousal, one she hadn’t felt in a long time.

When Panic moved closer to her, Sikotic buried her face in her hands. She wasn’t afraid of being touched inappropriately by Panic. As sick as he was, Panic had never raped anyone nor would; it was one of the twisted things about him. In fact Sik knew that Panic hadn’t become aroused because she had, it was due to their masochism; a teaching they had learned and taught onto others. It was one of the three initiations. This was all just some disgusting way for Panic to instill his teachings into her once again, to make her relive it all and relish in it.

She felt the base of Panic's palm touch the top of her crown as he rested it there for a few seconds while Sikotic pulled herself together. When she finally pulled face away from her hands she could sense him step to the side. "Go back to your seat." His voice was full of pride and it made her feel disgusted with herself.

Without needing to be told twice, Sikotic stood up and took a step towards the chair before turning to look back at him.

Panic just stood there, a devil's smile pulling at his lips as he watched her eagerly. "There's a good bitch, don't you worry, I'll get you something to cover your nasty self up."

Sikotic looked back to the chair as she slowly climbed into it and waited as Panic walked over and began buckling her restraints down one by one. When she was finally strapped in, Panic kept his word as he left the room and returned with a dirty sheet before draping it over her cold naked body.

Panic leaned over and tossed the sponge into one of the buckets before picking them both up. As he walked to the door he turned to look back at Sik who laid there with her eyes closed. The sheet curved her body nicely, even tightening in places where water had soaked into the fabric and pulled against the skin. The image itself was enough for Panic to lose his hard on as he pulled at the side of his pants. "Filthy wretched harlot." he muttered as he grabbed the door's metal handle and slammed it closed.

Description
The sensation of being dragged across the cold cement was not nearly as pleasant as one would think. The skin on her back was exposed from her dress being pulled up by the friction, and it had been rubbed and burned each time she was pulled forward. The dim lights overhead crackled with electricity and the pungent stench of rot and foul moisture was heavy in the air as Sik tried to see what was all around her. Her eyes blurred and sharpened before she saw the naked back of Panic as he toiled and pulled at her ankles down the hallway. As if expecting her to wake up, he looked over his shoulders and cast a devilish smile down at her. “Welcome to the party Sik, I do hope you’ll enjoy your stay. You’ve been here before, dontcha remember?”

The fog in her head made it difficult to even think, let alone resist the pulls as Sik tilted her head back. The hallway jerked away from her every second while the wall’s black stains seemed to come to life and ooze down the cracked pain. Even with her senses dulled heavily from the drugs, Sikotic began to recall the smell that seemed so vaguely familiar. As she tried so hard to remember where she had smelled the scent before, her vision began to warp and fog until the ghosts of the adolescent figures of Panic, Sik and even Alo suddenly appeared before her. Like watching an old movie, the figures ran past her down the hallway, oblivious of their older counterparts. As they each hooted and hollered, the children versions suddenly faded away before magically appearing in a room Sik and Panic were just passing. “The smell…” cried out the younger Sik, her face crinkling as Alo pinched his nose together while Panic seemed enthralled with it all. The older Sik leaned her head back up, dismissing the visions to see Panic who had been staring at her. “It smells swampy.” She said with a dry swallow as the effects of the drug took over once more.

This made Panic smile, a genuine satisfactory smirk before it washed away as he returned his gaze to the front and continued dragging her without another word.

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When she awoke again it was to the sound of the repetitive dripping noise ringing in her ears. Her eyelids felt as though each weighed a ton and it became a struggle to keep them open as she rolled her head to the side. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ Sik thought. ‘Why am I so weak?’ ‘Panic, the drugs, Hope...’

Drip…
Drip… Drip

As flashbacks of the previous day vaguely played inside her head, Sikotic fought to remain conscious as her eyes skirted around inside their sockets and took in the room she was in. A wooden table lit by a hanging overhead light was the only thing she could see in the dark room.

Drip… Drip…
Drip…

Unable to fight it any longer, Sikotic closed her eyes and fell back to sleep…

“Wakey wakey Sik.”

The pain of flesh against flesh being slapped against her cheek caused Sikotic to reopen her eyes just in time to see Panic pull his hand back. His face was but of two inches away from hers as he inspected every little detail on her face. As he did so, she took a good a look at him and noticed that the swelling from his eye had gone down but was bruised badly as the dark purple splotches had settled in beneath the damaged skin, otherwise he looked clean.

“Yess,” he hissed. “There’s a good little whore. Tell me, how do you feel?”

Drip… Drip…

In all honesty, Sik felt sick. The excruciating pain felt as if molten lava had been exchanged for all the blood in her veins. Her head throbbed each time Panic spoke words to her or whenever she heard the dripping noise; wherever that was coming from.

As she began became more alert, Sikotic shifted in her seat and felt the leather restraints buckled against her chest and wrists. She wasn’t surprised, however the pain she felt when she flexed her hands startled her as she tried to look down but was met with resistance as Panic wrapped his hand around her neck forcing her chin to lift back up. “I’m not asking nicely again. Tell me how you fucking feel!” The seriousness behind the crazed lunatic’s tone was different than his usual speech pattern, almost as if he was truly concerned for her well being as his emerald eyes burned into her own.

Sikotic shuffled awkwardly underneath his grasp as she directed her eyes away from his own. “It hurts.” She managed to mutter, giving him only that self-satisfaction.

Panic grunted, displeased with the answer as he pulled his hand back and walked away.

Drip… Drip … Drip…

Taking the free moment, Sik instantly looked down to her hands where she spotted the leather cuffs wrapped around her wrists. As she moved her arms she felt the same stinging pain and watched as the red liquid smear itself against the leather and her skin before dripping off to the floor below.

Drip… Drip…

Sikotic leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes, praying for Panic to find some means of compassion and just end it now rather than dragging it out.

Panic shuffled back and forth against the table, keeping his bare back to Sik as he poured something into a bowl. His feet had been wrapped up with bandages that had become dirty against the bottom of his soles from walking around the building. With each step he took the intoxicating pain festered beneath his heels from all the glass that had become dislodged earlier when he finally took the time to clean himself up. That, along with the searing cauterized burn he had given himself on his chest, Panic felt like he was in a blissful paradise. But he couldn’t enjoy it, no, not while there was so much work to do and uncertainty of what would happen if his plans should fail. Panic picked up the scalpel he had set on the table in one hand and the bowl of water he poured from the plastic bottle, into the other. He turned back to Sik and walked over to her chair before kneeling down beside her. As he brought the bowl up to her mouth, he pressed his brows together in a frown as he tilted it upright just enough for the liquid to touch her lips. “Drinnnnk.” He whispered.

Sikotic felt the cooling touch of wetness slipped between her lips and tingle the tip of her tongue as she opened her eyes. At first she was hesitant, immediately concluding that the very thing Panic wanted her to do would be a tragic mistake, but as the first taste settled in her taste buds she craved more. Her mouth opened as she gulped down the water, uncaring for what it might have been tainted with. She was so thirsty, and so very weak. As Panic pulled the bowl away she silently cursed herself for falling so easily into the temptation. “What was that?” she asked, licking her lips as she eyed him suspiciously as he set it down onto the floor beside him.

“Water. No more talking. Sush now.” He responded, as he began unbuckling the leather restraint against her wrist.

“But-”

In a flash the scalpel was pressed against Sik’s lips, the blade cutting into her skin until a fine red scarlet line appeared beneath the steel. “No more talking.” Panic warned, as he held the tool there for a moment longer before lowering it back down.

Drip …

As Panic removed the leather bound against her wrist, Sik couldn't help but let out a soft sob. Beneath the restraint were three separate cuts in her wrist, each leaking a fine small trail of blood and stung as the cold musky air came into contact with it. The restraint itself had been padded down with gauze that had become so soaked with the crimson fluid it eventually overflowed off over the sides.

With her hand free from the restraint, the thought of slashing out at Panic crossed Sik’s mind but with just a single shift in her hand she felt Panic’s firm grip tighten around her own causing her to change her mind. “Don’t move.” Panic said, as he twisted her hand outwards and bared her bleeding wrist into the faint lighting from the lamp hanging above the table behind him. Placing the scalpel’s point down against the already made cut, he began lightly tracing the line back and forth over and over again as more blood began pouring out from the incision. The touch was so light that was almost painless to Sikotic who could only hold back her head and keep herself from crying out in protest.

“Not too much.” Panic muttered, his mind clustered with all the different thoughts and ideas scattering around in his head. “Just enough. Bleed it out.”

“Where’s Hope?” Sikotic asked unable to withhold the question any longer as her head rolled over to her shoulder. “What did you do with Andi? Where’s my daughter?” Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she begged for some kind of answer.

Panic’s face squirmed while his fingers fumbled causing the blade to press down into the bleeding wound farther than he intended it to go. The cut made Sik scream as blood poured out in a surprisingly large amount. Panic pressed his hands to the side of his head as he squeezed them together before pulling out strands of his hair. “NO!” he screamed as he picked up one of the small foil pans that had been collecting Sik’s blood and tossed across the room. The blood sloshed and spilled most of the contents all around the two before the pan even left Panic’s hand as it danced whimsically from the air to the ground.

Panic placed a knee onto Sikotic’s stomach as he pressed his fingers into her mouth forced it open before pushing the surgical knife inside. Sikotic tried to reel back unsuccessfully as the maniacal lunatic wrapped his fingers around her slippery tongue. “You don’t listen!” he barked at her, ignoring Sikotic as she slapped effortlessly at his arm. “I’m trying to fix you, but if you don’t let me work then what good are you to me?!”

Sikotic stared at Panic, her yellow eyes wide with fear as she froze when he pressed the knife against her oral appendage.

Panic leaned his head forward as he looked at her carefully. “I don’t want to kill you, so don’t make me change my mind.”

Holding his position for a few seconds, Panic finally pulled the scalpel out of her mouth and withdrew his fingers to the sides of her face. He wiped his brow with his bloodied hand that held the knife and exhaled sharply as he studied her.

Blood everywhere.
Red. Red. Dripping Red.

Splat. Splat. Splat.

Sik’s wrist was still bleeding badly as Panic pulled himself off of her and replaced the restraint. Blood splattered all over the concrete floor, adding to the already puddled pool he had spilled everywhere.

“It’s not your fault.” Panic said as he walked over to the table and set the scalpel down. “You’re sick.” He placed his hands on the edges of the table and squeezed them. “And brainwashed by him.”

He was talking. Venting and ranting maybe, but it was some kind of progress as to figure out what was going on. With her very life source bleeding from her wrists, Sikotic felt dizzy and on the verge of slipping back to unconsciousness as she tried to hold on and focus. “Him. You mean Alo?”

Splat. Splat. Splat.

Panic sneered, his blood smeared muscles in his back jerked underneath the skin as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other in annoyance. What a stupid question.

Okay, maybe not. Redirection was needed now. “Why are cutting me?” Sikotic’s breath was shallow as she coughed, becoming increasingly aware how thirsty she was again.

Panic didn’t turn to face her but his grip relaxed on the table. His hair shined with sweat and blood as the lamp’s light gleamed off of it. “You’re full of shit.”

At first she thought he was belittling her but then Sik realized he was referring to the pills he had found earlier. “They help me.” She said slowly.

Panic spun around, a fire glistening in his eyes. “They weaken you.”

There was no point in arguing that, knowing how solid concrete Panic felt about their training and beliefs. No. Not their beliefs, -his- beliefs. And so she remained silent, unable to think of what to respond with.

Splat…

Panic stepped forward; the wrappings on his feet had become dark red as they squished with each step. “There was absolutely nothing wrong with you before you took off like some scared insolent coward fearing for her life.”

He wasn’t wrong there. Sikotic knew that once Panic had learned about her betrayal to him that it could mean her very life would be at stake. To be with Alo, to have an ordinary life, she had to run. Still, the word ‘coward’ sparked something inside her. She was never one for being called names, not back then and not now. Her lips tightened against each other as she allowed him to continue on, listening to him quietly and patiently.

Panic saw the flash of anger in Sik’s face, the slight twitch of her eye, and it made him feel bubbly inside as he continued on. “So now I get to prove you and everyone wrong, wrong, WRONG.”

Sikotic knew what he had meant by ‘everyone’, though to even bring up his name would unleash a horrible fury from her once respectable leader.

Panic let out a dry chuckle as he looked down to his feet, letting them squish in the bloody pool beneath his heels. “So yeah, I’m going to drain you dry Sik. And then we’re going to start fresh, make you remember all the good times we had until my little golden member gets pushed off that high horse you’re on and that god damn pedestal comes crashing the fuck down!”

“And what of my family, Panic?” Sikotic asked, her arms lifting as much as the restraints would allow them. “I’ll do whatever you want, just let them go. They did nothing.”

Sikotic craned her neck forward as she watched Panic who had become silent. A deep deviant laugh began erupting from inside Panic until he was unable to contain himself any longer. The booming laughs echoed around the room making it sound as if the walls themselves were laughing along with him. “Let them go?!” he said as he took a step back and sat down on the wooden table. Panic crossed his arms over his chest as he smiled at her with that wicked grin plastered on his smug face. “And why should I do that, hm? So you could run off again to go be with them?”

“I won’t.” Sik begged. “I promise.”

Splat. Splat… Splat.

Panic leaned forward, the shadow from the light concealing his face. “Your promises mean nothing. Like I said, you should have thought of that a long time ago … Sikky.” He repeated.

Sikotic shook at the restraints, desperate to find some means of weak point to break out of. “Panic no. Leave them alone!” she yelled as she jerked back and forth, dripping blood all over the arm rests.

Amused with the entertainment happening before him, Panic remained absolute motionless as he watched Sik struggle in her chair before she finally fell silent.

“If anything happens to them I’ll never forgive you.” Sikotic’s head was bowed with defeat, her own face hidden beneath the mess of tangled blood crusted hair.

Panic leaned his head back into the light as he lifted it up towards the lamp and smiled. “I do not seek your forgiveness Sik.” He said with cooling words as he stood up and walked to the only door in the room. He pulled the door opened as he stepped out into the hallway. “But you will respect me.”

With that Panic shut the door closed with a heavy slam before the sound of metal locks slid into place. Sikotic leaned back against the chair and closed her tear stained eyes as she drowned herself into the sound of her blood dripping, one arm into the foil pan while the other onto the floor below.

Splat. Drip. Splat… Drip. … Drip.

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This continued on for three more days. Panic would come in and inspect Sik. If he deemed it time, he would begin cutting her up and drain of her blood before feeding her a bowl of water. Sometimes they would scream at each other, Sik would beg him to let Hope go or even argue that Panic was wrong. Sometimes Panic would hit her. Sometimes he’d pour her urinal pot over her head, make her feel low and pathetic before he cleaned her wounds so they wouldn’t get infected. Other times they would sit in silence, Panic would cut her open and Sik would lay there with a heavy daze on her face.

What scared her more than what would become of Hope, Alo and Andi … was the fact that these past few times Panic would come to cut her open, she was beginning to enjoy it.
Sikotic sat in her chair restrained when the sounds of the metal locks unhinging made her look up towards the door. Panic walked into the room with a large bucket in each hand as he stepped in and closed the door behind him.

Uncertain of what was going on, seeing as this was different than every other time, Sik could only watch as she eyed the buckets. One was filled to the brim with suds with what looked to be the corner of a sponge bobbling up and down beneath the fluffy bubbles. The other bucket was full of liquid, which she safely assumed was water.

Panic set the buckets down and briskly headed over to Sik as he began unbuckling not just her arm restraints but as well as the ones on her feet. “Try anything and you’ll regret it.” He warned as he took a step back and watched her.

Sikotic didn’t move for a second until finally she slowly brought her hands together and rubbed at her raw wrists delicately. “What’s this?” she asked hesitantly as she moved to get up from the chair. Her stomach growled in response, hungry for some kind of substances to gorge itself on.

Panic paid no mind to the sound of Sikotic’s wailing belly as he pushed the suds filled bucket towards her with a slight kick of his foot. “Wash yourself.”

Sikotic didn’t question it; she reeked of urine, sweat and old blood, enough to make anybody gag when they came to close proximity of her. As she reached out for the sponge, she heard Panic clicking his tongue against his teeth and stopped.

Panic shook his head side to side before cocking it to the side. “Take them off. They will shelter you no more.”

Sikotic looked down to her stained dress. Even in the dark she could still see the faint patches of the original blue color she had loved so much. Her hands reached to the bottom of the dress’s skirt and bunched it up in her palms. She was so hungry and so beaten down that she couldn’t even muster the strength to fight her way out with this newly given opportunity. Pulling the dress from the bottom up, Sikotic removed her dress over her head as her matted clumps of hair slapped against her naked back. As she let go of the horribly filthy dress, Sikotic noticed that Panic made no change of his stance as he seemed to wait for more.

Sikotic bit her lip as she pulled her hands up behind her back and unhooked her bra. The strain of effort reopened one of her cuts as she began lightly bleeding from her left wrist when she pulled her them back down before shrugging her bra straps off her shoulders and letting it too fall to the ground in front of her.

Panic smirked just ever so slightly as Sikotic stood topless in front of him, his eyes wandered down to the only remaining clothing she had left as she began lightly thumbing the sides of her underwear before pushing them down.

Sikotic stepped out from her underwear before reaching out for the sponge more time. This time Panic did not intervene as he went over to the wooden table and sat down onto it.
Sikotic grabbed the sponge and dipped it into the cold water a couple of times before bringing it out and above her head. As she squeezed the sponge it splashed water all over her face before running down her naked body and onto the floor where Sik lowered herself down to sit. Sik continued plunging the sponge into the bucket before wringing it out onto herself before she began lightly scrubbing the bubbly soap into her hair and skin.
Her wrists burned as they in contact with the soap, as Sik dabbed the area gently while closing her eyes. The pain felt intoxicating yet still hurt enough for her to go no further.

As Panic moved from the table, Sik opened her eyes and flinched as he walked past her but he seemed to pay no mind as he began stripping off the dirty gauze from the leather restraints and began replacing it with fresh new ones he fished out of his jean’s pockets.
Sik eyeballed the other bucket, her mouth opening with desire to drink it as she scooted closer and closer.

“Nu uh uhh.” Panic said as he stood upright and towered over his naked prisoner. “Are you done?” he asked, watching her closely.

Sikotic looked to the sponge in her hand then to the half empty bucket. Not wanting to waste the precious feeling of being absolutely clean (or at least as clean as she could get given the certain circumstances), Sik put the sponge down on the ground and grabbed the edge of the bucket before picking it up. With her diminished strength, the bucket shook violently before she was able to bring it up to her chest and tilt it to where the remaining water was dumped on top of her.

As she placed the empty bucket back on the ground, Sik gingerly reached out and grabbed the clean non-soap water bucket. Hearing no protests, Sik dragged it towards her, her eyes squinting at the sound of plastic being rubbed against the concrete as the water jiggled inside from the vibration.

“Here.”

Sikotic stopped as Panic reached over and took the bucket from her grasp. Sikotic leaned her head back as Panic lifted it high above her head and tilted it. Water poured from the side as Sik opened her mouth to catch whatever she could, desperately thirsty and uncaring of how this looked. Panic’s smile grew larger as he finished the bucket off and tossed it to the ground.

Sik coughed as she quietly sucked at the ends of her fingers, her stomach growling angrily for food once more. Her tongue danced alongside her skin as she flicked it up and down before lowering it towards her bleeding wrist. When the tip of her tongue came into contact with the small oozing blood, she paused for a split second and savored the salty metallic taste before pulling away. She was so hungry…

In that split second, Sikotic was suddenly pushed over as Panic toppled onto her as he began forcing their bodies into one. The sudden surprise caught Sik off guard as she instinctively used her nails to push and claw Panic as she began screaming. Panic’s own nails found their way to each side of Sikotic’s external obliques as he began scratching her as hard as he could.

The pain was too much as Sikotic let out a yelp but as Panic continued to put pressure onto her sides, the pain slowly turned into a feeling of pleasure as her screams became mixed with moans. The two struggled against each other as Sik continued trying to push Panic off but was unable to as his persistence and sheer brutal force was far too much. Unable to think of anything else in the horrifying yet erotic state Sikotic stopped screaming before sinking her teeth into the shoulder of her crazed leader. Panic let out his own squeal of delight as he threw his head back. Sik could feel the sudden movement growing in Panic’s pants as she pulled away with disgust but not before leaving a good hole. Panic held onto Sik and dug his nails one last time into her body before he finally released her.

Sikotic scampered away as she huddled and crouched beside the wall closest to her before drawing her hands up defensively.

Panic began laughing again as he found his footing and stood up.

Without meaning to, Sik’s eyes lowered to the large bulge that was plain to see even in the dim light, but just as she laid eyes on it she tore her sights away and scowled. “The fuck Panic?!”

Panic continued laughing, making Sikotic angrier by the second, before finally commenting. “Felt fucking fantastic didn’t it Sik?”

Sik snarled, bewildered that she fell for something like that so stupidly. “You sick fuck!” she screamed, throwing her hands down as she clenched them so hard that she could feel her nails digging into her palms. “Just leave me alone!”

Panic snickered. “Aww, did I hurt your feelings Sik?” he asked, using an obviously fake sympathetic tone. “Tell me, did I make you wet?”

Sikotic turned around, her face flushing with anger and embarrassment as she realized the truth in his question. The pain had created an incredible sense of arousal, one she hadn’t felt in a long time.

When Panic moved closer to her, Sikotic buried her face in her hands. She wasn’t afraid of being touched inappropriately by Panic. As sick as he was, Panic had never raped anyone nor would; it was one of the twisted things about him. In fact Sik knew that Panic hadn’t become aroused because she had, it was due to their masochism; a teaching they had learned and taught onto others. It was one of the three initiations. This was all just some disgusting way for Panic to instill his teachings into her once again, to make her relive it all and relish in it.

She felt the base of Panic's palm touch the top of her crown as he rested it there for a few seconds while Sikotic pulled herself together. When she finally pulled face away from her hands she could sense him step to the side. "Go back to your seat." His voice was full of pride and it made her feel disgusted with herself.

Without needing to be told twice, Sikotic stood up and took a step towards the chair before turning to look back at him.

Panic just stood there, a devil's smile pulling at his lips as he watched her eagerly. "There's a good bitch, don't you worry, I'll get you something to cover your nasty self up."

Sikotic looked back to the chair as she slowly climbed into it and waited as Panic walked over and began buckling her restraints down one by one. When she was finally strapped in, Panic kept his word as he left the room and returned with a dirty sheet before draping it over her cold naked body.

Panic leaned over and tossed the sponge into one of the buckets before picking them both up. As he walked to the door he turned to look back at Sik who laid there with her eyes closed. The sheet curved her body nicely, even tightening in places where water had soaked into the fabric and pulled against the skin. The image itself was enough for Panic to lose his hard on as he pulled at the side of his pants. "Filthy wretched harlot." he muttered as he grabbed the door's metal handle and slammed it closed.