WARNING: This story contains mature themes, which may include graphic sexual content, nudity, violence, murder, and offensive language. If you do not wish to read such content, please do not proceed to read any further!
Summary: Zack goes out hunting for someone to kill, but ends up in a dark room, tied up. He struggles to recall what happened and how he got there, as a stranger in a mask tortures him.
Karma's a Bitch
Prologue
Zack groaned, his amber eyes peeked open but was met with only darkness. His head throbbed. He lifted a hand in attempt to ease the pain in his head, but found them to be restrained, metal clanking against metal as he tried to move. Chains- it sounded and felt like chains. He was laying flat on his back, unable to sit up or move at all. The realization clicked slowly and alarms began creeping up into the pit of his stomach.
"Hey!" he called out, his raspy voice echoing in the vast, cold room that he was unable to see. "Where the hell am I?!" he cursed. He could feel the chilled air against his skin and that he wasn't wearing clothes aside from what he could assume was his boxers. He wracked his brain, but his memorizes of the previous night were vague and difficult to recall.
"Let me the fuck outta here!" He tugged and struggled against his restraints, making a ruckus before he was interrupted by the sound of a heavy door opening and squealing closed again.
He flinched and squinted his eyes when a harsh light turned on directly over him. His eyes hurt and hadn't adjusted, but he struggled to make out the silhouette of a person approaching him.
"Isaac Foster," the person started. "Do you know why you are here?" His vision was blurry but he could make out someone in a black leather outfit, a full mask covering their head and their voice distorted, probably by some kind of device.
"I don't even know where the fuck 'here' is," he replied smartly, feeling annoyance building. He glanced around now that his vision was cleared. The floors and walls were all concrete and bare aside from the door and what looked like chained prisoner cuffs hanging down from the wall, cages, and jail cells. There was also a chair with belts attached to confine someone to it. The place was full of torture devices, some stained with blood, likely from previous victims. It was like a dungeon. "Get these damn chains off me or I swear I'll fucking kill you."
"I don't think so," they nonchalantly declined, "You're somewhere no one would ever find you. You'll never leave here alive."
He laughed curtly. "You're going to kill me?" his voice held amusement, "You should know, I don't die so easily."
"Is that so?"
"What could you possibly do to me?," he challenged, "I've been beaten, starved, burned alive, repeatedly electrocuted, drugged, shot, and I've had wounds so deep that my guts nearly spilled outta my stomach." He huffed arrogantly, "You wanna kill me, go ahead and try."
"Good." the captor replied, "I hope you don't die so easily because I don't want to kill you," they drawled lightly before their tone darkened as they spoke again, "I want to torture you. I want you to survive for as long as possible. I want you to suffer until you beg for death."
Zack's eyes narrowed stubbornly, "I'll never beg for my life or death."
Zack groaned, his amber eyes peeked open but was met with only darkness. His head throbbed. He lifted a hand in attempt to ease the pain in his head, but found them to be restrained, metal clanking against metal as he tried to move. Chains- it sounded and felt like chains. He was laying flat on his back, unable to sit up or move at all. The realization clicked slowly and alarms began creeping up into the pit of his stomach.
"Hey!" he called out, his raspy voice echoing in the vast, cold room that he was unable to see. "Where the hell am I?!" he cursed. He could feel the chilled air against his skin and that he wasn't wearing clothes aside from what he could assume was his boxers. He wracked his brain, but his memorizes of the previous night were vague and difficult to recall.
"Let me the fuck outta here!" He tugged and struggled against his restraints, making a ruckus before he was interrupted by the sound of a heavy door opening and squealing closed again.
He flinched and squinted his eyes when a harsh light turned on directly over him. His eyes hurt and hadn't adjusted, but he struggled to make out the silhouette of a person approaching him.
"Isaac Foster," the person started. "Do you know why you are here?" His vision was blurry but he could make out someone in a black leather outfit, a full mask covering their head and their voice distorted, probably by some kind of device.
"I don't even know where the fuck 'here' is," he replied smartly, feeling annoyance building. He glanced around now that his vision was cleared. The floors and walls were all concrete and bare aside from the door and what looked like chained prisoner cuffs hanging down from the wall, cages, and jail cells. There was also a chair with belts attached to confine someone to it. The place was full of torture devices, some stained with blood, likely from previous victims. It was like a dungeon. "Get these damn chains off me or I swear I'll fucking kill you."
"I don't think so," they nonchalantly declined, "You're somewhere no one would ever find you. You'll never leave here alive."
He laughed curtly. "You're going to kill me?" his voice held amusement, "You should know, I don't die so easily."
"Is that so?"
"What could you possibly do to me?," he challenged, "I've been beaten, starved, burned alive, repeatedly electrocuted, drugged, shot, and I've had wounds so deep that my guts nearly spilled outta my stomach." He huffed arrogantly, "You wanna kill me, go ahead and try."
"Good." the captor replied, "I hope you don't die so easily because I don't want to kill you," they drawled lightly before their tone darkened as they spoke again, "I want to torture you. I want you to survive for as long as possible. I want you to suffer until you beg for death."
Zack's eyes narrowed stubbornly, "I'll never beg for my life or death."
A/N: This story is a work in progress! Keep checking back for updates. More will be coming soon... Hopefully.
I felt like this was more of a prologue than a first chapter? It was just too short and really only gave a small taste of the story, so... I changed it. It's now a prologue instead of the first chapter.
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