All of them finally made it back with Justin still passed out from Tyler’s punch. Tyler insisted on coming as well but it wasn’t his fight.. well more like play..
Justin was tied by in invisible chain, hanging upside down from the ceiling. First was Jacob’s turn.
Justin felt very sharp slash on his cheeks making his eyes shoot up in both surprise and pain. He let out a scream as his body twisted in pain of getting slashed by poisoned whips. His body started burning in despair. Every muscle in his body screamed in agony as Jacob kept on slashing Justin. He didn’t even get the time to mourn over one slash when next was bashed into him and then another one followed and then another, this continued for a couple of minutes but for Justin it felt like hours if not less.
“How long I have waited to inflict pain on you” Jacob’s demonic voice echoed throughout the empty dungeon. Justin’s skull was hammering in pain, his body was all bloody. Blood dripping furiously from the large gashes, “W-ho th-e fuc-k a-re y-ou?” Justin muttered in between chokes of pain.
Jacob put down the whip and walked to the half dead bastard. Jacob’s face and body was painted with Justin’s blood as he smiled wickedly at him, “I am your doom” he said and thrusted his hand in slash just below his heart. Justin roared in pain twisting in mercy as Jacob reached for his heart.
He looked directly into Justin’s eyes, “This is for Nora” he said and squeezed his heart untill it bursted inside his chest. Blood oozed from his nose, eyes and ears as a result.
In a minute Justin took a huge gasp of air and yelled in pain. Andrew was standing in Jacob’s place with a smirk, “Welcome back” he said evilly. Justin was confused, he was dead how did he came back?
“Don’t think too much, your stone brain can’t handle that” he snickered taking out a bucket from the corner.
Growing up when Stephan was learning about black magic he came across this spell which puts one in a regeneration/resuscitation process. When this spell is casted in someone, they come back to life everytime they die but with all the pain he suffered that resulted in the person dying. The only limitation is that, the spell lasts for only 24 hours. But that was enough for the wicked minds to play.
Andrew dipped a mug in the bucket, “Do you know how much I hate you?” Drew said nonchalantly throwing the content on Justin. There was a sizzling sound mixed Justin’s cry of agony. Drew dipped the mug again, circling the crying Justin who was still hanging upside down. He threw another one on his back making Justin howl in pain arching his back trying to get away from the acid. Drew threw another one on his leg making it shake. The smell of burnt meat dominated the dungeon.
“Ple–ase stop-p!! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU??” He yelled out as the burning of his tissues sizzled more after each passing second. The cool air around it didn’t make it any better, the burning sensation only increased.
Drew snapped at Justin, “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?? YOU RAPED MY SISTER!! YOU BASTARD!!! YOU KILLED HER!!” He shouted and poured another mug over his crotch. Justin’s eyes went wide as the acid melted his manhood. He cried writhing in affliction. He placed the bucket just below Justin’s head and took a few steps back.
“You are going to pay for the nightmares my sister went through for years!” He spat and flickered his wrist down. Justin’s head came crashing down inside the acid filled bucket.
The hazardous liquid melted his face and skull, he writhed uncontrollably trying to move away but the acid was quick to do it’s damage. His screams were drowned the the flow of the acid in his mouth, melting his tongue, uvula, tonsils along with his teeth and jaw. His voice box was damaged because of it. A few seconds of twisting in pain came to an end as his soul finally gave up. Drew flicked his fingers up and Justin’s headless body swayed in the air horrifyingly.
Like that everyone took turns, having their own version of death planned for Justin. Each one more horrendous than the previous.
Clark was the third one as he stood eyeing Justin in disgust who laid on the ground with the same invisible chain caging his arms and legs. Justin took another gasp of air as he looked around the place in fear, the same place he had died twice.
“Oh poor little thing! They hurt you much much. Didn’t they?” He asked with a pout. Justin was too far gone to understand anything so he just nodded sobbing.
“Don’t worry, I’ll free you” Clark said wickedly making Justin’s eyes twinkle with hope, “Really?” He whispered hoarsely, his throat still throbbing because of the acid. Clark nodded, “But I’ll have to do something before that.. would you help me?” He asked Justin didn’t thinking about anything and nodded furiously.
“Anything” he said in the hope of getting out of here with the help of this kind man. Clark motioned Andrew to open the chains, though they were all confused but they trusted him and did what he asked. There was a glass wall sperating the room where Justin is being tortured and the room where his torturers are lounging with a bucket of popcorn.
Clark made his sit down leaning against the wall as he gave him a glass of water to drink. Justin was psychologically and mentally drained, he relied completely on the man before him showing kindness.
“Now Justin, I need to you to cut your dick with a smile on your face. Can you do that for me?” He asked politely. Justin smiled, “I can go then?” He asked dumbly to which Clark nodded with a sweet smile, “Here you go” he gave Justin a pocket knife that didn’t have any sharp edge.
“Now you have to do it quick” he said and walked to other corner of the room snickering at the brain dead man.
Justin stuck his tongue out and started cutting his dick. He yelled and cried in pain but he had to please the kind man in front of his so he didn’t stop. He continued cutting his dick and bite his tongue out. He threw the knife and cupped his mouth, “No no Justin if you don’t cut it off they’ll all come and torture you!” Clark warned making Justin snap his attention at the him. He tried to speak but nothing but blood came splitting out.
“Do it!” Clark said harshly making Justin whimper as he took the knife and began cutting his half dangling penis. He cried, sobbing at the pain but all was in vain. Clark pulled out a silver knife from his pocket and walked towards Justin who with a bloodied smile and tears running down his face showed Clark his dick he cut off.