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Pain. Blinding, fucking pain. That was the last thing Javier could remember as his racing mind forced him to open his eyes, but he opened his eyes to an unsetteling pure blackness surrounding him.
His heart stuttered, beating hard against his aching chest, Javier tried to recall what had happened; tried to figure out how he got here..... wherever "here" was.
He had just finished work for the night, it was 3:00am when he finally decided to pack up and head home for a much needed shower. Usually he walked out of the building with Steve, but his partner had left earlier to help Connie with the baby. Asshole.
Javier could remember making it to his car, but the rest of his evening was lost to him. Was it still the same day? How long has he been here? Where the fuck is "here"?!
Realizing he had started to hyperventilate, Javier began taking deeper and slower breaths. Spiraling into a panic attack wasn't going to do much good for him right now, esspecially since he was pretty sure he had a concusion. He pushed himself off the floor, he could tell it was cement. Making a small deduction that he was in some sort of warehouse or building basement, Javier scooted backwards until he found a wall and propped himself up against it.
Javier assessed the current state of his body; he clearly had a concusion, not too severe for now as far as he could tell, no doubt from being knocked out. He could feel that his ribs were severely bruised, but not broken.... yet. Who knows whats in store for him.
From what he could tell, he wasn't in too bad of a condition right now. Any damage done to his body would have been from him falling to the ground after being knocked out, not from any further attack.
Javier leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, he wished he had some sort of icepack or cold cloth for his migrain, but the cold concrete would have to do for now.
He stayed like this for what felt like hours, all alone in the dark. He didn't bother to get up and assess the room he was in yet, fearing that he might vomit or pass out when he stood up due to the splitting pain in his head. Javier tried to guess how big the room was, but as far as he knew he could be in a whole-ass basement and not just a little room.
Javier nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden sound of advancing footsteps. The agent shifted against the wall, trying to sit up straighter as to not look weak to whoever was coming for him. He managed to get himself into a half squat, just incase he needed to run or defend himself.
In the pitch blackness, suddenly a portal of light appeared as the door to the room was swung open. Javier grimaced at the change of lighting, this didn't help his migrain in the slightest. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision so he could atleast see the man infront of him. He started to be able to make out his surroundings, he WAS in a small room; all concrete, no bed or windows or anything. Javier felt like he was being held captive in a fucking cinder block.
Hands firmly grabbed Javier under his arms and hoisted him half way off the floor, making him lose his foot placement so he was now being dragged out of the room. He tried to fight back, but the man pulling him was much stronger than Javier. He hadn't gotten a chance to see his attacker yet, but judging by the arms that were yanking him out of the room, the man was fucking huge. Shit.
The hallway outside of the concrete room was ridiculously long, and it was lit up with a harsh white light, almost like a damn hospital. Javier felt nauseous at that thought; well, that and the fact that being jostled around right now was making everything around him appear to spin. He closed his eyes and took some deep breaths, trying his best to not puke on himself.
As he was trying to control his nausea, Javier felt himself get thrown into a small chair, metal no doubt at the hardness of it. Out of sheer reflexes, Javier attempted to stand back up at first, but he was harshly pushed back down; almost knocking both him and the chair backwards in the process. Then came the chains.
Of-fucking-course. Javier could only continue to blink away the harsh light and pain in his head as he was being chained down to this damn chair, he felt so dazzed it's like he was drugged, which he honestly could have been. Javier wished he was able to check for needle marks in that room, but he couldn't even see his own hand if it was right infront of his face. He obviously couldn't check for needle marks now, as his hands were now in hand cuffs behind him.
He lifted his head from where it rested on his chest {he didn't even remember resting it there.... maybe he WAS drugged...} and look at his surroundings. He was now in a much larger area, definately some sort of warehouse based off the visible metal beams in the high ceiling. As far as he could tell, it was just him and the fucking titan of a man who brought him here. Javier feared more people might come, but he pushed that thought down for now and just tried to focus on the man infront of him.
His kidnapper had walked across the room infront of Javier, he had his back turned as he was toying with some items on a large metal trolly. Javier could hear the small clinking sounds of little bits of metal as his assailant poked at the items infront of him. The man was fucking huge, probably only slightly less than 7' tall, if not exactly that. He had to be atleast 300 pounds of pure muscle too. Javier knew there was no chance he could fight this guy off even if he managed to escape from the chains holding him down.
Alright, so he had no plan whatsoever right now. The best he could hope for right now is that Steve notices he's not at work tomorrow. Though Steve might just think Javier is hungover..... it's happened before.... a few times actually..... fuck. He just hoped that this time Steve might be mad enough to want to come to Javier's apartment and punch him in the face; and in turn, notice Javier has gone missing. Fingers crossed.
The man finally stopped messing around with what Javier could only assume were different surgical tools and turned to look at his prisoner. The man's face was stone cold, he sported a natural glare, only making him appear more menacing to the dazzed agent. He turned back around and grabbed the sides of the metal trolly, spinning it around so he could roll it towards Javier.
Javier's heart began to beat rapidly again as the items on the trolly came into view.
Scalpels, various things that looked like scissors, fucking metal hooks; almost everything Javier's ever seen in the horror movies he watched when he was younger.
The man stopped the trolly about 2 feet infront on Javier, knowing that the view was already killing the agent on the inside. The man stepped around his various "torture devices" and stood infront of Javier. He could tell that Javier was trying not to show any fear, but to the man's experienced eyes, Javier was failing. The man bent over so he was in Javier's space, still towering over the smaller man even at this angle.
"I can tell you're praying this will be quick. Painless.", the man spoke in perfect English to Javier, though he looked like he was from Colombia. "However, I can assure you that will not be the case. Unless you give me what I want"
Javier blinked up at the man, trying to control his reactions to the blatant threats. He could feel his body tremble slightly, he hoped the man didn't notice that.
The man stood up straight again and turned towards his tools, "But then again", he started, picking up a scalpel and twirling it in his fingers, "I might not want to stop all the fun".
Javier let himself tremble this time. He knew now that trying to appear "tough" was gonna do absolutely fuck-all for him.