this is just a little spec fic I wrote after tonight’s episode. i’m very sleepy and this is very un-beta-ed, but enjoy!
This wasn’t the first time.
The first time someone had tried to break him.
Physically, mentally, emotionally, he had endured so much in his life, by now he should be numb.
How much easier would it be for him if he just didn’t feel anything anymore?
He had lost track of the days he had spent chained up in this cold, dark room. The hours he was alone were almost harder than Adrian’s visits because the only company he had was the words of his captor echoing in his mind, imprinting themselves as truths, continuing his torture.
Old wounds that had never fully healed had been reopened, not just the ones currently dripping blood all over the concrete he was laying on, but deep emotional ones that had been hastily patched up underneath whatever crisis was more of a priority that year than giving them time to heal. Adrian knew everything about him, knew where to twist the knife to make him scream, to haunt him with memories he had tried to forget.
He knew his teammates were looking for him, knew they wouldn’t stop until they found him, but every minute he spent here made him more afraid that time had run out, that Adrian had gotten to them, one by one, before they got to him.
The sound of the metal door scraping the floor caused every muscle in his body to tense up in preparation for whatever blow would be delivered to him this time. Would it be the one that finally shattered him?
Lifting his head ever so slightly, he saw in the dim light through his blurred vision a sight that made his breath catch in his throat.
She rushed forward, collapsing to the floor beside him and gently cradling his head in her hands.
“We need to hurry,” John’s voice reached his ears. “Adrian could be back any minute now and we need to get you two on your way.”