I have literally no excuse for this, I just wanted to stick a bunch of thumbtacks in someone…
Also I forgot the word thumbtack for a solid five hours so I don’t think I used it in this once but the idea is still there.
Davis now had a long mental list of places he’d been tied up in and he was pretty sure, some old lady’s kitchen was a new one.
On the plus side he’d been right about the creepy guy who had been following him all day. After running into him one too many times Davis got suspicious and managed to lose him and then turn the tables and follow him in hopes that he’d go back to whoever he was working for. Instead he ducked into the nearest empty house and waited, gun at the ready for Davis to follow him in.
Now he was tied up at the kitchen table, determinedly filtering out his captors gloating chatter about how he’d planned this all along and staring at the impressive collection of pictures pinned to the bulletin board across from him. If he hadn’t already guessed from the decor the amount of pictures pinned up that were addressed to Grandma gave away just what kind of person lived here. Hopefully they wouldn’t mess up her house too badly.
“Hey, you listening to me?” his captor asked, the decorative China on the wall rattling when he slammed his fist down on the table to get Davis’ attention.
“No, not really.” he replied truthfully, slowly dragging his eyes away from the bulletin board and back to his captor, who turned to where Davis had been staring as he spoke.
“This is distracting you, huh?” he scoffed as he removed the pins from the bulletin board, letting the pictures fall to the ground in a heap.
Davis didn’t respond as his captor approached with the tacks clutched loosely in his hand, his heart pounding anxiously in his chest.
“I was following you for a reason you know,” he grinned, pulling out the chair next to the one Davis was tied to. “I’m looking for some friends of mine, Anderson and Liu?”
“Never heard of them.” he lied, not intending on turning Claire and Vincent over to this creep without a fight.
“Alright, let’s see if this refreshes your memory then.” he shrugged picking a brightly coloured tack out of the handful he was holding and pressing it into Davis’ arm which was tied in front of him. He held his breath as the pressure increased and his skin broke around the sharp end of the tack.
“Remember anything yet?” he asked innocently, picking up another pin as he waited for a response. Davis refused to give him one, focusing on how many pins he had left instead. Seventeen, he counted as another one was forced into his arm. That made it sixteen and he was asked again. Still no response, another tack shoved into his skin.
Blood was dripping down his arms now. Not a lot, hopefully not enough to stain the floor, just enough to make him sick. Still he didn’t respond and things continued like that until his captor got frustrated.
“The fuck is wrong with you?” he asked. “You really care about them that much?"
"Care about who?” he asked, which only got him an angry glare from his captor and a hand firmly gripping his jaw. His eyes widened in horror as he realized what he was planning but he still didn’t say anything, even as he held a pin to his jaw. There was a long drawn out pause before he pushed it in, sharp pain shooting through the side of Davis’ face that he closed his eyes to try and block out. The next one was pushed in only inches away without a pause to let, it seemed he wasn’t interested in asking questions anymore which would have worried Davis more if he wasn’t on his last three tacks.
The last three were also forced into his jaw, leaving him breathing heavily through his nose around the pain, too worried about worsening the damage to open his mouth.
“Still nothing?” he asked, getting no response as usual. Davis didn’t even look up to acknowledge him anymore, his eyes glued to the pins in his arm. At least he’s done, he thought to himself as his captor grabbed his face again and forced him to look up.
“That’s fine,” he hummed as he reached for the pins in Davis’ face, he jolted against his bonds as his captor ripped two of them out at once and held them up for him to see. “We can start over if you’re still having trouble, I’m in no rush.” he promised