#OcStevenSmith

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Promised Hell: Part 2

CW: dehumanization, manhandling, tortured for information, shock collar, humiliation

Also marks off my bthb:shock collar

The click of the door lock jolted Steve back awake. The first thing that came to his mind was the burning pain in his left hand. It seemed absurd now how easily he had been able to sleep despite it.

"Good evening. I hope you slept well."

Steve craned his neck back to glare at his captor. His eyes followed them as they took their place in front of him.

"Are you hungry?"

He only hardened his glare. Of course he was hungry. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten something good.

"I want a clear answer. Don't make this difficult for yourself--"

"What happens if I say yes?"

"You'll be given two options. You can either co-operate and receive normal food. Or, you can be fed by putting a feeding tube down your throat. Choose wisely and quickly." They took their suitcase out from below the table and placed it between them.

"And if I say no?"

"The feeding tube will be used." They shrugged nonchalantly. "They don't want you to die yet."

"They?" It could be useful to figure out who they were working for. Maybe he could bribe them or something?

"That's classified information. Now, don't try to buy time."

Steve chewed on the inside of his cheek. "What are you going to ask me today?"

"Your role in the attempted assassination. And your motive." They opened the suitcase, facing it away from him like last time.

Steve bared his teeth. "Forget it. I'm not telling you shit about that."

Eli took something out of the suitcase before closing it, secretly slipping it into their pocket. "This is your last chance for cooperation."

"Fuck you."

"I have made the necessary arrangements in another room. Come without offering any resistance or suffer the consequences." They stepped closer, producing a key from their pocket to unlock the cuffs.

Steve gently shook his hands and slowly stood up, intentionally luring them into a false sense of security. He flexed his right hand behind his back. "You won't be restraining me?"

"Not yet. Walk slowly and obediently behind me."

Steve nodded, another series of pain shooting up from his left hand feuling his anger. This could be his one and only chance. There was no way he was going to blow it.

Eli produced another key from their pocket to unlock the door.

The moment Steve heard the click of the lock, he lunged forward at his captor, pulling his right arm back for a punch.

A short sigh and Eli simply sidestepped his attack.

Steve growled, adrenaline in his veins making him lose all ability to think. He just wanted to punch their emotionless face bloody. Lunging forward once more, he aimed for their nose. He had excelled in his military training. He could do this--

Sidestepping his attack again, Eli grabbed the back of his head and shoved it towards the ground. Hard.

Instantly losing his balance, Steve landed on the ground with a hiss.

"Behave." Eli slammed their shoe in his back, painfully twisting it in his spine.

Steve growled in frustration, fruitlessly trying to get his arms out from below himself. The bastard was way stronger than they looked. Something leather slipped around his neck and his breath hitched. "What the... fuck are you doing?"

"Putting a collar around your neck to improve your behavior."

"This can't fucking be legal." He choked out, the collar now tight around his neck.

"I told you yesterday. I own you. I can do whatever I want with you. Whatever it takes to make you talk."

Steve's breath turned shallow. "No."

"I'll take it off if you tell me exactly what your role and motive--"

"No. I'm not telling you shit!" The pitch of his voice came out higher than intended.

"Get up then. Or should I force you to?" The nonchalance in their voice was starting to piss him off more and more.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He fought against their grip.

"I'm only doing my job." They locked the collar from behind, tightening it just enough to make sure he would have to fight with it for every breath.

"Don't fucking lie to me, you sadistic bastard. You enjoy this, don't you!"

Eli paused for a moment. "I don't."

"If you feel so fucking sorry about it, then why won't you fucking let me go!" His throat felt hoarse, the collar straining his each breath.

"I don't feel sorry about it."

"Then, what the fuck do you feel?!" His throat was dry now.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Steve turned his neck to glare at him, disbelief evident in his eyes.

"Get up. I won't ask again." Eli stepped off of him, standing up.

"No. Not until you give me a proper answer."

"A master owes his slave nothing. I have no obligation to answer." They reached into their pocket.

His voice was a low growl. "You're not my fucking master--" A scream ripped through his throat as electricity pulsed through his veins.

As abruptly as it came, it stopped, leaving Steve panting on the floor. "What the fuck?"

"By using this remote, I can make that collar shock you. I used only the third setting and you screamed, proving to be effective." Eli talked as if they were describing the weather. "Now, get up. Or I shock you again."

"Rot in hell-- fu- uck." Steve trembled.

"Only the first setting this time. Still, it hurt, didn't it? Get up or the next shock will be on the second setting."

Steve cringed. Resisting was pointless. Even if he managed to not comply, the bastard could just drag him there--

He pressed his mouth to the ground before another sound could escape him. His muscles twitched and the pain in his hand worsened. By the time it stopped, he was covered in a layer of cold sweat.

"That was the second setting. You took it better than the first one. Still, it's only going to get worse. I suggest you--"

"Fuck! I'm getting up!" Steve snarled, getting onto his hands and knees, careful not to put too much pressure on his left.

"Stand up within five seconds or I'll make you crawl."

"One." Steve pushed himself up to his elbows.

"Two." He got his arms off the floor.

"Three." He balanced himself up on his feet.

"Four." He managed to stand up, the tiniest smirk on his lips as he looked them in the eyes. The bastard must've thought he wouldn't be able to do it--

A small sigh and Eli activated the collar again, making Steve fall back to the ground, cursing and groaning.

"What the fuck was that for, you--"

"Five. Time's up."

Steve stared up at his captor in disbelief, suddenly going quiet. "What the fuck?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Setting three. For looking your master in the eyes without permission." They crouched down to pat his hair. "Now, crawl."

"No."

"You're lucky you're not naked with a leash attached to your collar. Yet. I can certainly make that happen whenever I want to."

Steve lost his courage, eyes falling to the ground. "I can't."

"You know you can. It's just that you don't want to." They grabbed his hair and tugged. "I'll be nice and give you an extremely good option though. Tell me how many people you were conspiring with. That's all and I'll let you walk."

Steve blinked. No way in hell was he letting his dignity take that heavy of a blow. It was... just a tiny piece of information, wasn't it? It couldn't possibly hurt to--

"Answer before I change my mind."

Taking a deep breath, he made his decision. "Fuck you--" A scream ripped through his throat again as electricity was sent down his body once more.

"Setting three." Their voice sounded distant. "For non-cooperation and the use of profanities."

He felt the grip on his hair tighten as his chest was lifted off the ground. Soon he was being dragged across through the rough floor, still screaming.

He couldn't tell how long it took for them to drag him to the other room and throw them onto a chair, but it was certainly too much. His eyes were damp by the time the electricity finally stopped.

"Sit up on the chair before I shock you again."

Every muscle in his body screamed for mercy, violently trembling, but he knew better than to disobey. With much effort, he straightened himself, trying his best to make it as quick as possible.

As Eli tightly strapped him to the metal chair, Steve closed his eyes, letting himself go limp.

"Are you tired? But we haven't even started yet?"

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Promised Hell: Part 1

CW: Indifferent whumper, cigarette burns, burns, tortured for information (lmk if I missed anything)

Also marks off my bthb:tortured for information

The person in front of Steve was pale white, the whitest he had ever seen.

"Good afternoon." Their voice lacked any emotion. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Steven Smith."

Steve frowned. He was sitting on a chair in a dim gray room, his wrists cuffed to the table. The one standing in front of him was likely his interrogator and if it was going to be someone as indifferent as them...

"Your records show-" they placed a file on the table, sitting down, "-that you faithfully served Brixton for four years. So, why did you choose to betray your country?"

Silence.

"There is evidence suggesting that you didn't commit your crimes alone. Who else was there with you?"

Silence.

"Let's start with an easy question then. How long have you been planning your betrayal? Since you joined the army? Before that? Or was it a recent development?"

Silence. He fixed his eyes on the table. They would have to do a lot more than that to get even a drop of information out of him.

"My name is Eli." They took a pack of cigarettes out their breast pocket. "However, I want you to address me using 'sir'." They rolled a cigarette between their fingers. "After all, I am your superior." Using a lighter from their pocket, they lit the cigarette up. "Not to mention, every part of you currently belongs to me--"

Steve growled. "Why you son of a--"

"So you can talk. I suggest you refrain from using any profanities before I have to remind you about your position here once more."

"I know full well about my position here and frankly I don't give a fuck." Steve snarled, struggling with the binds. If only he could break free...

"I warned you." They shoved the tip of the cigarette between his knuckles, keeping it there for a few seconds.

Steve only bared his teeth and spat in their direction. "That's not gonna do shit."

Eli sighed, narrowly avoiding the flying spit. "Breaking down the defiant ones is always such a pain." Their voice remained even, almost robotic. "Oh well, I suppose I should expect nothing more from your sort."

"My sort?"

"Traitors and such." They shrugged, the action looking strange on them.

Steve bit back the retort and only stared at his captor. Why the fuck did they seem so robotic? Were they even human? He looked into his eyes and saw no sign of emotion. Just. Emptiness.

Eli took out a business suitcase from underneath their chair, putting it on the table. "Let's see what can be done to you." They opened the suitcase, facing it away from him so as to hide the contents. "There is a variety of things that can be done just to your hands. I can pour acid on them. I can carve something onto them. I can rip out your fingernails, or perhaps the fingers themselves. Tattooing, branding, or simply beating... The list goes on."

Steve tried his best to hide his growing anxiety. He could take it. He could take it. He had been through worse. Much. Much. Worse.

Eli put the cigarette to their lips and inhaled, seemingly deep in thought. Moments later, they puffed out the smoke, only making the suffocation worse.

Steve stifled a cough.

Another drag of the cigarette later, Eli spoke again. "Burns. You act like you can easily resist them. It should be insulting for you to be pushed to the edge with the same."

Eli took out a feet-long thin metal rod and placed their lighter on the table. "My lighter is custom made." With the press of a button on its side, a blue flame leapt up high.

Steve swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched them heat the rod, holding it by its rubber handle. The burning metal was going to be on his skin soon. The thought alone made him sick.

Satisfied with the temperature of the now-red iron, Eli switched off the flames.

"How long have you been planning your betrayal for?" No hesitation was to be seen in their eyes. "Answer truthfully."

His heart raced. There was still no way in hell he was going to--

Steve hissed as they pushed the rod between his knuckles, in the same spot as the previous burn.

But oh God. It was much much more painful. He tried not to focus on the pain but it was fruitless. The sizzling of his own skin and blood burning filled his ears, reminding him of a steak on the stove.

"How long have you been planning your betrayal for? Tell me and you'll get a break." Their voice pounded in his head.

He could smell burning flesh now. Sweat trickled down his back. It couldn't hurt to answer such a simple question, could it? He could just do it and be done with the fucking pain...

No no no no no. He wasn't going to fall for that--

Eli dragged it across his skin to the back of his hand, careful not to penetrate too deep. His left hand would certainly be out for commission but 'temporarily' should be the key word. For now at least.

Steve tightened his jaw. He wouldn't scream. He wouldn't. He couldn't--

Eli tilted the rod to the side and slowly rolled it on the back of his hand. Rolled it. They fucking rolled it. His insides squirmed and he let out a whimper, head hanging forward. The rod was pushed in a centimeter deeper in and--

"Halloween. Last year." The words were out of him before he could reconsider. Instant guilt washed over him, but at least the pain was no longer increasing.

Eli put away the rod in a special pocket of their suitcase. "That was the truth. As I said earlier, you'll now get a break."

Steve huffed, his head growing lighter. Fuck. He wanted to put his head on the table and pass out then and there.

"My subordinate will be here in a while to patch you up." They put the suitcase back under the table. "I'll be back soon." They stood up, taking his file with them. "Until then, goodbye."

The door locked behind him and his head fell to the table. He screwed his eyes shut, his head pounding. His hand hurt. So goddamn much. He wasn't even ready to look at it yet.

And it was only his first day here.

He wanted sleep...