~Julian's POV~

I've always hated basements. Especially when all the torture tools are right in front of you. You see all these weapons littering the ground and hung on the wall.

I was thrown down the last few steps, and I landed on the ground with a thud. I didn't feel the impact. This was nothing compared to what was about to happen.

The youngest brother immediately went over to his favorite set of tools while the eldest walked over straight to me. He knelt down by me and grabbed my mask, forcing me to look at him. "I don't think I have to remind why we do this. Why we abducted you. So lets skip to the chase. You use your powers to help us win the war, and we'll stop. But if not, than you know what comes next."

I have him a blank stare.

"So will you help us?"

After a few seconds I shook my head no and glared at him. The eldest sighed.

"You brought this upon yourself. From day one you could have said yes, and you would have gone home once the war was won, but for some reason you said 'no'."

The youngest brother ran up with a evil grin and handed his brother a whip. I didn't waver my stare at the eldest brother not even after he let me slump the ground, not after he began to whip me till I bled.

The youngest brother couldn't stand the stench of my blood any longer. He told his brother to stop, than sank his fangs deep within my neck. I gasped for breath when he did. I was low enough on blood, now, at the rate he was going, I would be sucked dry of every last drop.

I hope he killed me. To end my torture. I was so close to breaking, I couldn't bear the thought of listening to the commands of these brothers. The eldest laughed and pulled the youngest off me.

"Sorry younger brother. Don't want the poor soul dying on us, now do we?" The eldest looked at the middle brother. "Think he's had enough?"

The middle brother shook his head. He smiled evilly at me. "No. He still thinks he's strong, even lying in a pool of his own blood."

"Than we better fix that." The eldest brother grabbed me forcefully, he stared me dead in the eyes as he smashed my head back into the ground. he repeated the process, successfully giving me the worst headache and most likely concussion ever. I felt more blood seep its way down my neck from the back of my head and the bite wound in my neck.

I'm so close.

Tears filled my eyes but I didn't dare let them as the eldest brother continued to smash my head into the ground, just hard enough to hurt, but easy enough that he didn't kill me, leaving me on the edge of basically dying but not letting me go.

"He's not crying!" The younger brother huffed and crossed his arms like a pouting five year old, even though he looked to be 18 at the youngest.

The eldest sighed. "Well what do you suggest?"

The youngest smiled. "Let me have for five minutes. We are so close to breaking him, he's been the longest lasting captive. All the others does within the first five to ten years. He's going on his fourteenth year." He smiled at the eldest. "I'm gonna break him. Just watch." He stepped up to me.

I closed my eyes. Not wanting to be conscious for the youngest. I may fear the eldest the most, but the youngest is just as brutal as his older sibling. I heard the sound of a lighter and a liquid sloshing around in a container. I dared to open my eyes. And I wish I hadn't. The youngest sibling was going to use fire...

"Can someone help me undress him?" The other two siblings quickly helped undress me, leaving me naked and laying on the cold wet ground.

"Brother. You could kill him." The eldest warned.

"Don't worry. I won't." He poured some gasoline around me, but none of it on me. Than lot the gasoline on fire, so I was surrounded. I had no idea what he was planning, but it couldn't have been good. The brother grabbed a iron rod and made cutting motions through the fire. He almost looked bored. "I need something hotter."

The middle brother started a bigger fire. The younger brother eagerly went over it to stuck the rod in the flames till it was hot and steamy, than he quickly came back to me and pressed the rod to my chest. It burned me. My skin sizzled and I gasped into the mask.

The youngest brother repeated the same sizzling process for what I felt like was hours. My skin burned and was a deep red color. The cuts from my whipping earlier, had long stopped bleeding, and had sealed up with my burning flesh.

"I think he's had enough." The eldest sighed. "He's still not crying. Plus he looks on the verge of passing out." He gestured to my broken body, that had been bruised and cut, burned over, and cut all over again.

"Fine. I was getting bored anyway." He threw the rod aside. The room was still bright with flames. I really felt like I was in hell.

"Maybe we could have fun later though." The eldest smiled. "If you know what I mean." He looked at the middle brother. Than the youngest. "I think you two agree. Three against one. Sorry kid." The eldest looked at me. "Now lets get him upstairs."

The middle brother was over to me first, he grabbed one arm and the youngest grabbed the other. They dragged me up the stairs and to my room.

The eldest strapped me to the bed, making sure it was as tight as it would go before they all walked out. Leaving me alone.

~the next morning~

I couldn't feel my legs. Well, actually, while I'm at it, I can't feel any of my body. At least my stomachs full. They fed me and clothed me right before bed. And now. I just feel dead.

Why can't I be dead? I feel my tears sting my eyes. I feel them trail down my face. I start to cry quietly. I don't want to be here anymore.

The door opened and I immediately stopped crying and froze. I look up at the door, and to my relief, it's Dominik. He walked up to me with a frown. "Julian...?" He sat next to me on the bed and reached for the mask. But when he saw I was crying he seemed to freeze. "Julian...? What's wrong? What happened?" He took off the gas mask as quickly as possible. 

I opened my mouth to speak, but I just couldn't do it. The words weren't there. Fresh tears made their way down my face.

"Oh Julian..." He wiped my tears. He put the mask on the nightstand and just watched me. "Julian. It's okay. You can tell me anything." He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead, trying everything he could to make me stop crying.

"B-r-o-k-e-n... S-o b-r-o-k-e-n..." I breathed out. I closed my eyes. Willing myself to stop breathing.

"Julian?" Dominik sounded panicked. "Stay with me. Don't die on me yet. Your not meant to die today."

I opened my eyes. "Pl-ea-se." I begged.

"No Julian." he kept stroking my head. "You will not break. I am going to get you out of here." He looked at me with eyes that told me he was telling the truth.

"Ho-w?"

"Tomorrow I'm coming here again. I can't stand suffering, and when I see someone who needs me, and I can help that person, I do. And I promise. You will get out of here tomorrow."

I smiled slightly. I want to believe him. "Pr-omi-se..." I used what little energy I had on crying and talking, I felt drained now.

"Promise." Dominik put my mask back on before getting up and leaving.

Maybe death wasn't the solution...

Dominik was.