A/N contains torture, don't know how bad, I've never written torture before.

The man pulled out a knife and slashed across my chest, not deep enough for stitches but enough for it to get infected, it didn't hurt too much but the fact that I could feel blood trickling out made me scared to look. He left many more cuts like that, I started to numb from pain and blood loss. The man told me not to scream or my angel would get hurt, I of course listened to him, I couldn't let Angel be harmed. He pulled my short up a bit and stabbed the knife into my thigh, up to the hilt, and grabbed a pistol from his bag. He shot me in the side and pulled the knife out of my leg. He slashed the underside of my arms and took something out of the bag I didn't recognize, he pressed a button and the end started glowing orange/red like an oven. "This is a brand, while it's warming up you get to choose what you want to happen; the brand being the end of your torture, or you can take more in the place of your girlfriend. You have about a minute, so hurry up or the first choice is the default."

"I'll take her torture."

The man laughed, "Then I get to have more fun with you." And with that he took the brand and harshly pressed it to the upper right portion of my chest. It hurt worse than anything I had ever experienced; it felt as if a stove-top was against my skin while boiling water was being poured into my veins. I could feel the heat throughout my body, the pain crashing in waves, I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain. Then I felt the man pull it off my chest; I gasped air into my lungs, breathing heavily. He undid the straps holding me down and brought me over to a hook hanging from the ceiling, I was afraid he would stab it through me and raise it but he did something just as bad. He put a pair of handcuffs on my wrists and put the handcuffs on the hook by a larger link in the cuffs and raised the hook. I felt an extreme pain in my arms as I realized why he cut under my arms; once I was a foot off the ground he cut just above my ribs at the bottom of my armpit which made the pain worse considering my skin was being slowly separated. He started to beat me, punching me in the gut, chest, and pretty much everywhere. The man went to his bag of tortured souls and pulled out a whip. He didn't focus on any spot in particular; instead he walked in circles around my body, which had gone limp from pain and exhaustion, whipping me. He then took a metal bat or pipe, I couldn't see clearly at that point, and slammed it into my chest with an audible "CRACK!" I felt the air leave my lungs and felt like my chest had collapsed, I thought my ribs were shattered.

He left me there, not even letting me down enough to touch the ground. I eventually fall asleep, waking on a bed with Angel treating my wounds while crying. "Why are you crying? Did they hurt you?" I ask.

"No! They almost killed you! I thought you were going to die! I appreciate you caring for me, BUT YOU MATTER TOO!" she yells before breaking down into tears.

"I'm sorry Angel." I say. She starts treating my wounds again. When she's done I sit up and look at her, I'm about to say something when she hands me a drink and tells me to drink it. A few seconds pass before I feel pain everywhere, especially where my wounds are. The pain passes in a minute, "What was that?" I ask.

"Water...with medical microbots to help heal wounds faster. Look, it's already working." She says and gestures to my chest. I look down and see she's right, my wounds are closing up. I wait a few minutes and try to stand; I'm able to stand but can't walk. We wait a few hours before trying again, I don't feel any pain this time and the only thing left is the brand and a couple scars from the deeper wounds. The woman walks in and says one thing, "It's time for your first mission."