A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Crawling. Grasping. Pushing. Crying. Every single action seemed desirable as his mind tried to take a break from the reality before him. That fall, that had been nothing in comparison. How his right leg had been cut open from scraping across presumably a rock on the way down; that had been nothing either. He had tried to hide behind another rock in the lower part of the cave, but the blood trail from his leg had betrayed him. His leg had seared with pain, especially in the cold climate of the rocky prison.

The sound of the creature landing and the following soft footfalls had caused his heart to beat with immense, thundering fear, and that had given his cover away too. Those steps had stopped right in front of his hiding place before he had been ripped out and tossed. His vision had gone blurry before he had felt himself being dragged.

Oh what he would give to be dragged again. The broken pieces of rock and dust settling into his wound only to have the pieces removed harshly later. That would be wonderful. Anything would be as long as he didn't have to experience the pain he was going through now.

A sob of his came loose as he hung his head forward. Tears long had dried on his face. He didn't know what time it was since the creature had taken his watch and tossed it onto a nearby rock. All Oliver could hear was the ticking of the hands. Each tick and each tock resonated in the cave room they were in; they sounded like chimes counting until the next time the creature struck.

Oliver blinked his eyes as if that would make the crimson go away. Instead, he saw part of his thick blue jacket wrapped around his leg wound, and blood stained it. He felt light-headed, but the creature had tied the makeshift bandage tightly so that less crimson would leave his body from that part. The young teen tried not to look down at his right arm, which was now a poor excuse for a limb.

It was broken at the forearm, and his hand was wrapped with another piece of his jacket. Every finger was missing, and every finger had been plucked off of him like he had been a chicken being removed of its feathers. The creature had referred to them as what humans called fried chicken strips in terms of their shape and crunchiness. Every crunch had been nightmarish. Oliver's optics tiredly shifted to the left side of him where what was left of his stomach contents lay. A vile taste filled his mouth since then.

"A good thing I found that chair and rope in a dumpster in the town. I was right that it might come in handy for me to find my pink flower." Oliver shifted his brown optics upwards, and the dull flicker of the fire that the creature had built at the beginning of his painful capture illuminated a grin on the creature's lips. Shadows danced across the creature's face and framed its countenance in a macabre manner. The creature kicked its legs back and forth since the room had a higher and lower level; the lower could be equated to a pit.

"Also, a good thing that you have that jacket of yours." The creature giggled and grinned more. "Otherwise, you would've bled out by now, and I wouldn't have gotten my information." Oliver hung his head again, not having energy to keep it up. "I still want it you know."

"Not until ..."

What little Oliver could manage out, the creature ended shortly after. "You're still going on about that?" The creature quirked a brow and giggled. "Honestly, you might as well be as stubborn as the last person I tortured." Oliver's mind couldn't even begin to process who that might've been given how drained he was. Even a simple movement of his right leg or arm sent an agonizing jolt through his body, and that jolt only caused him to move more. He sucked back a new one when his right arm twitched a little from lack of movement, and he tightened his left fingers around the arm of the chair to endure it.

"The difference being that I'll get the information I want out of you. Though ..." The creature let out a longer sigh than necessary. "I might have to use some of my stitching thread on you to keep you alive long enough. I didn't want to waste it on you, but I ..." It giggled. "I might've gotten carried away on those cuts on you."

Another giggle echoed throughout the room. "The good news," the creature got to its feet, "you still have your skin there." The creature grinned again. "Didn't want to lose my appetite for later when your friends come."

"Are you ... How are you ..." Oliver asked through his parched throat and scratchy mouth.

"How am I going to kill them?" The creature didn't glance back to Oliver as it crouched by its duffel bag and removed a needle and thread. Standing back up, it grinned to itself. "Good thing that I put these in plastic. Otherwise, the snow and blood would've ruined them." A giggle parted from it. "That'd make it really hard to stitch up my little helper." It shook its head in disappointment. "She's going to need a lot of them." When it faced Oliver again, it leaped down from the higher part of the room to the lower one.

Steadily, it closed the distance between Oliver and it. "But, you didn't ask about her." It sighed. "Really, I enjoy talking more about her than I ever could about your friends and you." The creature placed the needle and thread on Oliver's lap, mocking the fact that Oliver couldn't grab the needle and try to defend himself. It walked around Oliver until it was at the back of him.

Leaning on the back of the old, wooden chair, the creature smirked and patted Oliver on the head with its left hand. Each pat was controlled while its nails glided across his face threateningly. "But, the truth about your friends is that I don't know yet. Depends on what sounds like fun when they get here." Oliver's stomach turned at the thought, but it had nothing left really to give up.

"But, they won't get the same treatment as you obviously." The creature snapped its right index finger and thumb together. "Oh, I know!" It giggled and moved away from Oliver. "I have one of their deaths planned out now." A series of giggles parted from it. "Oh, it's going to be so entertaining." Placing its right index finger over its lips, it grinned to Oliver. "But, I can't tell you."

Spinning on its heel, it directly faced Oliver again. The terrifying grin on its lips and the crimson on its teeth made it all the more menacing in the poorly lit space. "But, I can tell you this." It stepped closer and closer. "We're going to have some fun before I catch up to (f/n)."

Momentarily, Oliver closed his eyes from exhaustion before he reopened them slowly. He practically jumped in his chair when he saw the creature right in front of him. A hoarse scream parted from him due to pain shooting up his right leg and arm. The needle dropped against the ground and caused a light ring to resonate throughout the room. When he finally settled down, the creature already was picking it up along with the thread, which had fallen to the floor too.

"I-I-I ... al-alread ..."

"Yes, I know that you already knew that, but," the creature giggled in sadistic glee, "I just wanted to get a reaction out of you." It winked menacingly to him. "And, I did but for another reason." The creature shrugged. "Still hilarious to watch, though."

Putting the thread through the eye of the needle, the creature readied the tools before he looked over Oliver's ripped up shirt. The creature pushed up his shirt in a not so gentle manner, which caused Oliver to wince harshly. "Oh, calm down. I haven't even started stitching yet." It giggled. "That's when you should start squirming." Oliver sucked in a breath, and his breath grew unsteady when he felt the cold of the metal touch him.

"You're acting like I didn't tear your fingers off one by one." The creature shook its head in amusement before it pushed the skin back up against his chest and began the process. If Oliver still could cry, tears would be streaming from his eyes. Instead, he bit his lower lip for comfort, but it felt like he was sucking on sand from how dry it and his tongue were.

Hitting a sensitive spot on Oliver, the creature nearly jabbed the needle into him due to the young teen reacting violently to the small prick. Another hoarse scream echoed through the room, and the creature quirked a brow. "If you don't want to experience more pain, suck it up. But," the creature smirked and tapped its left index nail against his forehead, "I'm impressed that you haven't passed out yet. Even my pink flower probably would've been out like a light by now."

Continuing about its work, the creature stated further, "And, she's endured so much. I wonder ..." The creature stopped, and the needle met skin in a rougher, more ungraceful manner. Oliver cried out and felt that he might start coughing out dirt. "Do you think she's enjoying herself without me being by her side? Do you think she's having fun with the person she escaped with?" A series of high-pitched, pained giggles left the creature.

"I really really really hope not." The creature finished with one of the cuts on Oliver. It moved onto another one and giggled all the more in the same horrifying way. Each giggle felt like a knife stabbing into his abdomen. "When I had to stitch her up to save her life, I even ripped my nails off for her. That hurt so d*mn much, yet she still runs off with someone else during our game. Our game!"

Almost, the creature stabbed Oliver with the needle, and the breath left his throat in the process from the agony that shot up him. Its giggles became lower and lower in tone. "It's so good that I have you here to help ease my anger." The creature patted Oliver on the head with its left hand. "You have more nightmares to live."