Where do I even begin with this?

I see that the kid posted about the attack.

The kid… Whelp… I’m sorry

I woke up in a windowless room without a door. Aside from the chair I was tied to, and a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling, the room was empty. I quickly became aware of the pain pulsing through my arm where Osprey had shot me. A clatter behind me broke the silence as he appeared in the room, bringing a tray of knives, pliers, a hammer and other tools of the trade. He walked around me and set the tray down.

“What did you do with the kid?” I asked

“Nothing yet. She is being kept in good condition, while awaiting her role in the Wolf’s rebirth”  

“She’s going to kill you” I said. “If you bring Wolf back, she’s going to rip you apart”

He laughed, “she won’t be doing anything other than what she’s told. We’ve taken steps to ensure her cooperation.” 

It was my turn to laugh. “Dude, do you know how many dead idiots have said the exact same thing about whatever they thought they could control?”

Grabbing the hammer and a chisel from the tray, he came towards me. “I’m touched by your concern, but you should really save it for yourself and Fell”

His smile turned into a jackass smirk as I glared at him “Yes, she’s still alive, and… mostly intact. You will both serve as further incentive for the Wolf’s obedience.” He placed the chisel on my knee “It didn’t have to be this way, Leon, but you and that blue haired bitch had to be difficult”

“Bullshit!” I laughed “We worked together, remember? I know you well enough to know that this would have happened no matter what we did”

He chuckled “Probably. Oh well.”

He swung the hammer down with a crack and everything seemed to stop.

I was brought back to reality by the sound of my own scream. The pain tore through my leg. My arm was on fire as I instinctively strained against the ropes.

“I may need you alive,” he said, “but that doesn’t mean that we can’t have lots of fun in the meantime!” From that point, it was a blur of pain and pieces as he went through his collection on the tray. I remember him telling me that he had missed that horrified look in my eyes. He said he wished Falcon could see it.

“I can’t believe you outlived him.” He said, starting to frown. “But I guess that’s one of the benefits of being a dickless little shit. You can just hide behind someone else.”

“Says the asshole who sent a gang to chase after a ki-” I was cut off by his fist connecting with my face.

“Shut up!” He snarled “It was necessary for the development of that remnant of the Wolf.”

He paced back and forth.

“Did you ever find out how Falcon died?” He continued before I could answer. “On that last job before you were reassigned, he was shot in the back by a runner. He was paralyzed but alive. Then Father showed up and finished him off. If you had even half a testicle, you would have been there for the action and that runner might not have been able to get the drop on him!”

“Do you really think I’m going to feel sorry for you, dude?” I gave a bloodied grin “Go fuck yourself” 

He responded by wrenching my pinky finger out of its socket before cutting it off.

I must have passed out again at some point, because I remember opening my eyes and realizing that I was alone. I don’t know how long I stayed in that state, but the waiting and the silence became another sort of torture. 

Eventually, I was grabbed and cut free of the chair. Two of Osprey’s guys had teleported into the room. One emptied a bucket of water over me before they took one of my arms each and brought me out; dragging me down a dimly lit hallway and into a large room.