Comeuppance

 I wrote this a while back for a story prompt. The photo prompt was of a box with bars. This is what I came up with....

Comeuppance

 

“What the he…”

“You’re awake. I thought I hit you too hard.”

“You little bi…”

“Now, now, language, Matthew.”

“Matt?”

“Charles? Is that you?”

“Help me, Matt. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Charles!” No matter how close he got to the bars, Matthew couldn’t see Charles.

“I think he passed out.”

“What did you do to him?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

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“How long have I been here?”

“A week.”

“Is Charles…?”

“He’s still alive.”

Matthew heard the hiss of cables sliding across the floor. “Stop! He can’t take anymore!”

Once the screaming stopped, the crying started. “Just leave him alone,” Matthew pleaded.

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“How long have I been here?”

“Ten days.”

“And Charles?”

“Two weeks.”

“Please let us go,” he begged. “We’re sorry.”

“Not sorry enough,” she said. “But you will be.”

The cables hissed, the screams came, but the only tears were Matthew’s.

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“Please take him away. The smell is awful.”

“Much like garbage.”

Matthew winced. She knew he was thinking about that night. When she turned around with the cables he begged her to stop. He winced again when she said, “Just close your eyes, it’ll be over in a few minutes.”