Dark History - Tzeitel - the Third Day - NSFW

About one year before Tzeitel's escape from MegaCorp (Six years ago)

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Her captor had slept easily, like a man with no conscience, snoring away all night.

Tzeitel never really slept. She did not think anyone could go through what she had gone through and ever sleep again. She just slipped in and out of consciousness during the breaks between Canestone actively torturing her. Escape was impossible, he still had her tied down, spread eagle. The binds were too tight to pull free of, she had tried so hard to pull her arms and ankles free the tight ropes had drawn blood. Tzeitel had never been more defenseless or vulnerable. She could not even draw on her powers. She had heard of other metas overusing their powers and being rendered powerless for a time, but it had never happened to her before. She did not know how long it would take for her powers to come back, or if she would live long enough for them to come back. Every moment she expected the collar to kill her, or for Canestone to kill her. He had already done things to her she did not think she could survive. People did not do these kinds of things to another person then let them walk away alive. She hurt all over. He had given her a few sips of lukewarm water, usually shortly after raping her, barely enough to keep her alive. No food though Tzeitel was not hungry and did not want to eat. It had been three days, she knew she would not live long without water. She had vomited the day before yesterday and had been sweating bullets. Her head was foggy.

Then she felt it. That source of power trickling back to her. It was weak, she had to save it until it was stronger. Wait and hope for a better opportunity. Would MegaCorp find her? They always said that the collars had a tracking chip in them, but if that was true would it take three days for them to find her?

Canestone woke up, he stretched, yawned and farted as he got up and walked over to her. Tzeitel held off using her power as Canestone turned his skin to the texture of sandpaper and ran his rough hands over the cuts and burns he had already put on her. She could feel her powers growing stronger but her body was so weak she could not even cry out.

Canestone was at the water cask filling a pan with precious, precious water when Tzeitel felt a second thing that was not pain- her collar vibrated. It happened so briefly she almost thought she had imagined it. She jerked her head up. Canestone taunted her by letting water overflow from the pan and run on the floor out of her reach- and Tzeitel wanted that filthy floor water so badly she strained against her ropes even though it was useless. Her collar vibrates when it is being synced to a new controller. A handler from MegaCorp must be in range. They were coming for her.

Canestone moved to the stove and lit it, and in a panic Tzeitel forgot all about the organization. Canestone liked to heat knives over the camp stove until they were blistering hot. She did not relax when Canestone set the pan of water over the flame because he then picked up pliers- what remained of her nails throbbed, then he picked up a wire coat hanger- oh god, what is he going to do with that? It did not take Tzeitel long to guess what Canestone had planned for the wire hanger, he was shaping the wire into his initials. She was to be branded.

He made coffee and set the wire branding iron over the flame to heat. Tzeitel could not drag her eyes away from the wire as it grew red hot. She wanted to use her powers, but what could she do? He knew what her powers could do, he had forced her to explain everything about them the first day he held her captive, her strengths, her weaknesses. If she blasted him with calming pheromones he would know she was doing it and still do everything he was going to do anyways. He was already perfectly calm, he was not even angry. He was just enjoying himself.

Guilt.Tzeitel thought. If I make him feel guilty he will stop hurting me. He will stop heating that wire. Maybe he will even let me go.

Tzeietel put on the guilt. Canestone did not act the way Tzeitel expected him to act, he did not act like a normal person would when feeling guilty. He walked over to her and began kicking her in the side.

Bored, I have to make him bored of me. Tzeitel thought frantically. And a light touch, light touch. If I push too hard he will know and it won’t work. Either this will make him stop hurting me or… he’ll end it and he won't be able to hurt me anymore.

Canestone stopped kicking her. He thickened his skin and picked up the wire.

<How boring this all is.> Tzeitel sent out her boredom pheromones as gently as she could and still send them out from herself. <Boring, boring. I wish I had something else to do.>

It is not working.

“Don’t, please.” Tzeitel’s throat was so hoarse from days of screaming she could barely get the words out.

Canestone chuckled. He knelt on her chest and elbow, his weight digging into previous wounds. It took all of Tzeitel’s self control to not blast her pheromones. He grabbed her shoulder and twisted it so her bicep was facing up, white hot pain when he pressed the wire into her arm. Screams tore out of Tzeitel’s raw throat but she kept her pheromones at a gentle stream. Tzeitel’s eyes were blurry, but she could see the GCS brand left on her bicep when he finally removed the wire.

“Like a prize cattle.”

Tzeitel wanted to cry but was too dehydrated for more than one tear. Canestone had burned her before, but all those burns had been from hot knife blades. Not letters. The other burns might fade and be unremarkable someday but this brand would always be there.

“See? That’s more permanent than a tattoo. You belong to me forever now.” Canestone said.

Tzeitel could not scream anymore. She shook. The shaking only made her hurt worse but she could not help it.

Then Canestone put the warm pan to her lips, and before Tzeitel could think she was drinking the lukewarm, stale water.

Someone stronger would refuse this water. Tzeitel thought, disgusted with herself. Spit it back at him. Tzeitel swallowed the water, drank every bit of water she could get and wished Canestone would give her more.

<But I’m weak. Defenseless. Nonthreatening. Boring.> Tzeitel sent in a gentle stream. It seemed to be taking effect on Canestone. He had stopped staring at her like a piece of raw meat and was admiring the grisly trophies on the wall.

<Calm. Everything is boring and calm.>

Tzeitel wished her powers worked on herself. She wished she could feel as calm as her target looked. His shoulders were relaxed, thumbs thrust into his belt loops, admiring his old handiworks. Tzeitel could hear sounds outside the lair. She hoped it was her team, not scavengers drawn by the smell of her blood. She heard a voice.

“… in there… wait…. he must come outside…”

<It’s too dull in here. Stuffy. The air is getting thick and heavy. Some fresh air would be nice.> Tzeitel sent.

Canestone turned from his wall of trophies and went to the door. He opened it.

Tzeitel was blinded by the sunlight, she felt a breeze flow in the door and over herself. Then the familiar sound of tranquilizer guns- Several tranq guns going off at once. Canestone hit the ground like a ton of bricks.