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Wheatley sat completely still, tied to a chair and unable to move. GLaDOS had chained his arms behind him and his legs were chained to the front legs of the chair. Wheatley’s head lulled slightly, he had been tied up for hours, days even. The restraints around his wrists were especially tight, and they made Wheatley’s arms ache from lack of circulation. The room he was held in was not his normal cell, or her chamber, (the two places he was tortured most, and the only places he ever usually was.)
This room was set aside for this exact purpose: dumping Wheatley in a room while GLaDOS went and did something important.
Wheatley wasn’t sure why she didn’t just lock him up in his normal cell. It was more secure, as far as Wheatley knew, and it was designed specifically to house him while she wasn’t torturing him. This room, however, was a room the same size, (if not smaller.) the same distance from her chamber, and with the exact same purpose as Wheatley’s normal cell. He preferred that room to this one only slightly, but preferred the other none the less as those restraints were a bit more comfortable. Not that it was a very high bar. The restraints in the Chair Room (the one he was in now) were unbearably tight, and Wheatley wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.
Finally, Wheatley heard footsteps.
His head jerked up and he stared expectantly at the darkness surrounding him. GLaDOS slowly came into view, holding a large knife in one hand. Wheatley gulped.
“Hello moron. It’s been awhile hasn’t it?” GLaDOS cooed.
Wheatley stayed silent. He could barley speak, since the metal collar that she had clamped around his neck was so tight. GLaDOS liked choking him, probably because Wheatley hated the sensation.
“Not going to have a conversation with me today? That’s a shame.” GLaDOS said from behind him as she circled the chair, the knife gleaming wickedly when it caught the light.
Wheatley tried very hard to avoid eye contact with GLaDOS at all times. Especially went she had some sort of weapon or torture device. But now, Wheatley was so desperate to get out of the chains that he didn’t try to avoid her gaze. He squirmed away from her as much as he could as she got closer to him though. Despite how badly he wanted to be untied, she was still holding that knife.
GLaDOS laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything with this yet.” She said, setting the knife on the table that stood a few feet away from the chair where Wheatley was chained.
Avoiding eye contact this time, Wheatley asked in a raw and weak voice, “A-are you going to unchain me now?”
GLaDOS cackled, “Unchain you? Why would I do that?”
Wheatley’s heart sank. “P-please love? You’ve had me tied up for ages, you’ve got to let me out now!” He pleaded.
GLaDOS smirked, reaching for the knife.
“No! Nononononoonononno wait, wait! O-on second thought, forget I said anything! Just forget the entire thing. D-don’t hurt me. Please.” Wheatley begged as she ran the tip of the blade along his arm. She leaned close to him, whispering in his ear, “What? Are you scared I’m going to hurt you?” She laughed a short, breathy laugh. “Because you’re right.”
With that, GLaDOS thrust the knife into Wheatley’s shoulder, stabbing him and laughing as he screamed. “Painful?” She asked tauntingly. Wheatley’s only reply was another scream as GLaDOS stabbed him again, this time in his forearm. He panted as GLaDOS laughed at him. “Let’s try something else, shall we?”
Wheatley’s restraints released with a soft “click” and GLaDOS grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulled him off the chair, and slammed him onto the floor. Wheatley groaned as his world stopped spinning. GLaDOS had him pinned beneath her, gripping his arms and digging her nails painfully deep into Wheatley’s stab wounds. He gasped in pain, trying half heartedly to wriggle free. Wheatley didn’t have much strength left after being tied up for long, but he managed to get his uninjured arm free and shove GLaDOS far enough away from him to free himself. She fell back, obviously surprised, and Wheatley took the opportunity to run. Or at least try to. He managed to get to his feet and attempted to run, but his legs gave out beneath him and he toppled to the ground, with GLaDOS soon having him pinned down again.
“Did you honestly think that that would work?” GLaDOS barley managed through her incessant laughter.
“M-maybe a little.” Wheatley answered, his teeth gritted in pain and frustration.
GLaDOS laughed again, before once again smashing his head against the floor. While Wheatley was distracted by the pain, GLaDOS grabbed her knife and stabbed him in the stomach. Wheatley screamed, clutching his stomach while GLaDOS stabbed him again in his other shoulder. Wheatley, overtaken by pain, began to whimper incoherent half-yells.
Desperate to be left alone, he kicked GLaDOS’s legs and tried to pry himself free. Unfortunately, Wheatley was even weaker than he had been before, and GLaDOS easily pinned his arms to his sides. “You moron.” GLaDOS smirked. “I am NOT A MORON!” Adrenaline shot through Wheatley as he shoved GLaDOS off of him and she fell to the ground, hitting her head hard against the cold floor. Wheatley, now free, turned and sprinted toward the door of the room, running into GLaDOS’s chamber.
The lights almost blinded him, and Wheatley realized just how dark the room he had been chained up in was. His eyes adjusting to the light, Wheatley ran for the door out of her chamber. He was about half way through the room when he was tackled from behind and pinned down again. Wheatley felt something sharp press against his neck just below his hairline. It didn’t feel like a knife, so what could it…”Moron.” GLaDOS said right before a very strong electric shock ran through his body.
Wheatley screamed, panting when it finally stopped. He was rolled rather forcefully onto his back, and looked up to see GLaDOS looming above him, holding some sort of device with two metal prongs and electricity buzzing between them. She pressed the device against the metal collar clamped around Wheatley’s neck, effectively and painfully electrifying it. Wheatley was consumed by unimaginable pain as GLaDOS turned up the voltage even more. Wheatley shrieked in pain. He fell limp when she finally stopped shocking him, raising his hands in surrender and, with a pleading look in his eyes, silently begged her to stop torturing him and let him catch his breath.
GLaDOS chortled, once again grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and smashing his head against the floor. She did this again and again, a pool of blood growing steadily larger, until he begged her to stop and she finally agreed.
GLaDOS released him, and Wheatley lay there for a second, completely limp with his eyes screwed shut, until GLaDOS yanked him to his feet and dragged him behind her. Wheatley tried to get to his feet and actually walk, but he kept tripping and eventually just let her drag him over to the wall. That was a mistake. GLaDOS immediately began smashing his head against the wall, god she loved doing that today. It was preferable to the stabbing though.
Speak of the devil. GLaDOS somehow produced the knife she had been using earlier.
She drew the knife back and Wheatley covered his head with his arms as GLaDOS buried the knife in Wheatley’s side. He shrieked as blood poured from the wound, and GLaDOS continued stabbing him, tearing open his skin and sinking the blade deeper and deeper into his limbs with every impale. GLaDOS was now covered in as much blood as Wheatley, as she had been holding him down and digging her nails into his wounds. Wheatley lay, covered in blood, and completely limp on the floor of GLaDOS’s chamber.
He couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, and was completely helpless as GLaDOS continued to stab him. Wheatley opened and closed his mouth to beg her to stop, but no words came out. She eventually stoped, kneeling down close to him and running her fingers through his hair. It felt nice, Wheatley had to admit, as any sensation that wasn’t pain was heaven at this point.
“You idiot.” GLaDOS chuckled lightly, a strangly light tone for someone covered in blood with a knife at her side. Wheatley lay with his eyes closed and his head in her lap. Everything hurt, and he wanted to sleep. Wanted to be left alone. Wanted to just not be tortured for a bit. That sounded nice.
GLaDOS felt slightly guilty for how gruesome she had been today. She didn’t usually go this far with the knife, Wheatley was covered in blood and stab wounds that were probably causing him far more pain than previous torture sessions combined. She decided she might as well let him sleep for a bit, she could always torture him later.
So she grabbed Wheatley by the arm and dragged him back to the Chair Room where she chained him up again. Wheatley protested, begging her not to chain him up, but GLaDOS glared at him, producing the knife and nicking him on his neck. Wheatley stayed quiet after that. She finished chaining him up, leaving the restraints slightly looser so they were more comfortable, and left.
Once again leaving Wheatley, completely still and unable to move, in darkness for the foreseeable future.
(JK, she’ll torture him tomorrow. ;) Poor Wheatley.)