Adversity makes the...

Alex PVs

After the first session of beatings, my despair only increases, the worst thing is that he doesn't ask any more questions, I just get hit, on the face, abdomen, rib, lung and spleen, believe me, I prefer the face, and the place that hurts the least , being spanked for many minutes non-stop is not for everyone, not even a kid, glad I'm an adult in mind, I'm in luck because I've seen them do worse on the show.

Two hours, with few breaks, it was time for the first session, I blacked out in the first thirty minutes, I woke up with a bucket of ice with salt on my face, this is sick, the wounds hurt and it burns like hell, the worst thing is that I don't know whether what hurts the most is passing out and being thrown on ice with salt or continuing to be beaten and struggling to stay conscious.

After two hours, Ray asked me.

(Alright, you've already been accommodated, now you can tell me the truth without hiding anything, if I notice you don't speak the truth, let's get back to your VIP treatment, understand?)

I look at him with a single eye and shake my head weakly and say. (Answer you're looking for, I'm not a criminal!! And from my father you're asking! I have no reason to lie, since you want to know what happened, ask the police, they did the crime scene expertise, and everything I went through was heard and recorded by the central! I have no reason to lie!)

Ray Brooks looks at me specifically in my eyes for several minutes and says. (raise it to level two, I'm not feeling his sincerity!)

After that line, the men took brass knuckles, and started the second session, for two hours they beat in the same places, and the pain reached a new level, in the first hour, I passed out after five minutes and continued to pass out in the second. Woke up, so they used knives to cut my muscles and tendons and other painful parts and brought me out of the coma.

That's how I spent the twenty-fourth of December, the twenty-fifth, I didn't feel anything in my stomach or ribs anymore, the pain was only in my face, my only consolation was knowing that at least Raymond Reddington was worse than me, the twentieth sixth was the same, twenty-seven to the thirty-first power.

Day thirty-one was the day Ray Brooks asked something different, he asked about the week before the shooting, I finally got it, they switched priorities! They want to know about Katerina Rostova, and I know how I'm going to survive this, but it looks like I'm going to have to say I have information I shouldn't have, but it's the only way, the moment I saw this plastic on the floor, I knew that I wasn't going to leave this factory, now I saw an opportunity! And that, I just need to choose my words carefully.

(Speak boy, did something happen the week your father was killed, something different, or did someone come to him that made him react differently?)

I, pretending not to hear, was kind of groggy pretending not to understand until he repeated it while punching me in the face ( Graar.. I.. Urf.. Urf.. No... Urf.. No... I. Remember . ..)

Punch, after punch I pretended I remembered something, and said. .. Some water please...)

{A/N: I can't make the sound of people taking a deep breath haha​​​sorry, ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ }

After the water I spoke.( A warehouse in New York, that's why I came to New York, the key is with me.)

Ray Brooks looked into my eyes and said. (Where's your key? Alright boy, I don't know where your car is, but I know where you live, I can have my men go over there and dig through everything to get me that key and the location of your car. And now what did you say that? what i wanted to know, you can go meet your dad now.)

I look up at him, without an ounce of fear, I let out a toothless smile and say. But good luck finding the deposit, I don't think that hot redhead would actually pay the rent on a very long stay for that deposit. You good Samaritans, I will look down on you from heaven and pray for your success!)

After I said that, Ray looked at me with a look that promised pain, but what I didn't experience this week was nothing! After a few hours of beating, time was running out and he finally asked the question I wanted to hear.

(Very well kid, what do you want for the information?)

(I want to live, I want to get out of this mess, I have nothing to do with your problems, I give you what you want and you leave me alone, that's all!) I of course knew they'd try to trick me, just know who's tricking whom first.

(Business as a kid, looks like you're no fool, you know we were going to kill you, what else do you know?) Ray gives me a wolf smile and gives me a hawk look.

(I don't know, I thought you guys were rapists, or organ thieves, hence the plastic on the floor, who knew you guys were worse?) I say looking at him strangely.

Ray looks at me and says. (Okay, okay, I agree. Let him go! Let's get this over with!)

When I was released I fell to the floor and couldn't use my hands so I sat there looking at Ray Brooks like he was an idiot and said (how do you want me to go somewhere with a swollen face and one eye closed and the another open, full of cuts all over my body and wrists purple and black? I need a full meal, some makeup to cover the bruises, and some alone time with an ice pack until my eye opens. Meal, I would recommend the soup as there is nothing in my stomach and no meat!)

Ray gives me a nasty look and says: (you heard the kid, bring your meal, ice and a makeup artist! Quick!)

After a while, I get the food, ice and makeup, but even when it's time to change my clothes after a shower, they're looking at me, after a full meal and a good rest, I was ready to go.

After not seeing the sun for a few days, I really like the feel of it hitting my skin, now I understand superman. We got in the car and went to a warehouse at the entrance of the city, the same one where I kept the car, I took them in a separate block from mine, but not far, and I said that that was the block, so they would separate there for finding a specific deposit, one by one, we find it a lot, if we don't find what I'm looking for, it's going to be bad.

Soon the hours passed and finally, full of cars with keys on the wall, I went to the fastest and got the key, opened the car and told Ray to look in the glove compartment.

After looking there he didn't see anything, I started the car, turned on the floor and dragged Ray who was lying on the car seat, slammed on the brakes and Ray passed out after he hit his head.