Choking on my own blood

I sat on my chair quietly, trying to figure out a way to convince them that I didn't have the code. I was aware it would be hard, but I couldn't give up, my family was known for being strong and to never give up, in the hardest time. I wouldn't say that this was one off those hard times really, but I had no idea who these people where or what they were capable to do towards me. I was just afraid they would torture me until my last breath, but it would be useless, for both me and for them.

I had almost fallen asleep by my own thoughts when the door suddenly opened. I lifted my gaze and leaned back in my chair as I looked towards the big muscular man that walked towards me with a sadistic smile plastered onto his face. I couldn't help but to swallow the thick lump that had occurred in my throat. He walked around me before he eventually stood in front off me and crossed his arms above his chest. I was surly intimidated by the way he looked at me and the way he looked. He wore black loose jeans, a ripped shirt, some chains here and there and his hand wore a knuckle buster which intimidate me mostly. I did not want those in my face. "I've heard you're the only one with the code to my machine" the man smirked. "I'm sorry, but I don't have your code… I was never trusted enough to be told the code…" I said calmly, trying to keep my strength above the surface. The man just laughed and shook his head "Don`t be sill sweetheart, I know your dad told you the code once…" he said a bit more seriously. "Well if you know that he has told me, then you should know the code yourself…" I spat back and furrowed my brows when the man walked closer and grabbed a firm grip around my neck and squeezed lightly, but enough for me to have trouble breathing. "We did have it, but one off your dads friends killed our spy, so we sadly lost if. Now tell me the code..." he repeated before letting go off me and stepped back. I choked up and let out a heavy breath as I cleared my breath and clenched my jaw. "I don't… have it…" I said in a low tone as the man greet his teeth and swung his hand into my stomach so that I fell back with a loud thud. "I know you have it bitch" he snapped angrily before dragging my chair back up. My head was hanging as I tried to gain back my breath after loosing it all. I could feel slight pain in my stomach, and I knew there was more to come, so I slowly lifted my chin and looked the man in the eyes "I don't…" I whispered as the man walked closer to me and kneeled down, so he was in the same height as me and showed me the hand with the knuckle duster on. "I was an excellent boxer before this virus got loose…" I laughed sadistic before standing up and using all his strength and punched me between my eye and nose, making me fall to the ground yet again, letting out a whimper off pain. "That should make you speak "he said angrily. My eyes blinked slowly as I was able to open the eye he had just punched, barley seeing anything as everything was blurry and hurting. I tried reaching my hand up to feel my eye, but my hands where tied down to tightly and remained stuck to the chair. I let out some whimpers and felt the tear roll down my cheeks. It was like no other pain I`d ever felt before, my eye was pounding and slowly starting to build itself up. I even started to see less and less. And eventually I locked it, because it was too hard to keep it open and it hurted too much. "I don't have the code…" I said hesitantly as I was being pushed over on my back, still lying on the ground. I exhaled softly and open my other eye too look up at the man before he swung another punch towards my face. Making a ripped noise come from my lip and a knuckle breaking from my nose. This time I let out a shriek from the pain. I tasted my own lip, I tasted the blood that had erupted from it when it ripped apart and left a scratch in it. It tasted sweet and salty, like my sister's favourite candy. I felt it stretching more up and becoming a bigger one as my nose started bleeding. My mouth slowly started to fill itself up with more and more thick blood. And because off my lying position I started to choke on the blood. My throat filled itself with blood I started coughing more and more until I was able to lean slightly to the side and throw up the thick blood. "Please… I don't have it…" I whimper still coughing up blood from my throat. "That's not the right answer " he said as his big strong hand grabbed around my throat and lifted me up. Making me having a more hard time breathing as the blood build itself up more. The man seemed to take pleasuring in my suffering, but eventually when I was close to passing out, he dropped my chair back and I coughed up a bunch off blood that now covered my thighs and chair. "Ill come back for you later…" he spat before leaving me vulnerable.

The blood from my nose had eventually started to stain after a while, but my lip kept bleeding. I tried to spit our as much as I could not to choke on it and die from overdue off blood.