Painful, and wet.
You could probably add sticky to that description.
If he even could have opened his eyes, he would have had to add red to that description.
His side was sliced open on his right, and his left arm had a similar gash running down it. Gushing wet, sticky, red blood.
His eyes seemed to be glued shut. In reality, he was just unable to open them.
His hands were tied above his head, not that it really mattered. He wouldn't have been able to move his arms anyway.
If his hands hadn't been tied above his head, he wouldn't of been able to stand, in fact what was happening could barely even be called standing. He was basically hanging from the tightly tied ropes. They cut into his one flesh wrist, and it were gushing blood now too. All he could he could taste was a tangy, metallic taste. It should have been familiar to him by now.
Every shaky, jagged breath he took sent more pain coursing through his body. As if an electric fence was shocking him every time he tried to get air into his lungs.
Every few seconds he coughed, which increased the pain even more, if that was even possible.
He could only guess he had been sitting there alone for hours. With his eyes refusing to open, there was little he could do to check.
He heard the creak of the wooden door as it was opened. Footsteps growing closer as he grew more afraid.
He felt a hand grab his chin. He tried to pull away, only hurting himself more and sending more shockwaves of unbearable pain through his body.
"Hello Edward." The man said. Ed didn't need to see him to know he was amused by the image in front of him.
"Have my men been a little rough? Sorry about that." Yeah, rough didn't even begin to describe the damage and pain Ed was experiencing.
Ed felt the hand leave his chin and move to the large gash on his right side. Running up and down, feeling the opening in the boy's body.
"Does it hurt? Does it hurt to be sliced open?" The man seemed extremely fascinated by this particular question.
Even if Ed could have responded, he wouldn't have said what the man wanted to hear. He wouldn't have allowed the word yes to leave his mouth.
"Not that I speak from experience, but I'm guessing it hurts." The malicious smile in his voice was evident.
Why had he insisted on going alone? Why hadn't he brought Al? He could have avoided all of this if he had just brought Al.
"Are you going to answer me?" The man asked, sounding slightly impatient.
Ed would've spit if he could've opened his mouth or gotten any saliva into it.
"I guess not." The hand moved away from the cut rapidly. At first, Ed was relieved, but it was short lived as he felt the hand, now balled into a fist, slam into his unprotected stomach. Making him gasp for air and sending ripples of pain through his body. The pain was becoming unbearable Ed could have sworn he heard something else crack, maybe another rib or something.
Geez, maybe the homunculi were bad, but at least they were merciful. This guy just wanted to put Ed in as much physical pain as possible.
Suddenly, crashing noises filled his ears. Confusion now grew to accompany the fear he already felt.
Voices. Familiar voices. Mustang, Al, and Havoc.
God he couldn't have been happier if he had won the freaking lottery.
He opened his mouth, trying to call to them, to announce his presence, but his voice didn't want to work right now.
"Well, well, well. I guess they really did show up. Too bad for both them and you, cause at least one of you isn't leaving alive." The man half-laughed half-spoke to Ed.
Ed felt fear come back to replace the happiness.
Yup, next time he was definitely bringing Al.
Ed heard the door being thrown open. He was expecting just a snap, or a gunshot or something to get rid of this bastard, but he heard nothing.
"Any weapons, or any movement. Just try it." The man said. Ed felt a small circle, about the size of a ring, being pushed into his forehead.
A gun.Start writing here ...