Vanished for Torture

Chapter 3 - Dyneace

Over time, Dyneace had named the small cell she and the others were locked in. The Recruitment Cell. It seemed to fit, as the only people inside were new to the Warehouse, recruits with fresh meat, for the Kidnappers to easily mould, and take advantage of their fear. Just like the fear in Dyneace when the gate opened once again. When the other Captives were dragged out, Dyneace only wondered what they would have to endure. Maybe she would have to endure the same?
This time, a male Kidnapper walked into the cell. His sharp eyes scanned the new Captives, and everybody could tell he was searching for a little toy. His eyes passed by everyone, past Dyneace a few times, but the man finally stops searching round, opening a file in his hand.
"I'm looking for a miss... Dyneace Jones," the male blandly states.
Dyneace then nervously stood up, as all other eyes landed on her. The man grabbed hold of her wrist, dragging her out of the cell, just as the other captives were dragged out. It was clear that the Kidnappers thought of the Captives as if they were useless, and serve no benefit to the world. It was as if the Kidnappers were playing God, making the world better in their eyes by killing every innocent, useless teenager in this world.
The man led Dyneace to a kitchen area, forcing her to sit in a chair. He then took out a rope, tying it around Dyneace and the chair. But something surprised Dyneace - her arms weren't tied up. This confused her.
"My name is Malcom, if you want to know," the man spoke. "You're probably wondering why you're tied up, in a kitchen?"
Dyneace simply stared at him. "Maybe you could explain why my arms are free, first."
"Ah, yes. About that..." Malcolm studied her arms for a moment. Clearly Dyneace was uncomfortable with this situation. And clearly Malcolm couldn't care less about her. "For your initiation, I want you to simply... taste a new recipe I'm trying."
Oh.
That seemed simple enough. For a moment, Dyneace seemed relaxed. But her worry soon returned. What exactly would Malcolm make her try?
Malcolm then walked away, starting to rummage around in the cupboard until he found what he was looking for. Dyneace turned her head to face the cupboard, and the amount of bottles containing different liquids inside surprised her. Malcolm then started to walk back towards Dyneace, meaning she quickly had to turn her head around. But it was too late. Their eyes met, and Dyneace knew he would punish her for that.
But Malcolm simply smiled. "Curious, are we?"
He was carrying a syringe, and some sort of paralysing liquid. This wasn't good. What seemed like a simple initiation is never simple in the eyes of the Kidnappers. They know how to take something innocent like cooking, and turn it into a method of torture.
Dyneace starts to struggle under the ropes, but Malcolm grabs hold of her shoulder. "Don't struggle, little flower. Or this will hurt."
Carefully, he inserts the sharp needle into Dyneace's shoulder, and injects the liquid. Dyneace could no longer feel her arm. It felt numb, as if it wasn't there anymore. But at least it still was.
Or, that's what she thought. For Malcolm had also brought over a large knife, almost like a saw. Now Dyneace was terrified. He had numbed her arm only to cut it off. She started to struggle again, but Malcolm only pushed her back. "I said, don't struggle." Placing the large knife on her shoulder, he started to cut through her arm. Dyneace squinted her eyes shut, refusing to see what was going on, but it didn't help that she could hear.
When she opened her eyes once again, her right arm was gone. Now it permanently felt numb, since it was no longer there.
Malcolm then walked back over to the kitchen area, holding Dyneace's arm. He placed it in a pain that was placed over hot flames, cooking the water inside it, and now, it was cooking Dyneace's arm.
Dyneace had to close her eyes again to stop her tears from falling. "You're disgusting," she choked.
"And I'm sure you're delicious, sweetheart."

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After a while, Malcolm had finished cooking Dyneace's arm. He pulled Dyneace over to a table that had already been set up with cutlery. A fork, a steak knife, and a drink. Diet Coke. He then walked over to the pan, taking out Dyneace's arm with a pair of tonsils. He carefully placed the arm on a plate, smothering it with gravy, and carried the plate over to Dyneace.
"This is what you are trying for me. Cooked, seasoned, sauced. Enjoy."
Dyneace pushed it away with her remaining arm. "I'm not eating myself."
"Then starve," Malcolm replied.
He cut off a piece of Dyneace's arm, shoving it into her mouth. She was being forced to eat her arm flesh and blood. It sickened her.
And yet, her flesh tasted like a regular piece of steak. It was disgustingly delicious, in other words. She kept her tears back as more pieces were shoved into her mouth. She couldn't bear it. Of all people... why was this happening to her, by such a mongrel like Malcolm?

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After Malcolm had shoved the majority of Dyneace's arm down her throat, she was dragged to the Main Cell, which was starting to fill up, now that the new recruits were initiated and placed in. Dyneace looked around, and saw people sat on unsanitary mattresses, sleeping on another Captive's shoulder. Others were being watched in a public shower area.
God, this place had no sanitary, no privacy, no nothing. Everything about it was Disgusting with a capital D.
"Welcome to your new home, cannibal bitch," Malcolm spoke, pushing her into the Cell and locking the gate behind her.