Unchained Instinct ( Complete)

Chapter 36


“Wake up, Logan,” Mystique said, her hand gripping a handful of Logan’s hair and jerking his head back and up. “Time for you to entertain me with your pain.”

Logan’s body snapped taut and a bellowing roar shattered the quiet room. He snapped at her, but Mystique was just out of his reach.

“Oh my, what a display of bestial instinct.” Mystique jerked Logan’s head back further, her left hand going to his throat and squeezing till she saw his face reflect near panic.

She released her hold and turned her back on her prisoner, sauntering away then turning to gaze on him.

Logan met her gaze, teeth drawn back in a snarl.

“Oh yes, the beast is rising to the surface. Won’t Kurt be surprised we he sees what you’ve become.”

With a shake of the head, Logan looked away as if trying to quell the animal inside of him.

“Good,” Mystique replied to his unspoken challenge. “I’d hate for you to give in so easily. What’s the fun in that?”

Logan looked up, his hair in his eyes. He shook the strands away and said. “Yer sick.”

“Funny. I don’t feel sick. But thank you for your concern.”

A deep breath collected in Logan’s lungs and he let it out with another shake of the head. “Feelin’ pretty cocky today, ain’t ya?”

Mystique offered a deep throated chuckle and moved closer. “Confident, my dear Logan. Not cocky. There is a difference.”

“Yeah. Whatever.” Logan’s tone bordered boredom.

How dare he act bored with me?!

“Well,” she said, putting on a fake smile. “I’m obviously not up to standard in your opinion.”

Logan just stared at her with that dark penetrating gaze that still drove a stake of fear through Mystique’s heart in spite of chains and manacles.

“I can remedy that,” she muttered and began her transformation.

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Logan’s boredom was as feigned as Mystique’s smile, disguises each wore to irritate the other.

He watched her transform with trepidation and when Logan saw where she was going with this next assault, he closed his eyes and tried to control the rising fury inside of him.

Hadn’t it been bad enough that she’d used Sabertooth against him...Sabertooth, who had raped her son over and over again? Yet she’d shown no horror over Kurt’s trauma at Sabertooth’s hands.

So now it was Trask. Fine. Whatever. Maybe he’d get a chance to spit in that face, even if it wasn’t the real Trask.

“And how are we doing today, Logan?” Mystique had Trask’s voice down perfect, that haughty, better-than-thou inflection getting under Logan skin instantly.

He snorted in derision, waiting for Mystique/Trask to come closer. His mouth worked for enough spit to make the act worth the pain it would cost him.

“Come, come, now, Wolverine.” She/he drew closer, reaching out to his chin. “Where has all that rage gone?”

Logan let a little smile pull up one corner of his mouth and he spat right in Mystique/Trask’s face.

Mystique fell back with an outraged shout, wiping her Trask face with her Trask fingers. She looked up with her Trask eyes and glared at him.

“You’ll pay for that, animal,” she said in her own voice.

“Like I’m surprised,” Logan sneered back.

A backhanded blow smashed into Logan’s mouth, blood flying from the wound. Logan licked the salty liquid from his lips and met flat grey eyes.

“That the best ya got?” he offered in a taunting tone.

Mystique/Trask’s eyes narrowed and this time the smile was far from fake. “Not hardly.”

She turned and stalked to the table, flipping back the covering and running her hand over several objects. When she turned, her Trask persona jolted Logan with just how well she portrayed Trask’s maniacal gleam and that fanatical superiority.

She came towards him with something in her hand. Logan recognized the object and steeled himself for what was to come.

“I can see by your eyes that you know what this is, Logan,” Mystique/Trask said. “It’s a supped up version of the one used on your little demon.”

“Can’t you hear yerself, Mystique? Yer talkin’ about yer own son. Ya know what that bastard did to Kurt, but yer here torturin’ me.”

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” she said, still with Trask’s voice and pushed the button on the device in her hand.

The stun gun sparked from pole to pole, a sizzle in the air. Logan closed his eyes and waited for the kiss of electrical current.

He didn’t wait long, heavy voltage streaming through his body, constricting every muscle and coursing down his extremities with agonizing pulses. Gritting his teeth, Logan held in the bellow that tried to escape his mouth.

His body jerked in his chains trying to escape the pain, but there was no escape until Mystique/Trask removed the gun from his flesh.

Breath coming hard, Logan looked up from between strands of hair and let out a growl.

“How pointless, Logan,” Mystique/Trask said. “Don’t waste my time with your pathetic mewling.”

With that, she stabbed the device into Logan’s side and punched the button. Once again, electricity pulsed through Logan, waves of agony streaming through him. Once again, Logan jerked in his chains, a howl escaping him.

She held the device to him for eternity, until darkness almost took Logan. But Mystique must have sensed his impending unconsciousness and pulled back, releasing him from the device’s embrace.

Logan hung from his chains, breathing hard, gathering his strength to him once again. His skin crawled at the thought of another application of the stun gun, but he steeled himself, remembering Kurt’s anguish and agony at the hands of this same device.

Was this proper punishment for his failure to protect Kurt?

“You do have quite the stamina, Logan,” Mystique/Trask said. “I think we’ll find out just how much stamina you do have this evening.”

Logan swallowed hard, his throat tight and dry, but he looked Mystique in the eye with a dare he didn’t really feel, challenging her to do her worst.

That Trask smile came to Mystique’s face, accepting the challenge. “Ready?”

“Bring it on, bitch.”

But instead of shoving the device into his side, Mystique brought it low, the cold metal making contact with Logan’s groin.

A wave of pain slammed through Logan’s balls and up his body, another wave driving down his legs. He reared back and let out a bellowing roar that seemed to shake the foundation of his prison.

A ringing sound filled Logan’s head and streaks of light shot across the darkness of his vision.

He came back to himself with a splash of ice cold water in his face.

“Still up to the challenge, Logan?”

Logan shook his head and tried to focus on the man before him. No...not a man...Mystique in Trask’s form.

Gotta remember that...gotta remember. It’s always Mystique...always Mystique.

Again the agonizing pulse of electricity rolled through Logan’s body, slamming into him with rising intensity.

She’d up the voltage and what Logan had thought was as bad as it could get, got worse.

His breath left him, his heart laboring in an erratic beat. A roaring clogged up his ears and the darkness of his vision no longer allowed light.

The last thing Logan heard before unconsciousness took him was Trask’s snide chuckle turn to Mystique’s low throated laugh of triumph.