"Hhhhhh—AHHhh!"
Levi's eyes went wide open, he regained consciousness.
Blinking rapidly as he tried to regain control of his sight.
The place damp and cold, the only thing visible around him being the chair on the ceiling.
'what?'
He tried to move or wiggle but was completely restrained from neck to toe.
His hands were tied behind his back, his face red as all his blood had rushed to his head, eyes bulging as red pushed and pushed for a way out.
His arms too numb to do anything, even if he was moving he couldn't feel shit, every vein from head to chest throbbing and pumping so loud he could hear it in his head.
Levi tightened his core as he pulled the upper half of his body up—
"Ahhh... Fuck!"
He screamed out as he unclenched, leaving his body to flail about.
He saw it the chains locking his arms behind his back and then dropping to ones around his ankles before jumping to the ceiling.
"Yes, you heard that right—ceiling, I'm fucking upside down."
His voice echoed as there was nothing for miles, just a wet floor when he looked down, well up, and a ceiling holding him from falling.
To his left and right just concrete that spun for miles before darkness swallowed them, if there was a wall he saw none.
He couldn't turn back but in front of him far off, a door, simple and wooden as he stared at his only possible escape.
'I have to get out of here, I have no idea how long I've been like this but judging from my dizziness and how fucking hard it is to breath I'd say... About 10-15 minutes—but I still can't be sure."
He wiggled again trying to get himself free but the chains didn't budge.
He shook his head violently, a scream of desperation and frustration building up in his throat, mentally his slapped himself, 'fucking think... I know it's hard to get clear thoughts but you have to—',
He took a deep breath, struggling to get the air into his lungs.
'All right, if this were a rope it could just cut it but its iron and its fucking stiff... There's only one other choice—'
He paused, waiting for someone, anyone to barge in and stop him.
"Haa... When have I ever been lucky?" He wiggled his fingers, trying to regain control of his digits or getting even the tiniest blood flow in it.
After seconds of squirming them the tips of his fingers finally spring to life, not really but it was enough to do the job.
He flexed them once then felt the weight of the chains behind his back and the gap in between them, not enough for five fingers to pass through but maybe four.
Placing his left digits over his right thumb as he grabbed them like a man hanging on the edge of a cliff.
'WAIT—' He hesitated, 'There's no way I'm going to be able to fight efficiency after this...' he swayed his head, the pounding in his ears drumming louder by the minute, "Screw everything else, if I get out of this now I'll fucking go crazy."
The muscles of his left hand tensed up as he steadied his mind.
'On three... One... Two Thr—'
'POP.'
"Mrrrhhggghhh!"
He bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood just to muffle his scream as tears bubbled under his eye.
'Whoever said this was easy was a bloody lair... Quick and painless my ass.'
The pain was white hot with a pounding ache, and travelled up his body faster than he could mentally handle it.
He squirmed continuously, he couldn't see the hand as they were still behind his back before regaining his mind and slipping the chains off his hands.
Bringing the hand to his front, his right thumb, the skin tight and had instantly swollen up, reddening more than a tomato— while the finger, just swung loosely like meat hanging from a hook.
'Now to relocate it.'
Placing the thumb between his knees and squeezing it tightly to stop abruptly moving it.
'I fucking hate my life.'
He tried to grab the finger but even soft grazes and touches felt like someone was stabbing the entire hand— having no other choice he grabbed it in one swift motion and stretched it out.
Feeling the ridge of the thumb and the swollen joint in between he took a deep breath already feeling the bile crawling up his throat.
Either from the pain of the thumb or the fact that he was still hanging upside down for... According to his calculations, 25 minutes now.
With the precision of a doctor but touch of a butcher he shoved the thumb back into place as the entire arm straightened with pain.
That thumb definitely still needed a doctor.
As if now used to the pain he ignored the pain while he dropped his arms as he let out a long sigh, snot, drool and sweat his skincare for the day.
'Come on... Now the legs.'
He tightened his core, pulling up his upper half, feeling out and seeing the and trying to free his legs, but no gap whatsoever as his strength let out and he fell back down.
His body was losing consciousness fast, and if he passed out strung up, he'd definitely die here, either his eyes would give up and leave him blind or maybe a nerve in his brain would finally pop and kill him.
He let out a scream with no voice, he needs to stay awake without drawing attention.
'There's no time anymore... I have to do this quick... It's fucking heal.'
He grabbed the loose chain that previously held his hands tied, folding it into a ball he raised his body.
Squeezing his eyes shut, clenching his jaw so hard the line could etch glass, and giving a silent prayer to God, ' I'm not gonna die without killing whoever strung me up.'
BAM.
The first hit as the pain instantly went to his brain making him swing about in misery.
'No, I can't stop now—I'm so close.'
As he forced himself back up.
BAM— once, twice, thrice, the pain in his head so much that he lost count, every hit sending a jolt of lightning up his leg.
As the blood from his ankle sprayed on everything, his face now decorated with bloodstains and beads of sweat.
He finally stopped as he looked at the mess of fractured bones, muscle and blood ridden torn fell that stared back at him.
It didn't take a lot anymore, slightly wiggling his feet as his entire body fell to the floor with a thud that echoed throughout the vastness of the room.
Luckily his head broke his fall as he stared at the door and then looked at his leg, with no other choice he forced himself up, barely putting any weight on his left leg.
Slowly hopping to the door, before he finally noticed it, the smell of garlic that riddled the room.
'Who the fuck are these guys... Silver bullets, endless room, iron shackles and now the garlic... Like me but more efficient.'
He thought to himself, still not taking his eyes off the door.
Inches away he fell to the floor as the pain in his legs bloomed louder and louder, dragging his body along the floor leaving a trail of blood in his wake.
He reached the door, lifting his body up as it felt like his weight doubled instantly, gripping the cold knob as he pulled—
KLAK-KLAK!
The door didn't budge, it was locked.
He rested his head against the door as his chest heaved in and out while cursing himself.
'How did I do all that and the possibility of the door being locked never popped into my head... Idiot.'
'...'
"CLANK... CLANK..."
Someone's boots tapped against the cemet floor and echoed throughout the room.
The figure was already inside as she stepped into the light.
A gorgeous face, brown hair tied up in a bun as loose strands flew over her shoulder and face, her eyes emerald green as she bore a lackadaisical expression.
She walked closer and closer to Levi holding something in his hand as she stared at it, a stop watch.
"8 minutes 34 seconds... A new record."