Castling

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"If that's the way you want it.. So be it.." Derek said coldly.. "I didn't want to have to hurt you.. But I won't lie.. I'm gonna enjoy having an excuse to hurt you.."

"Whatever.." Stiles replied boredly.

Derek found a few power tools in the Omegas basement.. There was a power saw, a power sander, a power buffer, a few other things..

Derek turned on the power buffer ..

"Nice power saw you have here.. But Derek touched the power buffer to the Omega's midsection.. The saw sat unused on the tool table.. The psychological effect was that the Omega thought he was being cut with the saw, the vibrations were deceiving..

The Omega gave a startled scream..

"Wanna go again?" Derek asked "Wanna see what else I can slice into with this thing?"

"Did you just use the power buffer on me?" The Omega laughed.. "Weak torture skills, dude.."

"I was trying to convince you to talk without causing you any real harm.. But if it's real harm you're looking for.."

"Look.. Guy... Dude.. Whoever you are... Whatever you want from me.. I know how to read people.. I can tell you don't want to get whatever it is you want like this.."

Stiles gave a real scream of real pain as he was electrocuted.. Derek had pulled a tazer out of his duffle bag..

"What the actual fuck, dude?!" Stiles yelled as he gasped in the aftermath of the pain..

"Don't act like you know me.. You know nothing about me, Agent Stilinski.." Derek said snidely..

"Oh.." Stiles said as he thought a realization was dawning on him "This has to do with the FBI?.. Listen pal.. There are plenty of other Agents who could probably answer whatever questions you have a lot better than I can... We can just go to Headquarters together and you can ask anyone there anything you want.. You don't have to be an idiot and ruin your whole life by hurting an Agent.. You can maybe even avoid a lot of prison time.."

"It's a good thing you're not a Hostage Negotiator cuz you'd suck at it.." Derek was reluctantly amused..

"Says the guy who uses a power buffer as a tool of torture and has his tazer on the lowest setting but says he wants answers but still won't say to what.."

"I don't want you losing consciousness.. And I told you.. I want to know what you were doing between May twenty-first and May twenty-ninth of twenty fifteen.."

"Look.. Dude.. I don't want to talk about those days.. Anything else but those days.."

"Is it because you know it's your fault they died?" Derek asked..

"What the fuck?.." Stiles cried "How could you know about that?"

"You feel guilty don't you?.. It's against your Omega instincts to know that children are dead because of you..."

"Fuck you.. Fuck you, you goddamned fucker.. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.. How could you know?.. How could you know?.." Stiles wept.. "Why are you doing this?.. What does that even have to do with you?.."

"I was there.." Derek replied..

"You goddamned son of a bitch!.. You motherfucker!.. You're here to finish the job, you bastard?!. Then just do it.. Just fucking do it and kill me like you killed them!" Stiles wailed.. The stench of grief wafting off of him in overpowering waves making Derek stagger back away from the Omega..

The Omega was still hanging upside down so his blood was rushing to his head that plus his nose was getting stuffy from crying and hanging upside down was causing all the goopey snot to run back into his sinuses making it harder to breath than just the hanging upside down part had already made it to breath.. He was practically drowning in his own mucus because his snot had filled his sinuses and every inhale that he did manage to get took gobs of snot straight to his lung.. He coughed and gagged on the mucus making it pour from the top of his mouth.. His head was hurting and his body was sore from hanging upside down in bindings that were constrictive and it wasn't like he ever had a good night's sleep in the last three years.. He was aching, grieving, tired and he could barely breath..

He felt his exhausted eyes start to roll back into his head..