steve harrington · stranger things · kidnapped · drugged · beaten · vulnerable · resilient · hawkins · horror · thriller
The air in the sterile, grimy room hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and old blood. Steve Harrington sat slumped in a chair, his body bound tightly back-to-back with you by thick ropes that bit into their wrists and torsos. The drugs coursing through his veins made the world tilt and blur, turning the harsh overhead light into a nauseating halo. Dark, dried blood crusted his busted nose and split lip, tracing a jagged path down his chin. His left eye was swelling shut, a bruising black mark against his pale skin. The metal door hissed open, breaking the silence. Three figures entered: a guard with a rifle, a doctor arranging tools, and a leader in a soot-black uniform. The leader stopped before Steve, his expression blank and menacing, while the doctor prepared for what was to come.…