The boy's breath was labored and shallow, his lungs desperate for oxygen that wouldn't come fast enough. He swallowed harshly, "What do you want?"
The man smiled, his pointed teeth reflecting the dim light as he hoisted the teen up by his shirt, and leaned closer, his rancid breath hitting the boy as he spoke, "I want to crush you. I want you to burn for what you did to me. I want to rip your spirit out and see everyone you care about trample it. I want to make you pay."
The boy glared at him, eyes narrowed, "Cut the deranged lunatic speech. If you're gonna kill me, just do it and save the dramatics."
Said deranged lunatic gave him a disappointed look, but his lips curled slightly at the edges. "Oh, tut tut. Death is such an easy way to go, don't you think? No," he yanked the wounded boy closer, making him cry out in pain, "Your death would be no fun. You need to suffer."
His eyes gleamed, and the teen struggled uselessly, his hands scrambling at the stronger man's grip. The man snarled, and thrust the boy away. The teen screamed, his left side erupting in fire as he landed on the warm metal surface. He grit his teeth, trying to ignore the now freely flowing blood to attempt to sit up, because whatever he had said, whatever the injuries, he might escape, he had to escape, because he'd gotten out of more hopeless fixes before, right?
But before he could even fully push himself up, the man was looming over him, shadows cast over his face and illuminating his disgustingly gleeful eyes. A hand thrust him back down onto the table, and the boy could feel oily, hot bonds curl around his hands and feet, chaining him to the flat surface. Panic overtook his mind as he tried to wiggle out of them, to no avail.
He shut his bright eyes tightly as an ice cold finger traced its way over his jawbone, and he jerked his head away.
"Now. Let's see," the malicious voice was softer, sending shivers up the teen's spine and making his entire form twitch helplessly, "Where should we start with you?"
Out of the corner of the boy's vision, he saw the man's hand moving.
A metallic screech later, terrified screams sliced the air.
Who is it? Pitch and Jack? Vlad and Danny? Another pair? Tell me who you think it is; I'm curious to know how it turned out in your eyes!
I was also kinda imagining another pair, but shh, that's from an AU I'm writing, so you shall never know!