Hands gripped his face. Tired, worn greenish blue eyes looked at the hand assault his face. Bruises littered his nude figure; bags under his sullen eyes; and a split, bleeding lip were the few of the injuries fairly obvious about the teen. His naturally strawberry blond hair was dyed black to his abusers specifications.
"Won't you just sing, birdy?" The voice that owned the abusing grip to his face spoke. The clearly maltreated teen squeezed his eyes such while the effort of just moving caused a whimper to escape his forcibly parted lips.
"Jason." The voice became low as it dripped with venom. The owner of the voice hated that name. He wanted nothing more than to rename his property. Then again he could. This was his Jason, after all. The battered teen opened his eyes, looking with fear filled eyes at his kidnapper. He pulled on the chains that kept his arms from moving too far and prevent escape. The rattling grabbed his captor's attention. Jason's voice had given up days upon weeks ago; the echoes of his pain no longer rang. He was beaten.
He was broken.
Jason hurt. He just wanted it all to end. He just wished his kidnapped would just bore of him and just end all of his pain.
"Prepare yourself." The voice growled out letting go of the teen's face roughly. Hand, gloves, deftly undid the chains that adorned Jason's arms. The now freed teen curled into himself. Tears rolled down his face with eyes shut so tightly he saw stars.
"Is that it? You're ready now?" Jason trembled at the words while his nude body tried shrinking away from his captor's touch.
"No…" The beaten teen whispered out. It wasn't very audible. The masked man bent down into the light. Half black, halve bronze helmet with only one eye glared down at the fake black haired male. The masked man's hand shot out, grabbed, and pulled the falsely colored hair breeding a yowl of pain from the smaller of the pair.
"Bend your knees and spread your legs, whore. You think anyone out there even remembers you exist? You're mine, no one elses… remember that." Slade would make sure Jason, Red X, knew that he was his and his alone. The process beginning every time the boy said no. After Robin had left he took to using and abusing Red X until he had just taken the teen.
He would have an apprentice to satisfy all his needs.
Even if he was unwilling.