The dark penguin sneaked in. Tux stared at him blankly. Red had already left a few hours ago.

"I know Red said no touching...But what he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"You touch me and I scream."

"You scream and I make you bleed." He was stopped by Red. Again.

"YOU have a big problem." He dragged him out.

Tux sighed, leaning against the chair.

The orange penguin came in with a knife. He sliced the half mage's sides. Tux hissed in pain.

"Just wait, you're going to be mine."

Tux weakly glared. What was he? Some kind of object? He grabbed him then dragged him to the room with the steel table. He strapped Tux in then got out the fire lighter and flicked it on to the smaller's feathery stomach.

Tux screamed and squirmed as more feathers fell off. But more likely because it was cooking the skin underneath his feathers.

"Was that nice?"

"GO DIE!"

The penguin laughed then kissed him. Tux rushed his head forward in anger. He stumbled back, holding his forehead. Tux snarled at him.

He was very silent as Red and his sick friends dragged him into that dreadful room. He wasn't expecting to be marked as if he was a horse in the wild west. He glared at the marks on his body. But glared the most at the curved R on his leg. No one was in the room himself.

Tux sighed deeply, grabbing the first knife he saw.

Another sigh. "I really hate to do this...Sorry feathahs."

He dug the knife around the marks, he hissed and grunted as he cut the marks off his body as if he was cutting out shapes on dough. He knew the feathers and skin would grow back, but it would be a slow progress. Now to find some bandages...Because the letter shaped wounds were beginning to bleed.

"TELL ME ABOUT HIS TEAM NOW!"

"Ovah my dead body!"

Red slapped him.

"I don't care what you do! I won't talk!"

"Ken!"

The dark penguin known as Ken, rushed in. "Yes?"

"I think you deserve a reward. He's all yours."

Tux's eyes lit up in horror. Ken grinned then tackled Tux down. He did what he wanted, and in Tux's personal view; it hurt more than when Red did it. After Ken left, Tux looked up blankly then closed his eyes. He wished he could just slip away forever.

Just imagining him, dead on the ground; made him chuckle dryly. Darkness passed and sunlight shined on him. Tux stretched slowly, soaking in the sun; unaware Red was watching him.

"So Tux Mystic, ready to talk?"

Nothing, Tux ignored him. Red growled then stormed over and pulled out two knifes. He pushed them through his flippers.

Tux screamed. "OH MOTHAH! TAKE THEM OUT!"

Red sharply pulled them out, causing another scream of pain. He left the room. Tux slowly sat up and tearfully looked at his trembling flippers. They hurt REALLY bad. He came back with ropes. Then dragged Tux to the room where he was usually whipped. And from there, he was tied. He buried his beak into his shoulder and closed his eyes lazily.

He heard footsteps and someone grabbing something. He jolted, feeling something whip his stomach.

"Go away..." He mumbled weakly.

But the figure didn't go away, it kept whipping his stomach with a whip naturally. After that was done, he could feel blood on his feathers.

He wanted everything to end. And never come back.