A/N: So, last chapter was pretty intense – poor Kendall and James – and this one will target the other two, so be warned: whumpage ahead – again :p

A shout out to LazyLazyWriter, one mean "whumper" to another, you totally rock ;) Check out her stories Big Time Deliverance and Big Time Dreamweaver, people – they're SO awesome! And of course Big Time Obsession of you haven't read that one, already... Lots of whump in all of them, haha ;)

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Disclaimer: Don't own Big Time Rush.


Chapter 9:

Carlos stretched on his bed to get a proper look at his two unconscious friends, his heart throbbing with fear. Kendall's stomach was a mess of the lava-like, sticky mass and blood from the chemical burns. Even in his passed out state he looked pained, and Carlos felt tears gather in his eyes. What if Kendall had been hurt beyond repair? This chemical shit the twins had going, scared the living daylights out of Carlos, and combined with the caning, the electric current, the spiked pipe and the cutting, Kendall hadn't had it easy!

On the bed opposite Kendall's, James was stirring slightly and a soft moan escaped him. His branded stomach was bright red, blood trickling down the sides.

"James?" Carlos asked gently.

His taller friend moaned again, and slowly opened his eyes.

"James, bro, how do you feel?"

"Like hell!" he said, his voice nothing more than a raw whisper "It stings so bad!"

"We really need to get it cleaned James" Logan said, frowning in concern.

James shuddered as a particularly stinging wave of pain rushed through his mid section, and he felt a few tears leak from his eyes.

Suddenly James jumped on the bed, rushing to sit. He shut his eyes tightly from the pain it caused him, but kept pushing himself up.

"Kendall?" he moaned in a panicky voice "when I passed out...?"

James licked his lips, as he looked at Kendall who was still unconscious.

"His stomach is badly burned" Logan explained, not willing to look at anyone "they used chemicals on him..."

James swallowed, feeling absolutely horrified and heart-breakingly guilty. Carlos bit his lip, easily reading the pained look in James' hazel orbs.

"James" he said quietly "they would have hurt him anyway!"

x-x

A sudden heart wrenching scream made the three boys flinch in surprise and fear, as Kendall started thrashing around on the bed, tears soaking his features. He kept screaming and Carlos felt his hairs stand on end.

"Logan!" he cried desperately, needing his friend to tell him things would be fine.

Logan shook his head and started pulling at the shackles.

"I have to get to him!" he exclaimed in a frustrated voice and inhaled deeply "Carlos, I have to get out of the chains, so you need to keep your end steady, okay?"

"Logan, you can't..." Carlos argued "Kendall already tried it..."

Logan sighed and sent Carlos a pleading look.

"I have to get to him!"

Carlos nodded and prepared to keep his chain down, when Logan started pulling on his end.

Logan tucked his thumb inside his palm to make his fist as small as possible, gritted his teeth and started tugging. The metal cut into his skin but he stubbornly kept working his hand through the shackles. Blood was running down his wrist, providing fluid to decrease the friction, and suddenly, after several minutes of struggling, Logan managed to free the first hand.

He exhaled violently and noticed all the blood trickling down his hand. More than there should be, he thought. But there was no time to think about it now, he had to free his other hand as well.

Kendall had stopped screaming, but was panting wildly, his eyes rolling back in his head. James sobbed silently on his bed, dread, guilt and pain all running through him.

"Kendall" he cried, trying to reach his friend, "Kendall, please!"

But there was clearly no reaction to James' begging, Kendall was awake, yet not present at all.

"Aaaargh!" Logan growled and pulled hard at the chain.

He felt something in his wrist snap, and closed his eyes as the pain washed over him. A deep breath brought him back, and with one last violent tug, his hand slipped out of the chain.

For the first time in what felt like weeks, he could move freely, without the insane twins hovering over him.

He dried his bloody wrists in the duvet and hurried to his friend. On his way to Kendall, Logan's vision turned black and he had to grab on to Carlos' bed frame in order to stay on his feet.

"Logan are you ok, man?" James asked.

Logan nodded.

"Yeah, just a bit dizzy" he answered and went to Kendall's bed.

x-x

On his bed Carlos was yanking at the chain. Logan's loose end traveled upwards and into the spiked pipe, and Carlos kept pulling at it, till the entire chain had run through the pipe and fallen on his bed. With his hands now more mobile, Carlos started working his maimed hand out of the shackles. The wound from his missing finger throbbed and started bleeding profusely as the chains scraped past it, ripping at the bandage.

Carlos clenched his teeth and kept tugging at the chain.

x-x

Logan quickly looked Kendall over. There was so much blood that it was difficult to see the actual damages, so Logan scanned the room for something to dry off the blood. On the table near the door he spotted some paper towels, and he quickly got them and then turned back to Kendall's side. With great care Logan wiped away the blood and the sticky mass, and exposed the grotesque smiley face on Kendall's stomach while his friend writhed under his hands. The hem of Kendall's shirt was purple from where a bit of the potassium permanganate had been smeared out, luckily not being touched by any of the glycerol when it fell down.

"I think there's a bit of water left in one of the bottles" Carlos said, eying a bottle on the floor next to Logan's bed. Logan retrieved it an poured some of it on a towel.

"Kendall..." he said "you have to stay still now, okay?"

There was no answer, but Kendall stopped moving.

Logan inhaled and slowly started cleaning the wound. A few seconds in, Kendall suddenly opened his eyes wide and swatted at Logan.

"NO!" he yelled "GET AWAY FROM ME! IT HUUUURTS!"

Logan nearly jumped from surprise, but steadied himself and tried holding Kendall down.

"I need to clean it, Kendall" he said softly.

Kendall's arm shot up, catching Logan in the nose so he stumbled back.

"Fucking hell!" he groaned and rubbed his nose.

Logan grabbed Kendall by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

"Kendall" he shook him a few times, "Come on man, snap out of it!"

For a second it seemed as if Kendall understood that Logan was there to help, and he blinked a couple of times. But then he slipped back into his state of panic and punched Logan hard in the nose again. The blow made Logan fall to the floor, and he got up with a curse and wiped the blood from his nose.

He breathed deeply, not feeling comfortable with what he was going to do, but he didn't know how else to try to reach Kendall.

Logan raised his arm, and James gasped on his bed.

"No, don't hit him!"

The slap was hard and Logan winced, feeling bad for inflicting more pain on his friend.

Kendall blinked a couple of times and sat up, finally seeming to understand what was going on. He placed a hand to the stinging cheek.

"Did you just smack me?" he asked weakly, and then fell back on the bed as his stomach burned.

He regretted his move as soon as his back hit the mattress, ripping at the cuts there.

"OWW!" he groaned and rolled to his side.

Logan pulled Kendall's shirt all the way over his head, and examined the cuts on his back. They were still bleeding, but otherwise looked clean.

"You're gonna be fine Kendall, I promise" Logan said and gave Kendall's shoulder a squeeze.

Kendall's eyes expressed the gratitude he couldn't speak at that moment, and Logan went to James.

His stomach also needed cleaning and Logan poured the rest of the water over his abs, using a paper towel to remove the blood.

James flinched and moaned. He lifted his gaze and met Logan's.

As their eyes locked, Logan pulled his hand away from James as if he had been burned. Logan blushed and looked at the floor. On the bed James felt equally uncomfortable.

The kiss they had been forced to share earlier, suddenly made being close or touching each other feel extremely embarrassing.

"I... I have to..." Logan stuttered, cheeks burning bright red.

"Yeah, I know" James answered, not willing to look Logan in the eyes.

x-x

A ringing of metal against concrete floor echoed through the room, as Carlos finally succeeded in freeing his left hand, and the chain fell off the bed.

He panted and looked at his hand. It was soaked with blood and the bandage covering his wound had been ripped off. Seeing his four-fingered hand made him feel sick to his stomach, and Carlos gagged a few times, leaning back on the bed to keep himself from vomiting.

x-x

A drop of blood fell on James' stomach and Logan wiped his nose again.

"Should it bleed that much, Logan?" James asked quietly, still not looking at Logan.

Logan shook his head.

"No... and neither should our lashes, my chemical burn or Kendall's and Carlos' injuries!"

Carlos felt his heart pound in his chest.

"But why...?"

"I think they gave us anti-coagulants in the water and food..."

"What does that mean?" Carlos asked desperately.

Logan sucked in his bottom lip for a moment.

"It means, that our blood is thinner than usual and that cuts and wounds don't close as quickly as they're supposed to, so we lose a lot of blood... And that means, that with all the cuts we have, we get weak!"

x-x

Just as Logan was finishing cleaning James' wound, the door to their room creaked, and James let out a startled shriek.

Arya and Nikita entered with a few packs of cigarettes and a camera in their arms. When they spotted Logan out of bed and Carlos with one free hand, their eyes grew wide with fury.

"How the hell did you get out of the chains, you little shit?!"

Logan looked up, panic evident in his brown eyes.

"GO!" Kendall yelped loudly at Logan, his eyes wild.

"RUN LOGAN!" Carlos screamed at the same time, tearing at the shackles to free his other hand.

Arya moved towards Logan, who howled and made an impressive jump across James' and then his own bed. With a single glance back over his shoulder, he slipped out the open door.

"GET HIM!" Arya screamed at Nikita, who were the closest to the door. The black-haired girl released the grip she had on Carlos, bolted through the door and looked around for the escapee.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are!" she cooed in a sing-sing voice, making Logan's hair stand on end.

x-x

He was hiding under a desk in the school room, hoping for an opening to sprint up the stairs to the ground floor of the building.

Logan could hear Nikita walking in the long hall outside. The sound of her steps told Logan, that she was entering one of the other rooms and with a deep breath he crawled out from his hiding place and tiptoed out into the hallway.

With a swift movement Logan slipped through the door opposite the school room. It was a cramped, dark room filled with crates and metal shelves, and Logan spotted a small window under the ceiling. A possible way out! But to get to the window he would have to move a few boxes and climb the shelves without making any noise, and Logan concluded that the door on the top of the stairs would be his best shot right now.

He peeked out from the dark room and saw Nikita enter the school room. When he couldn't hope for her to go further in, he bolted from his hideout and rushed for the stairs.

He was three steps from the door, when Nikita growled from somewhere behind him.

"Oh my, little Logan! Where will you run to now?"

Logan felt the blood freeze in his veins, and he jumped the last steps up the stairs and pulled frantically at the door. It was locked!

With his heart hammering away in his chest, Logan slowly turned around to face Nikita.

She squinted and pursed her lips slightly. She was holding the controller to the electric dog collars in her hand.

"Oh, Logan. You're such a naughty boy! Whatever can I do to teach you a lesson?!"

He licked his lips and felt sweat cover his forehead. Fuck!

The electric shock didn't surprise him, but made his knees buckle under him, nonetheless, and he stumbled down the stairs, landing right in front of Nikita on his hands and knees. Logan gasped for air, and moaned as he was yanked harshly to his feet by a tight grip on his hair.

"Let's go!" Nikita sneered and twisted his hair even harder, the teacher-attitude back on her face.

Logan thought of the degrading caning Kendall had undergone, and swallowed his spit with a shudder.

x-x

Kendall, James and Carlos all cringed and jumped when an electric current traveled through them.

"Ow, fuck!" James yelled and wrapped his arms around himself.

Arya smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"I guess that means Nikita found the controller and then caught your little buddy! Oh, I wouldn't wanna be Logan right now!" she snickered.

Kendall furrowed his brow.

"You're such a bitch!" he spat defiantly, making Arya frown.

"Jesus, how much fight can you have left in you Goldilocks?!" she asked, a bit amazed by Kendall's continued will to fight in spite of all his injuries.

"Enough..." he answered simply, clenching his jaw.

Arya turned towards Carlos, who backed up on his bed as the twin sent him an evil look.

"And you were gonna make your way out of the chains as well, huh! Bad move, Carlos! Really bad move!"

She quickly secured the chain to bed and then clamped Carlos' free hand in the shackles.

"Now" she continued with a growl "let's get you to match the other boys, shall we?!"

Carlos shook his head violently, not wanting to go through with whatever was coming.

"Leave him alone!" James bellowed from his bed, seeing the absolute dread in his smaller friend's eyes.

"Ummm... NO!" Arya mocked and pulled out a cigarette.

She lit it and placed it in the corner of her mouth. The tip lit up with an orange glow, making Carlos shudder, as he realized what the cigarette was for.

"Now, let's have some more fun!" Arya smiled, and flipped Carlos over to his stomach.

With a hard pull she yanked down his pants. Carlos was shaking, but defiantly returned to his back.

"No!" he yelled angrily, locking eyes with the hot-tempered redhead, "go fuck yourself!"

A clenched fist came flying down and caught Carlos on his already sore lip and he whimpered.

"Turn around or I'll do it for you!" Arya threatened.

Carlos glared at her.

"Go! Fuck! Yourself! Or your gross sister for that matter, you're probably into that sort of stuff!"

Red spots appeared on Arya's cheeks and down her neck. No doubt she was thoroughly pissed off!

"Suit yourself!" she growled through gritted teeth.

She grabbed Carlos by an ear and pulled him to a sitting position so quickly, that Kendall could hear a disgusting crunching noise, that made him nauseous.

"AARHAOW!" Carlos yelled, tears welling in his eyes from the extremely hard grip on him "let go!"

Arya twisted Carlos' ear so hard that blood started trickling down his cheek as the earlobe detached a bit.

Arya quickly crawled over Carlos, still clutching his ear, and jumped off the bed with a swift move, that forced Carlos to follow and fall on his stomach if he didn't want his ear to be ripped off!

"Now" Arya said sternly "let's correct this bad behavior!"

She pulled the cigarette from her mouth and looked at the tip. Arya showed Carlos the orange glow and slowly moved her hand down towards Carlos' thigh.

"How do you think it'll feel?" she asked, mockingly.

Carlos didn't answer. His ear was throbbing painfully and the fear of the coming burns made his stomach churn, making him think that if he opened his mouth, he would puke immediately.

Arya pushed Carlos' boxers up a bit, and the cigarette sank into the flesh of Carlos' bottom, right at the sit-spot, and he bit down on the pillow to prevent himself from screaming. It hurt so bad! The smell of burned flesh reached his nostrils and made Carlos feel sick. He closed his eyes and swallowed the tiny amount of spit, still in his mouth.

A few seconds of relief were abruptly taken away, as Arya jammed the cigarette down again, right next to the first burn.

James and Kendall were yelling and screaming for her to quit the torture, but knew that it was hopeless. One of the things the boys had learned quickly was, that these girls didn't stop for anything. They would see their plans through, no matter the resistance!

As the cigarette seared its way into Carlos' leg for the sixth time, he couldn't keep quiet any longer and a pained scream escaped him, alongside a flood of tears.

"Aww!" Arya exclaimed, patting Carlos on the hair "does it hurt?"

He sneered a bunch of curses down the pillow, and a hollow sob made its way out of him afterwards.

x-x

Logan's breathing was rapid and he felt light-headed.

When the hurting grip on his hair had disappeared, he had found himself bent over a desk in the school room and Nikita hovering over him. She had spent quite a while chosing her weapon, making Logan's heart sink in the process. In the end she had admitted not being able to pick just one prop, and had instead decided on three! A paddle, a ruler and the cane she had also used on Kendall.

Logan swallowed hard as the weapons of choice were laid out before him.

Nikita grabbed the ruler first and walked past Logan.

"Let's start out gently" she said, swishing the ruler through the air.

Logan looked over his shoulder just in time to see Nikita raise the wooden ruler. He quickly turned back around and closed his eyes. The smack made him jerk forward and he felt his eyes well up. He wiped away the tears, annoyed. Way too early to cry, Logan thought and gritted his teeth as he heard the ruler make its way towards him again.

x-x

"Consider this a warm-up" Nikita snickered after five hard strokes.

She placed the ruler back on the table and grabbed the paddle instead. Nikita clapped it against her own palm a few times, making Logan bite his lip in trepidation.

"Five of these as well. That should teach you to behave!" she said, sounding very much like a strict, sadistic teacher with a grudge.

A loud whack startled Logan, and he moaned in pain as Nikita pulled back the paddle. Logan opened his eyes widely and inhaled, wondering how the hell this horrid instrument could still be legal in 19 states!

The next swat hit him with a tremendous wham, and he felt several of his lashes sting.

"OW!" he cried "Please stop, I'll be good, I promise!"

Logan blushed and felt absolutely ridiculous for making a comment like that. But the thought of three more swats and then a caning afterwards, made him sick.

"Oh, am I getting across to you now?" Nikita asked, as she landed the third swat on Logan's unprotected rear.

Logan nodded frantically.

"Tell me you are sorry for being such a naughty boy, Logan!"

Logan's cheeks were bright red and he swallowed hard. At least his friends weren't here to see this farce!

"I-I'm sorry for.. for... being..."

He couldn't make himself say it! But they were just fucking words, he thought, trying to convince himself.

Nikita pursed her lips and raised her arm up high.

"Still defiant, are we?!" she slithered.

The paddle struck again, making Logan cry out in pain.

"I'm sorry for being such a naughty boy!" he screamed desperately.

Behind Logan Nikita smiled.

"Too late now, Logan. You should have said it the first time!" she giggled and slammed the paddle down on him for the last time, nearly making him collapse from the pain. That had been the hardest swat of all of them and the noise echoed throughout the basement!

Tears made their way down Logan's cheeks and he was shaking, as he heard Nikita swish the cane through the air like she had with the ruler. He remembered how painful it had seemed when Kendall had received his punishment, and he hadn't been subjected to a whip, a ruler and a paddle beforehand!

"And now, let's end this with six of the best, Mr. Mitchell, shall we?!" Nikita said in a surprisingly accurate British accent.

Logan whimpered and let out a moan.

"Please don't" he pleaded in a high pitched voice.

But she did!

Six hard, fast and very accurate strokes all hit the same spot, making Logan yelp loudly.

"OWOWOW!" he cried "STOP! OW!"

And then she finally stopped.

Logan panted wildly and mopped at his face. He flinched as Nikita grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and tugged him from the room. His backside was burning and Logan felt absolutely certain, that he wouldn't be able to sit down for at least a week!

x-x

"FUCK YOU!" Kendall yelled, as Arya pulled back to look at her work. "An eye for an" had been burned onto Carlos so far and he was trembling, tears slowly trickling down his cheeks as he continued to bite at the pillow.

Arya lit the fourth cigarette and buried it in Carlos' leg. She had reached the back of his knee, and as the burning cigarette sank into Carlos yet again, his head whipped up.

"OW, FUUUCK!" he screamed and kicked his legs.

The movement made the whole thing worse, and Carlos tried to will his legs into staying still.

Just then a desperate cry reached the boys from somewhere else in the basement.

As James heard Logan scream that he was sorry for being such a naughty boy, the absolute insanity of the situation hit him once again.

When Kendall heard Logan's cry, he thought of the way Nikita had punished him in the school room, and guessed that something similar was happening to Logan. He felt his cheeks go red as the cry was followed by a loud whack, convincing Kendall he had been right.

"Sounds like Nikita's enjoying herself!" Arya giggled and continued on the last word of the dreaded motto.

x-x

Carlos was crying and heaving with hiccups, as Nikita pulled Logan to the room. He looked completely exhausted and his face was flushed a deep shade of red.

Nikita pushed Logan down on his bed, and he immediately jumped up, a howl of pain escaping him.

"Oh right" the black-haired girl taunted "I guess you would rather lie on your stomach for a while!"

Logan looked as his feet and placed himself on his bed, not willing to look at any of his friends. He felt utterly embarrassed, lying there with a sore and burning ass after being punished in a school styled room by a girl acting like a teacher! Somehow that was ten times more humiliating than being subjected to chemical burns or being cut with knives!

Arya was admiring her now finished work on Carlos, and went to get the camera on the table.

"Time to strike a pose boys..." she giggled and went to James.

He inhaled as she took a picture of the branding on his stomach, before she turned to Kendall. A mere look made him flip to his stomach, exposing the cuts on his back. Seeing what Carlos and Logan had just been through, subdued his defiance quite a bit!

Carlos was shaking with sobs and couldn't care less as Arya pulled at his boxers to make sure the top of the mantra could be seen on the picture as well.

When she rolled Logan over to get a picture of his arm, he flinched and shut his eyes tightly from the pain it caused to be forced on his back.

"Thank you for your cooperation, boys!" Arya exclaimed and bowed mockingly as she made it to the door.

Nikita eyed Logan, who was staring angrily back at her from his position on his stomach.

"You behave now!" she said, pointing at Logan, "comfort your friends if you need to! You won't get far if you try to run!" she continued, shaking the controller to the dog collars in one of her hands.

A quick shock made all four boys shake, and when the door slammed shut, an awkward silence spread through the room for a moment.

Then Logan stirred on his bed.

"I know a way out of here!"


Wow! Long chapter – and painful...

Geez! Will these boys ever catch a break! Well, Papi Garcia is on his way, so we'll see :)

I felt quite embarrassed writing some of the stuff in this chapter – but I gotta admit I like the result, tee hee ;) Even though I was being mean to the poor boys yet again...

As always I would love a review from you, with your thoughts :D

xo Rikke