A/N It's on time! Woo!

WARNING: This chapter contains quite graphic torture, it was pretty hard to write.

Though I should point out that no Ianto's were harmed during the making of this chapter. Asif I would...

Gwen tapped her fingers nervously on her desk, glancing at her phone for what had to be the hundredth time in a minute. Ianto had been gone for over an hour now and she still hadn't heard anything from him.

Ten minutes. She'd give it ten minutes and if she didn't hear anything in those ten minutes she'd tell Jack.

She let her eyes drift towards Jack's office and chewed her lip anxiously. A lot could happen in ten minutes...

No. She wouldn't betray Ianto's trust like that unless she really had to.

Another three minutes passed and still not a word from Ianto. She sighed and attempted to distract herself doodling on the set of post-it notes on her desk. She was so wrapped up in her own little world trying not to think about the Welshman that she didn't hear the heavy footsteps approach her from behind.

"Gwen?" Jack said softly, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder when she shrieked in surprise. "You okay?"

Gwen spun around in her chair, her eyes wide and her hands clasped over her heart. "Jesus, Jack! Give a girl some warning next time!"

Jack chuckled fondly and raised an eyebrow "And is there any particular reason you're looking so guilty Gwen Cooper? Sorry, Gwen Williams"

Gwen opened and closed her mouth a few times before giving up and smiling sheepishly "That obvious?"

Jack smirked "Uh huh"

Sighing, Gwen fought a silent battle in her mind over whether she should make up some ridiculous story or just come out with the truth. As always, her conscience won.

She turned to Jack and gestured to his office, her heart pounding.

"You might want to sit down for this..."

**

Ianto woke to find himself in a white room. A blindingly white room.

And Ianto hated white. You could never get the stains out of white.

He lifted an arm up to cover his eyes but instantly regretted it when he felt a sharp surge of pain in his side. Groaning, he rolled over and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to remember how he got there in the first place. He remembered talking to Jack. He remembered talking to Gwen. He remembered coming home and...

"Eye candy, you're awake"

Ah, yes. That...

He blinked a few times and attempted to locate the source of the voice. He could just about make out the shape of John sat on a chair a few metres away but it hurt too much to focus. In the end he gave up and just closed his eyes again, maybe he could just pretend to be asleep and John wouldn't hurt him.

Or not. Within seconds John was on his feet, grabbing a handful of Ianto's hair in his fist and yanking his head back. Ianto sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth as his head throbbed in agony. He tried to reach behind him to push John away but that only sent another wave of searing pain through his body and John was not showing any mercy.

"You see, Ianto Jones," John hissed in his ear "I've been playing nice up until now, been the perfect boyfriend you might say" He gave a sharp tug on Ianto's hair, eliciting a gasp from the younger man "Gave you everything you wanted I did, gave up my whole life for you. But now," without warning he drew a small scalpel from his pocket, gave another harsh tug on Ianto's hair and sliced the instrument across his cheek, tearing through the tender flesh. A strangled cry followed by a string of expletives escaped Ianto's lips and he began struggling desperately against John's hold. "Now, you've hurt my feelings Ianto Jones"

"Please, John," Ianto croaked out "Stop"

John laughed bitterly and released Ianto's hair, letting his body fall to the floor with a thump.

"And you know what the worst part is?" John continued, stepping around Ianto's body so he was looming over him "I really did love you, Ianto, but that wasn't enough was it?"

Ianto watched him through heavy eyes, anxiously awaiting his next move. His body was numb with pain and he could taste blood and bile in the back of his throat. Dying would be like heaven right now.

John was still watching him and he figured he was probably meant to say something.

"I'm sorry, John" he whispered, praying John heard him so he didn't have to repeat it.

John's face hardened and suddenly Ianto was being pulled to his feet and shoved into the nearest wall. Ianto had little time to recover before a harsh smack round the face knocked him back to the floor. John was at his side in an instant, gripping his jaw with one hand and forcing Ianto to face him.

"Darling, I will make you so sorry," John hissed "In fact, I'll make sure you never forget how fucking sorry you are" That was the only warning he got before John picked up the scalpel from the floor, raised it above his head and plunged it straight into Ianto's thigh.

"JesusFuckingChrist!" Ianto screamed out loud, gripping onto John's arms as his body spasmed in agony. If he'd thought he was in pain thirty seconds ago it was nothing compared to now, his whole body pulsing, burning, suffocating. The spasms slowly turned into desperate sobs and John watched through cold eyes as Ianto's body fell limp into his lap. He waited a few moments for Ianto to slip out of consciousness before he stood up, spared Ianto one last glance and left the room.

Ianto was drifting. He barely registered John's legs moving from beneath him and his head hitting the cold, hard floor before everything was black.

And Ianto could finally get some peace.

TBC.