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I woke up when I heard a door slamming. I sat up and saw that Marcus wasn't in his bed and that his bathroom door was closed. I sighed and looked at my lap, a smile crossing my face when I saw my bear. I picked it up and just held it in my hands, moving my thumbs under its arms to make them move. "Aww, how sweet." I dropped the bear and whipped my head to see Marcus standing in the bathroom door with nothing covering him at all. "Put everything back in that bag you brought." He ordered as he walked to his wardrobe. I did what he told me to do and I looked at him when I'd finished. "Come here." He ordered as he tilted his head towards the bed. I gulped and stood up slowly, nearly falling when the chains around my ankles pulled. Marcus snorted and walked to me, taking off the chains.

I stood still before him and I only closed my eyes when his hand became present on my hip. I moved when he pushed me back slowly and I fell onto the mattress when my knee's hit the bed. Marcus stood above me and he stared at me, not blinking. I clenched my hands and my eyes darted around the room, I was extremely uncomfortable under his gaze. He grabbed my ankles in his hand in a quick move and he pushed me so my head was at the foot of the bed and my feet were by the pillows. I gasped in shock and he grabbed my right wrist before securing it in the cuff there before doing the same to my left.

"You're going to the science house today, they're picking you up about 7 tonight. It's 10 now, we only have 9 hours left." Marcus traced patterns over my chest with a finger before he straddled my hips. "I'm not going to be the only person today, Darrell and John are helping me. They'll be up in a bit." My breath hitched, remembering my first day in the basement. I laid in silence as Marcus traced things on my chest.

The door to his room opened and I turned my head to see Darrell and John there, Grant behind them carrying a heavy looking chest with little effort. "Ah, got him ready for us have you?" John asked as he got closer to the bed and my muscles stiffened, he was the worst out of the three. Marcus got off my hips but he sat on the bed by my hip. John looked down at me before he put a hand on my throat, making me close my eyes and my breath hitch. "Flinchy isn't he?" John mocked and Darrell laughed.

"He's not usually like that, he was good yesterday." Marcus defended me and I felt his hand running over my hips affectionately.

"Can you pass me the knife grant?" My eyes shot open and I stared at Darrell, why did he want a knife? Grant opened the box and passed Darrell a knife and I caught his eye, noting the concerned look I received. Marcus and John moved away from me so Darrell could get to me. "This is going to hurt." He stated before he stabbed the knife into my shoulder. I screamed at the pain and I gripped the bed sheets in my hands. Darrell dragged the knife downwards and I breathed heavily. He brought the knife out of my skin and I felt blood seep from the cut and a few drops of blood fell off the knife onto my chest. I swallowed and groaned in pain when the cut started to throb. "Open his hand Grant." I felt Grant grab my hand and open it.

I looked at him and saw pity in his eyes before I saw something silver in my hand, then I felt the pain. I screamed as what happened registered in my mind, Darrell has just stabbed a knife into my hand! "Undo the cuff Grant." Grant unlocked the cuff around my left wrist and I tried to move my hand to my chest but I felt something move in my hand. Darrell grabbing my wrist and picked it up while holding the knife still. I sobbed and screamed as the knife went cleanly through my hand, blood pooling through the entry and exit hole.

"Get the ring gag." I barely made out the words as the throbbing in my hand took over my senses. John stood by my head and rested his elbow on my forehead, effectively stopping my from moving my head any way. I felt Darrell force my mouth open by putting pressure on both sides of my jaw and slipping the ring into my mouth and buckling it around my head, making my mouth stay open. I groaned when my mouth was opened uncomfortably and a sob left my mouth when I felt my jaw click. John took his elbow off my head and I moved my head to the side to try and get whatever was holding my jaw open out of my mouth. I tried to close my mouth but I cried in pain when it dug into the roof of my mouth and the copper taste of blood hit my tongue.

"Dinner is ready master." I looked to the door to see Gloria standing there with a haunted look in her eyes. John, Darrell and Marcus left the room taking Gloria with them.

I closed my eyes and let the pain from my shoulder, hand and mouth wash my senses. My eyes shot open when something cold was put onto my head. "Shh, it's just me." I looked up at Grant and blinked, feeling my eyes pool with tears. "Don't cry, they don't like that." He told me gently and he walked to my side and slowly lowered himself so he was sitting my me on the bed. "I'm sorry for passing him the tools, but if I don't they'll tell the government about Gloria." I nodded once to show that I understood. I tried to swallow but it was difficult and I coughed, making my body convulse and my hand clench around the knife which sent waves of pain down my shoulder. Grant put a hand on my chest and my hand, making it stay open. "Deep breaths Riker, deep breaths." I did what he told me and he smoothed my hair. We stayed in silence for a while before he looked straight into my eyes. "Try not to make a sound." I nodded once and he carefully loosened the thing on my jaw so my mouth closed slightly. I closed my eyes and sighed, it felt a bit better.

The door opened and Grant stood up from the bed. I saw Darrell walk in before John and Marcus. Marcus held my gaze when we made eye contact and I gasped when something was suddenly put on my chest. I looked to see that John had put a silver tray on my chest, and that he had something in his hand. I squinted my eyes only for them to fly open when I saw that he had pliers in his hands. He gave me his full attention for a few seconds before he smirked. "Have you ever had a tooth removed?" My breath hitched and I hoped to goodness that he wasn't going to do what I thought he was. "Will you hold his head for me Marcus? Darrell, hold his wrist to." I felt Darrell grab my wrist and a dull ache raced up my arm before Marcus grabbed my head and held it tightly. I looked up at marcus before I clenched my eyes closed.

I grabbed some of the bed sheets in my hand and braced myself for pain. The pliers scraped against my gums as he tried to select a tooth. My eyes flew open and I screamed in pain, he had suddenly selected a tooth and yanked it downwards. The copper taste of blood hit my tongue in waves that were to fast to swallow. I felt the pliers scrape against my tooth, the same tooth but on the opposite side of my mouth. The pliers gripped my tooth tightly and John pulled downwards slowly, making the pain worse as I felt my gums hold on the tooth break. I breathed heavily through my nose as the tooth was taken from my gum slowly, waves of pain pulsing through my mouth.

When the tooth was out of my mouth Marcus released my head but Darrell kept a tight hold on my wrist. "Hold his hand open Grant." I jerked my arm back weakly but it made no difference as Grant opened my hand and held it on the mattress. I closed my eyes and waited for what John was going to do to me. A scream tore through my throat when I felt something go through my other hand and I looked over to see another knife through my hand. "That's good." John announced and Darrell let go of my wrist.

John got off my hips and stood by Marcus and Darrell to survey me. "Did they say they needed holes in his feet to?" Darrell asked and I stared at him.

"No, it was just the hands. Oh, and Lewis phoned this morning. He's coming for him at 4 instead of 7, its 3 now." John answered and Marcus seemed deflated but I was happy, I only had to stay in this hell for another hour. "Do you want to do anything to him? We still have to write what we want them to do when he's there."

"Bring everything up here, let him hear what they're going to do to him." Darrell suggested and the other two nodded in agreement. "Grant, go and get some paper and a pen for us." Grant walked out of the room and threw a sympathetic look at me when he was turning out of the door.

I laid my head on the mattress as waves of pain radiated through my body and mouth. I moved my tongue to the empty gaps where my teeth were and felt tears pool in my eyes, knowing they were gone was one thing but actually feeling a gap there made it more real. Grant came back into the room carrying a pen and an A4 notebook in his hands before he put them in front of Marcus, John and Darrell.

"Now, we want them to see how much exercise a human body can endure don't we?" John asked and the others nodded their agreement. John put the book onto my stomach and used me as a table. "Shall we let them use him as a demonstration for how to remove a spleen or something?" I felt myself pale and I swallowed when I heard Darrell and Marcus hum their agreements. I closed my eyes and blocked out what they were saying, but that meant that the pain was at the front of my mind. I can live with that.

The front door knocked and Marcus had Grant go and answer it, then to bring the visitor up to the room. "Lewis." Marcus greeted loudly and the notebook was taken of my body.

I heard a whistle and I turned my head to see a new man with light brown hair standing between Marcus and John. "I see you've put the holes in his hands like I asked." I shiver ran down my spine, his voice was deep and gravely. The type of voice that made you scared the second you hear it. "That's good." The men turned as Grant walked into the room with a small bag in his hand. The new man took something out of the bag and I squinted my hand to try and see what it was. The thing split in half so the a flat circle was on the top with a cylinder shape was attached to it, and there was a identical part of the same thing. He walked over to me and looked at my hand. "It should have been a bit smaller, but that's what I have large and small for." I was confused but I guessed that would happen a lot. The man grabbed the knife in my hand and pulled it out easily making me gasp in pain. "Slave, hold his hand for me." Grant took my hand and when the new man turned his back he squeezed it lightly and I looked up at him, seeing him mouth look at me. The new man poured something onto my hand and it burnt the open hole before I felt him slide something through the top of my hand. I whimpered when I felt heat radiating from the identical part under my hand before it was slid into the part already in place. The man pulled something from his back pocket and put it on the flat part on top of my hand, he pressed a button on what he was holding and pulled back, the flat thing on my hand sticking to it so my hand followed. I tensed when a new wave of pain travelled through my hand and then the man hit the button again, releasing my hand and making it drop to the mattress weakly. The man did the same to my other hand and I didn't make a sound or move, I was exhausted. The man patted my head and smoothed my hair. "Take the thing away from his mouth." I watched the man walk out of the room with Marcus, John and Darrell before they closed and locked the door.

I flinched when I felt a hand on the back of my head where the buckle of the strap was. I looked back at Grant and he smiled at me sadly. "I'm sorry baby but you have to try and open your mouth more for me to get this thing out." I fully opened my mouth and he took the thing out of my mouth gently and I closed my mouth, wincing as my jaw clicked and ached. Grant helped me roll onto my side before he sat by me and smoothed his hand through my hair. "I'm sorry for helping them, but they're holding our agreement about Gloria against me." I nodded in understanding, it didn't look like she could cope if she was in the same position I was in. I closed my eyes and breathed through my nose.

I opened my eyes and sighed, looking up at Grant. "Do you know what they'll do to me?" I asked weakly and my voice cracked.

"From what I heard its going to be exercise related tasks." I knew that he was holding something back, I'd heard them say something about practise surgery but I didn't want to think about that.

"I was good in gym, I was the best at track and gymnastics." I said more to myself before I went into a coughing fit.

Grant sat me up quickly and rubbed my back. My coughs stopped after a while and I slumped against Grant, I was exhausted. "Wait here." I nodded, I couldn't move if I wanted to. I watched Grant walk to the mattress I slept on and he poured me a small glass of fizzy drink. He walked back to me and sat down my me. "Small sips." He ordered gently and I followed his advise, closing my eyes in bliss as the cool drink slid down my throat. Grant put the glass on the floor and pulled me to his chest. I closed my eyes and I couldn't help but think of ma's hugs and I let my memories take over my mind for a few moments before I was ripped out of them with Grant gently laying me down on the bed and walking to the corner. I was confused but I understood why he moved when I heard the lock of the door click out of place.

The man walked in with a few metal poles and long chains. He walked over to me and picked up my right hand harshly and put one of the poles to the metal thing in my hand. "Do the button for me." He ordered someone and I felt something hold my hand to the pole before the man did the same to mt left hand. He picked up the other pole he hand it I noticed there was a loop on both ends of it. He wrapped one loop around my neck and I realised it was a collar. He put the other loop around the pole on my hands before he wrapped a chain around the poles. "Get up." I looked at him and pain flared in my neck and I gasped in pain. "Never give your master eye contact. Now, get up." I breathed deeply and I struggled to stand on my feet. The man started to walk to the door and I followed before my head turned to my bag. I opened my mouth to speak but I saw Grant pick it up and he followed us. The man lead me down the hall, the stairs and out of the door into the

snow filled air. When did it start snowing?

The man pushed me into the back of a van and locked the chain onto a lock on the wall of the van before he slammed the door, darkness enveloping me. I pulled my knee's to my chest and I tried to lean my head on them but it was difficult with the pole's on my hands and neck. I looked to the side when the doors were open and I flinched when Marcus was there.

"I'm sorry for giving you away, but I'll still come to visit you. I'll miss you." He moved to close the door but he left it open and I saw Grant with my bag in his hands.

Marcus walked away and Grant slid my bag towards me. "Good luck baby, keep your hopes up." I smiled my thanks at him and he smiled back sadly before he closed the door.

I sighed and leant my head against the van's wall. The engine started and the van began to move. I laughed once bitterly, this was like the day I was taken away. There was one difference though.

I was happy to get away from this place.

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