Kendall didn't even have time to react before Marcus made a move straight for him, gripping a piece of rope in one hand. Logan, who was holding onto Kendall, was backhanded onto the floor with a yelp of pain.

"Hey! What the fu-" Kendall started to yell, but his cussing was stopped short when Marcus jerked him up by the arm and yanked his wrists behind his back, resulting in a scream of agony from the injured blonde. He almost fell down, but before his knees could hit the ground, Marcus pulled him back up and knotted his hands together with the rough strand of rope, rendering him helpless. Kendall let out a sob. He had never experienced so much pain in his lifetime. His loud struggling awoke James, and Alex noticed the pretty boy's presence with a mixture of disdain and amusement.

"Wh-what's happening?" James muttered, watching Kendall bawl his eyes out, his arms tied tightly behind his back. His mind was foggy and drowsy. He wanted to get up and help, but he found himself frozen in Carlos' arms, his head spinning wildly as his best friend suffered in front of him.

"Get up, pretty boy," Alex shouted. James blinked, leaning against Carlos' chest. Carlos wrapped his arms around him, holding him as protectively as he could.

"He's sick, can't you see that?" Carlos said acidly, sneering at Alex. Alex laughed, because he couldn't care less how James was feeling. In fact, he was glad the little diva was suffering. It made his job that much more fun.

"Hey Marcus, we got a disobeyer, and the little one is talkin' back!" Alex said. Marcus looked up from Kendall and pushed him to the ground as if he were a ragdoll. He walked over to where Carlos held James, who was barely conscious.

"Well punish 'em then!" Marcus said, his grin growing even wider, showing every one of his dirty teeth.

Without warning, Alex pulled out the unexpected; a red pocket knife. In a moments flash, the gleaming silver blade extracted with a flick of the thugs wrist as he inched closer to the two crying boys on the floor.

"Oh my God, Kendall-Kendall what is he doing?" Logan asked in a panicked voice, watching the scene start to unfold in front of him. He had the sickest feeling in his gut. Something really bad was about to go down.

"What are you doing with that?" Kendall yelled from his unhelpful position across the room. He instinctively fought against his bonds, which only made his wrist throb excruciatingly more. "Stop it! Don't go near them!" Kendall yelled hoarsely. Alex ignored him. Despite being ill, James quickly changed positions with Carlos, hiding him behind his back, practically laying on him to protect him from the blade.

"Marcus, get the little one. I'll take care of pretty boy," Alex said.

"No," James said pitifully when Carlos was snatched away from him. Marcus held him forcefully, laughing as Alex grabbed James' arm.

"Please don't, he's hurt!" Kendall screamed, thinking about James' already festering burn. He didn't need an injury on top of that one. Alex ignored Kendall and kneeled in front of James, who tried futilely to thrash away, but he was too weak. Alex grabbed his uninjured arm and pressed the edge of the blade to his delicate tanned skin.

"I'm gonna enjoy watching you bleed, pretty boy," Alex said. James cringed, waiting for the pain to come. He hated blood, even the sight of his own blood made him want to faint.

"You're insane!" Carlos cried from Marcus' grasp as he thrashed around, trying to kick the bigger man off of him.

"Carlos, look away!" Kendall yelled. "James, it's okay buddy, we're right here, don't w-"

Kendall's encouragement was cut off with the sound of James yelling out, his head thrown back in pain. Alex was creating shallow incisions up and down James' arm. Blood began to trickle out a little bit too quickly down the shaking limb. Kendall felt sick at the sight. He chanced a look at his sister, who was still passed out from sickness and exhaustion. He prayed she would not wake up and have to endure this torture, or even hear it.

As James was being cut, Carlos was thrown to the floor. Marcus yanked his pants down, making Carlos scream and squirm.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Kendall snarled at Marcus. The thug was way out line now. Kendall was answered with the sound of leather hitting bare skin, followed immediately by quiet sobbing. Marcus was wasting no time in giving Carlos a whipping for his punishment. Kendall lost count of how many times his innocent best friend was whipped. He closed his eyes, wishing this could all just stop, as the sounds of his best friend's pained cries filled the air.

When Marcus was through with beating Carlos, he kicked his limp body towards Logan, who scrambled to pull up his pants and gathered him up in his arms. Carlos' face lay hot and heavy on Logan's chest, tears dampening his shirt immediately. All Logan could think to do was rock him. He was afraid that every move he might make would result in a punishment from Alex and Marcus, and he eyed the two bullies warily. Alex was still torturing James, only he stopped the cutting and was now just taunting him for his looks. Logan couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop it! Just stop!" Logan screeched. Kendall and Carlos stared at Logan, silently begging him to be quiet. Alex looked up from James, obviously pleased that he had another one to punish, his maniac grin plastered to his face.

"No, no not Logie," Kendall whispered. He groaned out loud at his helpless state. If only his arms were untied, he would be beating the living crap out of Alex and Marcus right now.

Logan squeaked, instantly regretting his words when Marcus and Alex both approached him. His heart pounding nervously in his chest, he looked around the room, searching for a way out. James, Carlos and Logan were shouting at Alex and Marcus to stay away from him, but of course, they ignored the three teenagers, ready to pounce on their prey like lions on a baby gazelle.

Logan did the first thing that came to his mind to save himself: Run. He was the fastest player on their hockey team back home in Minnesota, with a small, lightweight body and long, muscular legs. Whenever bullies would pick on him, he never fought back, he'd always just run. So the small boy jumped to his feet and made a break for the door, without any idea where he would go. He just knew he had to run and get away from those two psychopaths before they could hurt him, and only in the way back of his mind he knew that when they did find him, his punishment would be 10 times worse.

A/N OK everybody, I want you to suggest what could happen to Logan for running away! I have a few ideas in mind but I want to know what you guys would like to see happen and how bad I should make it. Let me know in a review! Thanks for reading!