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Carlos was now in a stone room, so cold he could see his breath. His shirtless chest and arms were covered in chill bumps, but he barely noticed the cold. Instead his full attention was on remaining on his tip toes to keep the metal cuffs attaching him to the ceiling from cutting his wrists. Bright red blood already raced down his arms and dripped to the floor. He closed his eyes and took a shaky breath.

"You've been bad, Carlos." He could hear the woman behind him fumbling with something. "I asked you to do something, you should have complied." She was scolding him. "I like you Carlos. I picked you first because you would be easy to break."

Carlos whimpered focusing on keeping on his tip toes. "You have to let us go." He cried.

"I don't have to do anything." Her tone hardened. "Brace yourself, Carlos."

He hadn't braced himself, and he couldn't have for the hot burning pain that assaulted his back, when the woman's whip hit him. His mouth opened and a gut wrenching screamed tore from him and his body lurched forward.

"P-please," he moaned. His pleads were on met by the crack of the whip and another long whip on his back.

By the time the woman took a break his back was no longer recognizable, now a bloody mess and his screams had been reduced to pain filled grunts. Tears and snot coated his face and he flinched expecting another lash, but it never came.

"How are you feeling, Carlos?" The woman's voice was calm but made him tense and a sob escape his lips.

"I-I…" He tried to organize his thoughts. Afraid that if he waited too long to answer her she would hit him again. "It hurts," he answered truthfully.

"Do you want me to hit you again?" She asked dangerously.

"What… what is it you want from me?" He asked his pulse going crazy again.

"I would like an apology, Carlos." The woman answered simply. He could feel her patting the back of his head. It frightened him but oddly it felt nice.

"I'm… I'm sorry." He told her. "I'm so sorry for… disobeying you?"

"Good boy," she cooed.

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"I'm worried about, Carlos." Logan broke the tense quiet. "I'm telling you I heard him scream." Tears were filling the boy's eyes.

"That wasn't him." Kendall assured even though he wasn't really sure.

"Then what is taking so long for him to get back here?" James asked still tugging at his restraints. His tugs weaker now from exhaustion and his hands coated in his own blood.

"He's fine guys." Kendall snapped. "We're all going to be fine." He was not in the mood to think negatively.

Down the hall they heard the grating scrapping again. They all sat up a little taller expecting to see Carlos, but only Maslow greeted them.

"What happened to, Carlos?" Kendall exclaimed angrily.

Maslow ignored him his eyes going between James and Logan, finally settling on Logan. He moved forward beginning to undo Logan's restraints.

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Carlos slowly opened his eyes feeling hands on him, had him attempting to move away thinking there were the hands of the woman who had hurt him. He whimpered scooting away from the hands across the bed he was laying on.

"I'm not Madam." A female voice gently told him. Frowning, Carlos slowly looked up towards this new voice, taking in the young woman he had never seen before. Her hair was a soft light brown in a bun on the top of her head, and her grey eyes regarded him emphatically. "Please calm down. I'm cleaning the wounds on your back. They are nasty and could get infected."

To tired and afraid to really fight, he collapsed back on his stomach, tears flowing down his cheeks again. Something cool and gentle touched his inflamed back making him moan.

"Why is she…?" He couldn't finish his sentence because of the lump that had formed in his throat.

"It would better for you to not question her." The girl told him. His body shook with a sob. "I can tell you though… she enjoys the company of human males."

Carlos confused but not really caring to hear a explanation for her words right now, pressed his face into the blanket underneath him.

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Logan turned around glared as soon as he was shoved into the bare room. "What happened to Carlos?" The boy made his tone as intimidating as he could.

Maslow simply stared at him, his indifference making Logan's confidence vanish. "Worry about yourself." The man then backed out closing the wooden door behind him.

Logan quickly ran to the closed door trying the handle finding it locked. He angrily began banging on the closed door. "Let me out." He yelled.

He tried kicking and banging until it became to tiring. He backed away from the closed door breathing heavily. A moment later the closed door opened and in walked the woman from before.

Logan tensed and took a few more quick steps away from her.

"You enjoy being an intellectual don't you?" The woman asked her arms crossing over her chest.

Logan frowned. Why? "I suppose I do…" He looked her in the eye because he remembered that was one of the rules. Rule one, do not look madam in the eye.

"Then it is more book smarts, then common sense?" A wicked grin had appeared on the woman's face and for some reason Logan found it hard to keep her gaze. "Common sense, if you had it, would be telling you that you're skating on thin ice, Logan."

Though he was completely unnerved he refused to look away, and for some reason the woman's black eyes developed a spark. Logan finally looked away feeling as if looking at her had drained him. He felt his legs grow weak and he collapsed.

"What in the heck did you do?" He clutched at his throat and whimpered when he felt like his lungs had caught fire.

The woman's smile turned wider… more cynical.

"Very well, Logie." Her laugh filled the room.

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