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Logan cried out his body lurching forward. He was in a similar position as Carlos had been – his arms tied above his head, shirtless in a cold room. Blood poured from his back as he tightly scrunched his eyes closed; another yelp escaped his lips after the crack of the whip.
"Look at me," Her silky voice cut into his pain clouded mind. "Since you like to look me in the eye with so much confidence, look at me now." Another crack sounded and he yelled out loudly his eyes snapping open to meet his tormentors black pit eyes.
He tried to hold the gaze, he really did. "Hit him again, Maslow." Logan flinched just as the whip hit his back. No scream escaped his lips this time but his mouth opened with no sound. He forced his eyes open, and forced them to meet her suffocating gaze.
"That's good, Logan. Now look away." His eyes dropped and his body trembled in relief. "Now look at me, Logan." He raised his gaze again feeling completely defeated. Her smile grew as if reading his mind. "Good boy, Logie." He forced himself to not look away and flinched at her using his nickname. "You can look away now, Logan. I guess you do have a little common sense. I see you're also a very quick study as well." His eyes dropped he felt himself losing consciousness.
She isn't normal, was his final thought before falling into a painless dark embrace.
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"I'm scared, Kendall." James admitted truthfully watching his blond friend slowly turn to look at him. He wanted some reassuring that everything was going to be alright, but as the hours, maybe even days went by Kendall's optimism was fading.
They both were hungry and worried about Logan and Carlos. Their throats had grown scratchy and their mouths dry from dehydration. The room had grown horribly cold and both of their bodies shook.
"We're going to be fine." Kendall assured. He was afraid too, but another emotion burned in the center of his gut. Rage. He was angry, confused, and worried which all built up to the amount of rage he felt.
A moment later the tale-tail sound of the opening door greeted them, and they tensed. Heavy foot falls then Maslow appeared before them, right away beginning on James's restraints.
"What happened to our friends?" Kendall yelled angrily his voice bouncing off the walls. He wasn't expecting an answer.
"You'll find out." Maslow commented.
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James was having trouble walking, so it was no surprise that when he was pushed into a dining room he fell. The heavy wooden door was closed behind him.
Muscles stiff and achy, the boy pushed himself up from the floor. He gently shook his head to get rid of his dizziness.
"Water?" The teen quickly jumped back from the glass filled with water being shoved in his face. On his but now, he looked up towards the amused woman. She gently moved the glasses.
James licked his parched lips before reaching for the glass just as it was wrenched away again. He glared at her.
"I don't like that look, James." She told him simply. Brining the glass to her lips she took a long sip of the water.
"Then let us walk out of here, right here right now." James rose to his feet and easily towered over the woman. "Cause I'm not going to stop looking at you like this."
The woman's smile widened to show all thirty-two. "Oh really?" She crossed her arms. "I think I'll make you beg."
James stammered a little a taken back by her words. "I- I'm not afraid of you."
"Very well, James."
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He was being torn and ripped apart. He was screaming crying as each blow landed on his back, by the end he was begging for mercy. She had even gotten James to call her mistress.
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Carlos entered the room dressed in black slacks and red tinted bandages around his torso as a shirt, he limped over to Logan his brown eyes filled with worry as his eyes locked with the girl from before who had helped him with his back. She looked up at him and nodded moving aside for he could be beside his unconscious friend. She continued to work on his bloody mess of a back, laying green leaves over the torn back.
"He will be fine." The girl he had learned was named Calani told him. "Please be careful with your movements, you are not yet healed."
Carlos nodded and took a careful seat beside Logan patting his friend's hand. The other boy began to stir and like Carlos had quickly darted away. "It's me Logan, Carlos." The Latino caught his friend's eyes and smiled sadly.
Logan relaxed a little, relief clouding his gaze. Then his eyes darted to the girl beside Carlos his body tensing again. "She's helping you, Logan." Carlos explained. "Now turn back over for she can fix you up."
Reluctantly, Logan moved back to his stomach, sucking in breath when another leaf was added to his back.
"A- Are you alright, Carlos?" Logan asked his voice muffed by the covers on the bed.
Carlos nodded but realized Logan wasn't looking at him. "I'm fine… I mean my back hurts a lot but yours does too. I'm fine."
Logan laughed quickly regretting it as pain shot up his back.
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A day and a half later Carlos and Logan were looking out of the window. It was too far up to even consider it a way of escape. They were trying to determine their location by looking outside, but all they could see was rolling hills and trees. It was a sunny day and the birds flew by the window signifying freedom, something they did not have.
They heard the bedroom door open and Calani walked in, and held their door open as Maslow walked in, the limp bloody body of an unconscious James over his shoulder. The boys quickly moved towards him as Maslow sat his body on one of the four beds in the room.
The man left without another word and Calani quickly got working on his torn back. Carlos and Logan stood back careful to not get in the way as she worked. They were worried but certain he would be fine, his lashes looked a little worse than theirs though.
"I guess we only have to wait on Kendall now." Carlos mumbled softly.
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