Victor sat on the cold cement floor of the room they had been locked in. The barred door gave them a taunting view of a field.
Logan looked to the room they were held in. It was almost as small as their cabin in Canada. A patlet of blankets on the floor, a bucket of water in the corner, presumably their toilet. Another bowl of water with some soap.
Jimmy looked back to his brother. He could feel his seething anger.
"Vi-"
"Don't say a word to me." he continued to glare through the bars, "I'm trying to relax and you reminding me you exist isn't helping."
Logan paused to think of any words he could produce to help his brother relax, "At least we have a view?"
Victor turned and looked to him, utterly unamused, "I'm gonna beat your ss, but if I do it now I'd probably hurt you far more than intended. So I suggest you not talk to me right now."
Nothing of that statement made Logan feel any better. Except that Victor was taking a moment to calm down.
x
Logan just looked to his brother and shifted uncomfortably. Victor had gone from staring past the bars to staring through him.
"Are you going to stare at me the whole time we're here?" he muttered, mainly to himself but he was sure his brother probably heard him.
"Why do you think we're here?" he glared.
"Because that giant threw us in here."
"He had to get to us somehow, didn't he?"
The younger man threw his hands in the air in defeat, "What do you want me to say? That it was my fault?!"
"It was your fault! What do you think I want you to say!?"
"It wouldn't have happened if you wouldn't always treat me like a kid!" The second that word exited his mouth Victor was on him.
"I treat you like a kid!? That's gonna be what you say to me in this situation!?" he grabbed his brother by the shirt, bringing him eye to eye, "Ok, I'll show you how kids get treated." he pushed him down into the floor, face first.
"Hey! Don't do that!" he blushed as his brother snapped the suspenders, pulling his trousers down.
"Kids get their bare butts spanked for being bad," he slapped him hard enough to leave a near perfect hand print, "Kids need to be taken to the shed for being stupid!"
The first hit wasn't registered by Logan, the second hit had him gasping and trying to crawl away, "Victor stop!"
"Kids can't accept responsibility for their actions and blame others!" he smacked him again. Logan yelped and pushed at his brother best I could, "Kids can't follow simple instructions!"
"OW! OK! I get what you're trying to say!" he squirmed under the weight of the elder sibling.
"And what am I trying to say? Huh, smart guy?!"
He bit his lip and flinched, feeling the blood rushing to his exposed backside, "That I shouldn't have gone!"
"And?" he slammed his palm into Logan's thigh.
"There's more?" he flinched from that particularly hard hit.
"What? Is there more?" Now Vic was pissed. He started raining down hit after hit after hit on his struggling brother's upturned butt.
"AH! Victor stop!" Logan pushed and pulled as best he could. Victor was still stronger than him and was easily able to pin him for the tortuous punishment, "I shouldn't have gone! I should have listened to you!"
"Yeah, keep going!"
He bit his lip as his eyes welled dangerously high, "I'm sorry."
"Be happy I'm not wearing a belt or you have no idea how sorry you would be," he smack him again before climbing off his back and grabbing his shirt, "I may be a hypocrite but at least I'm old enough to know when things sound too good to be true, they are!" he slapped his butt several more times before letting him go and going back to his spot.
Logan merely held his sizzling bottom and sobbed quietly while biting his lip. His hands almost felt on fire just touching the red flesh of his rear.
The older brother simply glared out at the bars, ignoring his brother's pained sobs and sniffing. He had all but calmed down until the brat essentially blamed him for them being trapped in this cell. Hearing that just sent him off the deep end. He tried to take care of him and he couldn't even follow a simple direction of 'stay away from the redheaded creep that's stalking our place of work.' Now they were in this mess.
X
A few hours went by and Logan had healed physically from the attack. He was still afraid of his brother. He also had to pee really badly.
Some steps could be heard down the hall walking towards their room. Within seconds a smiling face peeked into their room.
"Hello my little fighters," Barqee smiled in, "I wanted to go over some rules with you. Apologies for the livings quarters. It's only temporary anyhow."
Both of them glared at him.
"Well I'm sure you've gotten to know your shared space quite well by now. The bucket serves as a chamber pot for you both, and that tube in the corner is where you dump the used water at the end of the night. But you get a special privilege. If you're well behaved you get to use the regular bathroom down here. If not then you'll be sticking with the bucket."
Vic scoffed and turned away.
"No need for such a cold shoulder," he smiled, "I brought you both food. You see that bowl with water? Wash your hands and I'll give you your meal."
"What's this about a bathroom?" Logan glanced to him, "I gotta take a leak."
"Vulgar," the man turned a nose up, "going to teach you both some manners," he crooked a finger.
Logan looked to his brother before walking over to the barred door.
The giant unlocked it and quickly snatched Logan by the neck, pulling him out and setting the food down before relocking it and dragging him down the hall.
"In you go," he tossed him into the doorless loo.
"Care to turn away, bub?"
"Not at all," he scoffed, "Now do your business."
So much for privacy. He quickly relieved himself and washed his hands before being snatched by the collar again and toss back into their cell.
"I will retrieve you both for a little fun later. Eat up, you'll need your strength."
Logan glanced to the food. It was a plentiful meal of three items. They wouldn't starve at least.
X
Several hours passed before Barqee returned, "Time to get to work boys."
"Whats this work?"
"What I guaranteed. Fighting," he unlocked the door, "Come."
"Not happening," Victor glared.
"You think I won't just carry you?" he scoffed, "Save yourself some dignity by dismissing your pride. It doesn't matter to me if you walk or if I drag both of you by the ankles there."
Victor growled at him, narrowing his eyes.
"A fight is what you want, it'll be what you get," he smiled and walked in.