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Hell
It is - with an admittedly heavy heart - that Frost chains the kid's wrists to the ceiling. Despite the fact that his balls and ego still hurt from the boy's stunt at the bank, and the kid's attitude was uncooperative on the best days - Frost had grown to, if not like, at least respect the kid for his strength of character.
A strength he and his boys were about to put to the test.
Once he's sure the bonds are secure, he removes the bag from the boy's head. Instantly - the boy glances around the dimly lit small space and those in it, not even bothering to test his bonds. When he's done his assessment he meets Frost's eyes; raising his eyebrow in an evident display of annoyance. "Really? You brought me to a tiny place filled with weapons and only one shitty light-bulb. Could you at least try to be a bit more original?"
Frost can't help but let out a chuckle. "Save your sense of humor kid. You might not have any left when this is over."
A slight smirk devoid of humor curls Harry's lips: "We'll see."
To that, Frost could only nod - throwing the first punch. The boy's head swings at the contact, a bit of blood spilling from his split lip - but he makes no sound; green eyes quickly looking back at Frost in a silent dare. Frost responds by delivering three sharp punches to the boy's stomach. When Harry's body merely folds into itself slightly and the boy still doesn't make a sound, Frost gestures for Buddy to come over.
They rain down on the boy furiously - only taking care to not break of puncture anything as the Queen still wanted him to be able to walk properly. By the time they pull away the boy is spitting out a fair amount of blood; his face decorated with forming bruises. To Frost's disbelief, the kid smiles at them. "S' that all you've got?"
With the boss's word in mind, Buddy hands Frost a wooden baseball bat - and they begin to swing. Frost stops Buddy when he hears a few of the boy's ribs crack: "Enough." Obediently, Buddy halted mid-swing, stepping back as Frost stepped forward, brows furrowed as he assessed the kid. Burning eyes meet his unflinchingly and Frost can't help but let out a low whistle: "Jesus kid, where the fuck have you been?"
"Hell." the boy grunts out - and Frost is not quite sure what to think when he realizes there's no humor or sarcasm in Harry's voice. Then, a shiver runs down his spine as those eyes gained an edge that reminded Frost frighteningly of war Vets after they came home. "Every fucking path in it."
Frost did not reply verbally; standing to unbind the kid's wrists. The boy staggers forward when they fall down - probably having lost most feeling in them - but catches himself. The boy then proceeds to twirl his wrists and flex his fingers until he seems to get enough feeling to prod his stomach gently, only the slightest twitches revealing his pain -
As if still managing to stand wasn't fucking Wolverine enough already.
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