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【7】

"Get your filthy hands off me!" Matt shouted. One of the soldiers scoffed and looked at another. "Brits har jeg rett?" he joked. The other soldier laughed and nodded. Matt kicked and puched. One of the soldiers held his gun to Matt's head. Matt stopped struggling and kept walking. "This is your new cell." one of the soldiers said. Matt looked up to see a glass container. The glass was thick, so he couldn't break it. It looked like a glass container. He knew exactly what it was. The soldiers threw Matt inside and shut the door, locking it behind him. "LET ME GO YOU SICK FUCKS!" Matt shouted. One soldier looked at the other. "Hørte du det?" he asked. The other one shrugged and chuckled. Matt grumbled. He sat down on the cold floor and tried to remember what he had said to Edd. "What was it again? Dammit brain.." he muttered. The soldier turned to Matt. "SILENT!" He shouted. Matt crossed his arms. "Now you hear me." he thought.

Tom woke up to a bright light.
Again.
"What's with these people and lights?" he thought to himself. He blinked and looked around. "Ah, Thomas. You are awake." Tom whipped his head to the direction of the voice. "You!" he snarled, "What'd you do to me!?" Tord chuckled. "Just a few body modifications to make you fit to be my," he got closer to Tom and lifted his face up with his chin. "pet." he finished. Tom growled.
"What do you mean, "body modifications?""
"Take a look."
Tom looked around for a mirror. He saw a tall one in the corner and walked over to it and gasped. He covered his chest with his arms. "I-I.." he whispered to himself, covering his mouth. Tord laughed a little. "What is it Tom? Are you offended?" he teased. Tom turned to Tord and punched his stomach. "You didn't have to do that!" he yelled. Tord bent over and strained. He then got back up as if nothing happened, faking his pain. "I am an army leader Thomas." he yawned, "Not a weak boy from an orphanage. What makes you think that will keep me down?" Tom sighed. He looked back in the mirror. Tears streamed down his face. "If you wanted me to be like this why not just choose an actual girl?" he asked. Tord smiled menacingly. "You out of all people should know my sexual preferences Tom." he said, placing his hands on Tom's shoulders. "How do you like your new look?" he asked. Tom shivered. He looked at his body in the mirror again. His waist was thinner, his chest almost puffed out, his hips were slightly bigger, and his member was cut off.
Tom just stood there and cried. Tord frowned a little. "Why are you crying? You are the perfect pet now." he said, grabbing Tom's neck. Tom choked. "Stop crying. It is annoying." Tord demanded. He let go of his neck and handed him some clothing. It was a blue button up shirt with a black and white circle on the shoulders. He had a dark blue vest and black pants with black shoes. Tom sighed and snatched them from Tord. "Disrespectful little thing are we?" Tord asked, smirking, "I am going to have to teach you a few tricks." Tom growled. He put the clothes on and looked at Tord. He frowned, his arms still covering his chest. "What?" Tord asked." Tom raised a brow. Tord hummed. "Speking of," he started. He handed Tom his binder. "I can't believe you still wear that. It makes breathing much harder you know. Damn, we should've had your breasts cut off." he finished. Tom clentched his teeth. He then removed his shirt and vestn, quickly pulling the binder on after. He then put his shirt and vest back on. Tord looked him up and down. "I guess we should have made you at least a bit taller too.." he mumbled. "Hey!" Tom exclaimed, putting his hands on his hips. Tord grabbed Tom with his robot arm and dragged him. Tord walked into his office and plopped Tom down onto a chair. He then tied him down to the chair. Tom looked around. "What's going on?" he asked. Tord smirked. "Et godt kjæledyr. Men et enda bedre leketøy." he mumbled to himself. Tord took out his walkie-talkie and spoke into it. "Er Matt i laboratoriet?" he asked. He paued then nodded. "God. Slå ham og gjør det verste. Når jeg kommer, før ham inn i eksperimentcellen." he then put the walkie talkie away. "Tom, let me tell you something my father told me a long time ago." he started, "There are targets in life you just need to hit. Some of them are people and when those people get in your way, you need to knock them down." Tom looked at him, confused. "That is what I am doing to you." Tord explained, "I am just getting back at my enemies, in the best way I know how." Tom sighed. "Oh yeah? How?" he asked. "By having a bit of fun." Tord replied.
"Define "fun.""
"By abuse and torture Thomas."
Tom looked at him in disgust. "You son of a bitch!" he exclaimed. Tord smiled. "I will have you know, my whole family were bitches. So thank you."

Edd paced back and fourth in his cell. He felt bad about what he had done to the other man. He was just trying to help. Edd sighed. "I-I'm sorry-" he apologized, turning around to face the other man's cell. He paused when he noticed that there was no one in there. "Hey? You in there?" he called. Nothing happened. Edd sighed. "Don't you give me the silent treatment." he said. Nothing.
"Okay, that silence is scaring me.."
"..."
"Hello?"
"..."
"Are you there? A-Are you okay?"
"...."
Edd sighed again and walked over to the corner of his cell. He looked like a crazy person-going in and talking to no one. He sat down and balled up. He looked at the cell walls and took a stick that was on the ground. He carefully started to draw, to calm himself down. He smiled slightly. "Am I giving myself therapy?" he thought. He stared at the wall in sudden realization. "That was an unpleasant experience." he muttered "Edd?" A voice called. Edd turned around to see the man in his cell. "Oh howdy." Edd greeted. The man smiled. "Listen closely." he began. Edd blinked. "Wait what?" he asked. The man started talking. "I can help you get out of here." he said. Edd nodded. "Really?" he asked. The man nodded. He pulled out a ripped piece of paper and handed it to Edd. Edd reached over and took it gratefully. He unfolded the piece of paper. It read, "444, 3, 88, 4, 2, 8, 88, 66, 33, 555, 8, 77, 77, 88, 8, 7777, 444, 3, 33." Edd paused and blinked in confusion. He turned to the man. "What?" he asked. "Use it like a phone." the man instructed. Edd thought about it for a second. He then gasped. He remembered his old phone his mother gave him on his
sixteenth birthday. Man, was that thing shit. Edd cracked a small smile. He looked up at the man. "How?" he asked, whispering. "That doesn't matter. Just know that it's here." The man whispered back. Edd nodded.
"What's your name?"
"Liam."
Edd nodded. "Me and a couple of others are,"-Liam guestured to the corner of his cell-"tonight. You comin'?" Edd shook his head. "I gotta save my friends." he replied. Liam nodded. "I'll be here." he said. Edd smiled. He gave Liam a thumbs up and Liam returned it.