Getting It Together

The Return

"Logan!" Blaine sings eerily as Logan struggles to hold his head up, gazing around the room flutily, a blindfold tied tightly around his head.

A soft hand strokes his cheek and Logan flinches back violently at the touch, his skin sensitive from the month and a half of sensory deprivation he'd endured at the hands of his latest captor.

Blaine chuckles lightly. "You're cute."

Headphones are slipped over Logan's ears to block out noise and a gag is tied tightly around Logan's mouth, leaving his only remaining source of air his nose.

Blaine waits for a moment, leaving Logan in terrifying silence as he gently touched different parts of Logan's face and shoulders, enjoying the muffled gasps as Logan shivered.

Bending down, Blaine pinches Logan's nose suddenly, when Logan had breathed out. Logan goes stock still, but quickly begins to struggle as he lost more air. Blaine let's go of Logan's nose and watches as the man squirms, hurriedly taking in deep breaths as the blood rushed back into his head. His head sways uncoordinatedly, lolling to the side tiredly.

Blaine reaches forwards and grabs Logan's shoulders tightly, watching as the man thrashed around, trying to keep Blaine away from him. Blaine digs his nail into one of the newer wounds he'd inflicted on Logan, watching at the blood pooled on his shoulder and listening to the muffled cries of pain.

"So beautiful," Blaine murmurs. "A real work of art."

"You always were the artist."

"Mark!" Blaine stands as another man enters the room, smiling at the other men silently working in the corner, or quietly chatting. "How was it?"

"Simple." Mark rolls his eyes as he steps closer to Logan, pulling out a small knife. "Hold this for me, will you doll?"

He harshly stabs the knife down into Logan's thigh, being careful not to hit any major arteries and listening blissfully as Logan screamed into his gag.

"Honestly, they have no clue where to look. I'm almost certain Pascal was walking the streets in another town calling for Logan like some kid looking for their lost puppy." Mark tells Blaine."Honestly that boy is a disappointment to his mother's good graces," Blaine says regretfully. "Beatrice truly deserves better."

"To be fair, she was the one that screwed up his head." Lorcan, a man sitting in the back says casually, looking up briefly from his book.

"Right you are. Roger, why don't you and Misael head back home, see how your mothers are doing? Being gone for too long is suspicious." Blaine instructs.

A tall German and short African-American nod and grab their things, heading out with a few more farewells.

"Say hello to Kate for me, won't you Misael!" Mark calls as they leave. "Ohh, goodness Logan, you've dirtied my knife."

Ripping the dagger out of Logan's leg, Logan lets out another scream as Mark halfheartedly wipes it off on his pants.

"And now you're going to have to burn those, you imbecile." Blaine rolls his eyes, grabbing a belt off of the wall of torture devices and using it as a makeshift tourniquet. "How are we doing Love?"

Pinching Logan's noise, the men in the room all watch the struggle for air restart, until Logan is on the brink of passing out.

"Okay, we're set on the drugs!" A voice calls as a man enters the warehouse, dragging a terrified woman in scrubs alongside him. "Samson is loading them all into the other room."

"We really need to catch up with Amelia," Blaine says in annoyance, studying the nurse with a frown. "How far could that brat have gotten that you can't track her down?"

"To be fair boss, it's not like we're on any records. Anytime there's an issue we just," A man in the back pulls a face and draws his thumb over his neck. "We'll find Amelia soon, and bring her home."

"Good, thank you Clayton," Blaine says coldly, once more looking at the nurse. "You'll have to do for now. We good on disposal?"

Mark nods. "Won't be an issue."

"Oh please-!" The nurse cries out, and Blaine holds a single finger up to his mouth, effectively silencing her.

"Take her into the other room and sedate her, the only crying I want to hear is from him." Blaine vaguely gestures to Logan and the man that came in with the nurse pulls her off.

"Hey, Mark, we got that Christmas tree in. Ya'know, as a joke?" The man known as Samson says as he comes in from the other room.

"Good." Mark smiles. "I want twelve gifts in total, and each and every one of them better be bloody."

"Already got my sights on two." Clayton grins.

Blaine smiles blissfully, moving back over to Logan and kissing him on the cheek. "And you, my dear, will get to watch." He says quietly, knowing Logan couldn't hear anything.

Once again, he pinches Logan's nose, this time continuously stopping and then re-closing his airways, listening to the delightful sounds of Logan's desperate sobs as he tried to take in air.

"Ohh, what if we sharpen one of their ears?" Samson suggests sadistically, looking to the others for approval. "Like a little elf."

"Samson." Blaine straightens and walks over to the man. "I'm aware that it's Christmas, and Christmas is a time for giving but if I see one kid under that tree this year, I will shoot you a new ear piercing.

Samson winces, the thought of that running through his head, and he nods in agreement. "I wasn't planning on it! Ohh, but maybe a midget..."

Samson wanders off and Clayton shakes his head slightly in amusement. "Maybe we could wrap Logan up like a little present? Put him in a box for the night, get to open him up on Christmas morning alongside all your new toys."

Blaine smiles at the thought, grabbing a little red bow off one of the tables and sticking it to Logan's hair, laughing. "I can't wait for him to get his present."

"So, is he almost ready for the big day?" A joking voice says as another man slowly steps out from one of the many dark areas in the warehouse.

He runs his fingers through his messy hair, gently running his fingers over the large scar on the left side of his head, which had been shaved to look cleaner than a single bald spot.

"Oh, definitely. Merry Christmas to us right?" Blaine smiles, staring down at Logan as he once again pinches his nose, the man once again starting to struggle as his oxygen quickly depleted. "Maybe we wait another two weeks? It'll be quite the present."

"Yeah. You know his birthday is the 27th?"

"Really?" Blaine looks up in surprise. "Well, now he really needs a good present."

"Yeah. One that'll really fuck 'em up." Alex grins toothily.

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