~Manipulation~

20 // Punishment

"But your name is Wilbur!! What else am I supposed to call you!?"

"Toms, if we're really having this conversation it means I haven't taught you well enough. You're to call me Wilby."

There was some incoherent, angry mumbling under Tommy's breath before he managed to form a proper sentence, "What about the other rule? It's called sarcasm not lying so I-"

Wilbur punched Tommy in the face, "You told me something that wasn't true, and now you're speaking back to me. I didn't ask you to speak, meaning you've broken three rules so far!" Tommy opened his mouth to speak again, "Wanna go again and break more rules!?" Tommy slapped his mouth shut immediately, "I thought so."

Wilbur then dragged Tommy out of his office and down the corridor to his own. Tommy would have asked why they were in there, but seeing as he was already in enough trouble as it was, he didn't want to escalate things more than they already were.

"Sit." Tommy sat. It was very clear that Wilbur was not in a good mood and anything Tommy said or did at this point would only make things worse. "Give me your arm."

Tommy reluctantly held out his arm; flinching slightly when Wilbur grabbed hold of it. The brunette slipped on some sort of bracelet. It was plain black and made out of a really durable material – wait no it was metal. There was some sort of magnetic key that Wilbur was fiddling about with – one he lifted it away the bracelet made a beeping sound and looked like it could survive a bomb and stay shut.

"There – now don't even think about getting this off – not that you'll be able to – or I won't hesitate to activate it."

"What does that mean – AAAH!"

A silent bolt of electricity shot through the bracelet; causing Tommy to visibly jump. Tears appeared in the corners of his eyes but the blonde quickly blinked them away.

"Huh – that was only twelve out of a hundred on the scale. I'd better dial it down to eight for now." Wilbur seemed unbothered by Tommy's laboured breathing and blotchy face – his rapid blinks desperately shooing away the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Only twelve!?" Another zap went through Tommy's body; less painful than the previous one but still enough to stop him in his tracks. "AHAA!"

"Did I ask for your opinion?" Wilbur simply lifted an eyebrow and held his finger above the activate button.

"N-no Wilby."

"Huh, this is a lot more effective than I thought it'd be. Good – well go downstairs and wait for the others to arrive. I'm going. To write your rules for streaming and making content on the wall here."

Tommy only nodded and rushed down the stair case; not wanting to spend any more time with Wilbur than he had to.