I'll Never Say revamped

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Sound bounced off the endless black walls of this infinite void Tord appeared in; the soft thump of sock-covered feet against a floor he couldn't begin to describe seemed to attack his senses and rattle his mind. His panicked button eyes searched for a way out, but there was none. Why would there be one? He was trapped in hell far worse than those described in the storybooks his mother once beat him with. This hell was spawned straight from the depths of his mind, a self-made prison.

The urge to cry out for help was only quelled by the knowledge that the echo and ringing would surely grow deafening should he add another noise. Instead, he walked a bit faster through this place, deciding that he'd rather have flames and a red man stabbing him than this.

He sniffled, a thick pressure building in his throat until he had no choice but to choke out a sob. Once the first came, he couldn't stop himself from breaking down. His knees collided with the ground, his shoulders trembling as he wept loudly and covered his ears to block out everything.

Warm hands covered his own, thumbing his skin and mumbled words of praise. He pressed desperately into the warmth, tentatively removing his hands. It was now silent, and when he dared to peak up he was shocked to find Patryck, his adoptive father and best friend in the whole world.

"Pappa?" He whispered, tilting his head in bewilderment. Patryck hushed him sweetly, pulling him to his chest. Hugging him brought comfort he couldn't describe. His slender arms squeezed tightly around his tiny waist, soft laughter rumbling his chest.

"Sweet sweet baby Tord," He mumbled, his squeezing starting to grow painfully tight. Tord gasped softly, shifting uncomfortably as his skin twisted under the hold. He groaned and shifted away, only to find he couldn't. "You want to leave me already? After how long I lost you?" His voice took on a panicked tone, his grip was now unbearable. Tord whimpered pathetically and his weak fighting proved fruitless.

"Pappa that hurts!"

"Leaving me alone hurts!" Patryck snapped, nails digging into his skin through his hoodie and drawing blood. A sob escaped his lips and his thrashing grew frantic in an attempt to free himself. This was not his Pappa. This man, angry and possessive and clawing at his skin until he bled, was not the man who raised him. It hurt him to do this, but as soon as he managed to wriggle his arm free, he swung a clean right hook into Patryck's face. The pain caused his grip to slacken and he launched himself backward. Stumbling back and onto unsteady feet, he started the warped figure of Patryck. He was much too tall and impossibly thin. Allowing his mouth to hang open in shock, Tord never noticed the other figure lingering just inches away from him waiting for the perfect moment to strike. A strangled scream filled the air as arms wrapped around his chest with a bone-crushing force, forcing the air from his lungs and cracking several ribs.

"Oh Tord, how could you hurt us?" Paul's raspy voice gritted out next to his face, sending blood rushing to his ears. He screamed louder, tears blurring his already terrible vision in a time where being able to see his enemies was crucial. He kicked and fought as he was lifted off the ground.

"LET ME GO! GET OFF LET ME GO!" He sobbed, exhaustion quickly tugging at the corners of his mind after only a few moments of fighting. He needed to get out. Needed to escape these monsters who pretended to be his dads.

"We're your fathers, Tord, why would you want to leave us again?" Patryck growled, tears leaking from his empty black eyes. That wasn't right. Patty had beautiful gold eyes that reflected sunlight on a warm afternoon, a soft smile that stretched across his soft freckled cheeks, and a gentle sun-kissed complexion. This was not Patryck.

"No! You're wrong! Pappa and Fader would never hurt me! They- They love me!" He croaked, voice cracking horribly as the strain from screaming finally took its toll. He was dropped on the ground, the two warped bodies of his fake fathers staring down at him in disgust.