Ivory - An Eburnean Tommy AU

vii - it's white out here

Trigger Warning: descriptive torture scene(if you want to skip it, don't read the one in italics at the start of the story, you can continue reading at the end of the series of period laid out), flashbacks, dissociation, derealization, insomnia, smol sensory overload

Word Count: 2301
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His hand desperately grabbed for the bread, regardless of how straining his body could handle doing one action.

It only took a while for a boot to step onto his whole hand, earning some bruises from the hit. Gladly, he didn't break any bones yet. He yelled in pain, but it had gone hoarse, that's when he knew he was slowly losing his voice,

"What did I say?"

His voice hurt, and that voice terrified him. If there was a choice, he'd run away and cower in the corner. But he couldn't. His lower body is paralyzed, and what his mind could only think about are hunger, fear and the will to survive.

But neither of them could help him from escaping – not if it's [REDACTED].

Trembling, he weakly gave up and rested his wounded hand on the ground in defeat. His relationship with this area had improved significantly every time his body couldn't stand no longer from his kidnapper's beating.

He found the familiarity of the dirt's color, taste and even odor. Is it strange to find comfort being in a dusty dirty ground?

As well as dying all the time?- Wait- He shouldn't have said that-

"Good." The masked man removed his foot from him, and let him recover only for a short period of time, as always.

Tommy groaned a bit, clutching his pained hand whilst squinting his eyes shut. God, he wished this is all a dream,

"Let me.." He rasped quietly, the cold was getting to him. He couldn't breathe well.

From the hunger and thirst, his body had been shaking more than usual as days passed by.

This was one of the madman's little game for him to endure and to be deceased from: He either dies from starvation, dehydration or hypothermia-

How was he going to die this time? Who knows?

"What? I can't hear you Tommy. Speak louder." He tilted his head a bit, finding to see the boy in utter pain satisfying,

"..Fuck you."

That made the masked man kick the boy which caused the other to grunt, coughing in pain from the hit.

He couldn't believe with this kid. He was left for days without food, water nor warmth, and he managed to say that back at him instead of begging.

This kid was either a hard one, or an idiot,

"You know what..you're fun to play, Tommy." He stomped and landed his boot on Tommy's stomach, making him choke out a gasp of air,

"You take a while to give up, and that's fine by me."

In his pocket, he let out a flask, as Tommy tried to see what it was with a dull vision, "Since you managed to entertain me, you deserve a prize. Here!"

A bottle of water was thrown at Tommy's forehead, which sent him to go backwards. His skin was pierced by a couple of shards, blood soon seeped out of his pale complexion.

Regardless of that, he could barely react at the familiar sensation which was searing pain,"You deserve some couple of water, Tommy. That'd give you a few more days to live."