From the Ashes

From the Ashes: Chapter Three

It takes three months for them to recover from those three weeks of torture, but the scars remain, and Stiles doesn't even remember what all happened. He doesn't know what was real and what was a mind game but his skin sports burns, cuts, lacerations, bruises, scratches and needle indents. Once he tried counting but after reaching the high hundreds he stopped.

However, once they've recovered, they're allowed into the rec room for the first time. Stiles is skittish and Isaac isn't much better but there aren't many people here. Across the room in the far corner a girl with dirty blonde hair sits with her back to the wall eyeing everyone. Near the far wall there's an iron door that makes Stiles hiss for a reason unknown to his conscious mind. Randy smirks at Stiles's reaction and then winks.

Both boys quickly go back to their room and collapse on Stiles's bed together. Stiles doesn't understand anything anymore and he feels white hot fury raging in his gut. Scott fucking McCall will pay for this with blood.

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For whatever reason, the nurses don't barge in and strap them down anymore. They haven't been blindfolded, gagged, tortured or starved in months. Stiles is confused but he says nothing. After all, there's still Randy. Stiles wants to kill him too.

Little does he know he just might get the chance.

See all the nurses know-even if they don't know-what Randy is doing to Stiles in that small room with the door shut and locked. One nurse-Russell-is frustrated that Randy gets to have all the fun. He's not stupid enough to use the guy's toy but there's another boy whose blue eyes would look so pretty full of tears as he gags Patient IL14 on his cock.

Russell slips into the room where both boys are one day, while Randy is doing rounds in the basement. His eyes fall on the blue eyed and he licks his lips. "So pretty," he purrs.

Isaac's head snaps up, but Stiles doesn't notice at first. When the other boy doesn't respond to his question though, Stiles looks at him. "Isaac?" he whispers.

Isaac has a look on his face like he's terrified but Stiles doesn't know why. Then-because it's just the two of them-his heart breaks. Is it because of him? The entire time he's been here since the day he met Isaac, the boy has never been afraid of him.

Stiles tries to remember that and gently runs his knuckles against Isaac's cheek, but Isaac flinches. That's what breaks Stiles. Isaac has talked a little about his past and told Stiles about his dad. So, for him to flinch because of Stiles well that was-but then as he starts to pull back, he notices Isaac's gaze locked on the door.

Stiles turns to look, and the source of Isaac's fear is right there, a nurse named Russell. Stiles makes a fist when the guy speaks. "Hello, pretty thing. Let's go boy. Time for a private session."

Stiles feels sick as the guy stalks over to the two teens. When the guy lunges for Isaac after kneeing Stiles out of the way, Stiles glares at him. "Let. Him. Go. Don't touch him! T-Take me instead."

Russell pauses and snorts. "Why would I take you? Sure, you got a pretty mouth, but he's got pretty eyes."

"Take me," Stiles whispers as he slowly stands up. "Leave him alone and you can have me."

Isaac's eyes widen and he starts to shake his head but the guy smirks. "Offering yourself up huh? Have you ever had a private session here?" Russell asks not wanting the kid to know that he's aware-they all are-of Randy's activities.

That's a loaded question. Stiles knows this sick fuck isn't talking about sharing feelings.

"Nope. Not yet. So, you get first dibs," lie the perfect pink lips perfect for sucking-