TW for violence and torture, it's nothing too bad but I just thought I'd warn y'all and be safe. Also just know that a lot of it happens when he's asleep and we don't actually see it. As always happy reading:)
-day<3
Milo's POV
~~~
I slowly open my eyes only to close them immediately. The lights in this cell were way too damn bright. I look around for my brothers but they're nowhere to be seen. We were all in the same cell up until a few days ago. Then i'd gotten moved with no explanation.
I hated it.
I had no idea what was happening to them or if they were okay. I just had to sit here and wait.
So I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And eventually I dragged myself up to stand and I started pacing.
I tried not to let my thoughts get the best of me but it happens anyway. Like the chances of my family being tortured right now and me not even knowing it were just a bit too high for my liking. That's not even to mention everyone back home.
Maddox, and Sylas, and Grace.
I really hoped they were doing okay even thought realistically I knew they weren't. Maddox was probably working to find us day and night. He was probably too focused on finding us to focus on the other two. He had a tendency to do that even though he doesn't mean to. Sylas probably closed up. He tends to just want to disappear when he's worried. And Grace. Gracie is probably just trying to hold everything together.
I missed them so much.
I didn't have any more time to think about my family. The door to my cell swung open and my step mother walked in.
Juliana.
I wasn't aware we had a step mother until we first got here. She was way too young for our father, and she had a certain air about her. It made me want to crawl into the corner and try to hide.
She used to deal with all of us equally, but she had recently taken a liking to me.
I back up as she gets closer to me. She smiles but there's no kindness behind it. As she gets closer she brings out a camera from behind her back.
A camera?
"We're going to make a little video today Milo," she says.
Something about the ways she says it makes my stomach churn. I back up into the wall.
"Oh don't be shy, it's for your family."
My eyes widen as she pulls a pair of handcuffs from her pockets. I try to back up, but there's nowhere left for me to go.
"Don't be difficult with me," she orders.
She cuffs my arms behind my back and drags me over to the bed that's on the side of the wall. The door to the cell then opens and two men walk in, wheeling in a metal table. From what I can see it has all kinds dangerous shit on it. The kind of shit that I don't want anywhere near my body. I start to try and get away which proves to be difficult without the use of my arms.
"Now don't do that Milo. I thought I told you not to be difficult," Juliana says.
"Fuck. You."
She tuts as she starts to fill up a syringe with liquid.
"And here I was thinking you were the polite one."
I try to respond but she stabs the needle into my arms and injects me with whatever was inside.
My mind starts to go fuzzy as she runs her hands along my body. I faintly remember uttering 'no' and 'stop' but that didn't seem to deter her. The last thing I heard before I passed out was her order to start filming.
