Adopted by the good doctor ~ adaptation

The Initiation

It was two days later, a Saturday, when Logan got up at eight thirty in the morning. The sun was bright, and beautiful. He left his room and went into the kitchen where he found his mother taking some aspirin.
She looked at him for a moment, and said "Why
Uh-re ya just standing there. G-ow outside -n ph-lay."
Logan looked at her, and left through the front door. He was excited to work and actually get paid for it. He walked all the way to town and looked for the tire shop. It wasn't hard, for it was across the street from the booze shop.
Logan stopped at the edge of the street, looking at the tire store, wondering what is in store for him. He walked up to the glass door, and knocked. No one came and answered the door. He was able  to leave until he heard voices in the back. He went to the right side of the building, where a wooden fence is keeping the inside in.
Logan looked around to see if anyone was close by. He jumped up and pulled himself over the fence, landing on some metal. Logan groaned as he got up and took out the sheet of paper that the man gave him a few nights ago. He stretched his back, and walked forth. As he turned the corner, he saw few men, and a woman. One of the men was the same one that told Logan to meet here a few days ago. They all looked at him, and the woman started to lick her lips. Logan felt his legs tremble as he walked up to the group.
"Look a new fuck toy." said the woman with a smile.
Logan checked her out, looking her over from the top to the bottom, and he smiled.
Suddenly the biggest of them stood up and took the paper from Logan's hand, snapping him into focus. The tall man grunted, and ask, "So you want in?"
Logan looked him off to the side of the man and shuddered "ye-yes I d-d-do."
"You scared boy?" The man asked.
"N-no."
"Well, if ya was, then Clarice over there will let you squeeze her tits."
Logan looked over at her, and she pulled up her shirt and showed a D-sized red bra. Logan walked over there and reached his hand out to grab. Out of nowhere, another man grabbed his hand and place it on a stump. Logan holler as a knife into his hand. He fell to his knees and started to puke.
The big guy walks over to Logan and says while twisting the knife, "You can either pull it out or, pull your hand out from underneath it."
Logan shouted"What the fuck is wrong with y'all!
The man chuckled "This is to let us know what you will do when lives are on the line..."
Logan fainted due to the pain. He woke up and saw the knife still in his hand, they all were sitting down playing poker. Logan looked at the knife, and started to pull on the knife, tears ran down his cheeks as blood came gushing up out of his hand. And the knife was out, dripping blood. His body was shaking due to the amount of blood lost, though most of the pain was gone.
Logan turned around and saw the man who stabbed his hand. He stood up and charged at the man. The man heard Logan charging, and turned around. But it was too late.
Logan jabbed the knife straight into the man's neck. He immediately started to cough up blood. Logan pulled the knife out and struck him again in the stomach, twisting it as it went in. The other people watch horrified as Logan keep jabbing at the dead corpse. The tall man ran to and pulled Logan off of the dead man.
Logan looked at the tall man and back at the newly made corpse, eyes widened. He fell to his knees and the tall man laughed saying "Well, now you might as well as keep ya now.
Clarice walked over to Logan and walked him over to a chair. She looked at his bloodied hand, and licked it clean. She then went and sucked his tongue. As she was keeping Logan distracted, the tall man put the knife in the fire, along side a brand. A few minutes later the blade was a red-yellow color. He walked over to find Clarice's tongue deep inside Logan's throat. He grabbed Logan's hand tightly, and mended the stab wound. Logan throw his head back in pain. The skin gave a loud hiss, and then it sizzled. The tall man then poured whiskey from a near by bottle on the wound. Logan breathed in heavy, scrunching up his eyes and fist.
The tall man went for the branding iron, and said "Last thing we have to do is leave our markings on you."
Logan looked at the man, and shook his head yes. The tall man ladies the hot metal on the skin, leaving an axe head imprint and bubbles of burnt skin. Logan's nerves were shot, so it didn't hurt that bad.
The tall man said to Logan "Welcome to the axe head gang, you can stay here or leave, but you'll be back when we call you."
Logan looked at him and said "Thank you." And left the same way he came in. He still had a little over half of the day before he has to come home.