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trigger warnings: mentions of death, blood, violence
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CAM'S POINT OF VIEW
ADELAIDE LED THE BOY into the room, her grip tight around his arms as she pushed him forward, causing him to stumble here and there.
He'd tried to give her a fight earlier, but it hadn't done anything on his half; all he knew now was that he felt faint in the head and had bled out of his stomach.
It wasn't a major wound, he could tell that much, but it was bad enough that his shirt had a lovely crimson red patch. He felt slightly bad, considering it wasn't actually his shirt. George had confused Lockwood's shirt as Cam's and Cam didn't realise until he'd been wearing it for a few hours earlier that day. To Cam's relief Lockwood simply brushed it off, complimented him, and left it at that.
How many shirts am I going to ruin this week?
Winkman looked exactly like how he remembered from when he met him those few years ago. He sat in a chair in the corner between a low table and two large machines that were rumbling quietly.
He had a disturbed expression, and was grinding his teeth madly as he looked up and watched the two as they entered. Winkman noticed the blood on Cam's shirt and Adelaide's fingers, which apparently didn't settle with him, "Did he cause you trouble?"
"He's a nosy one. Put up a good fight earlier,"
Yeah and I'd do it again.
Cam spared a look over at Lockwood, who was tied up in a chair connected to one of the machines. An electric chair. Fantastic. Cam forced himself to look away to avoid letting Winkman make any assumptions, although he didn't doubt that he already had several.
The short-haired man just hummed thoughtfully, looking away from Adelaide's gaze and started glaring at Cam as he made eye contact with the boy.
"Knock him out. See what happens later," Winkman told his wife, who Cam had a feeling was grinning madly from behind him.
"No, wait, don't-" he heard Lockwood plead with the man, only to be quickly silenced by the madman, "Silent boy!"
Cam was startled by how loud his voice was as he lurched out of his seat sharply, playing around with a taser that he grabbed off the table. It was stacked with things that Cam was sure were great for inflicting pain, and multiple full cartons of oil, and petrol.
