Laced By Love

Chapter 11

"What do you want from me?! I'll do anything! Anything! I mean anything! Do you want a bit of my magic to test on? Do you want to know where the laceys are?! I'll tell you everything just as long as I can live please! Please!" Boston begged ruthlessly as he allowed himself to get out of breath, struggling a bit in the chair he was chained to.
The chair was similar to that of a patient's chair you would see in a doctor's office.
"We don't want to hear your voice at all." The crooked leader started, a broad smile starting to form on his face.
"Then what do you want?! Please sir I don't mean harm, I just want to live!" Boston felt tears well up in his eyes, his ears pinned down.
"I just said," The leader started, slowly putting on rubber gloves. "I want you to hush. And when I say hush, that includes screaming."
The leader looked back at the other LBCA members, who were ordered to stand nearby and watch the horrible things he was about to do with a pen and notepad in hand. Mr. Maxwell was included in the group, having to watch the consequences of his mistakes.
"Who here has a pocket knife?" The leader asked sternly, his smile fading away as it turned to urgent coldness. Silence.
Before someone spoke up nervously.
"I- I do, sir." She started, reaching into her coat pocket for it. Boston's eyes widened as he saw the covered blade, knowing very well what was under that cover... and worse. Where it would be going.
"Splendid, Lisa." The leader held out his hand for the pocket knife to be placed in it.
"One request." Lisa started anxiously, gripping the weapon with shaky hands. "Please don't use it to hurt him..."
"Of course not," The leader started with a sweet smile and a hint of kindness in his voice, before the smile quickly turned into an evil frown. "Now give it." His tone transformed into that of a wicked and rotten sound.
Lisa nervously gave the knife to the leader. As soon as the knife was in his possession, he uncovered it and grew a wild, manic grin.
"Don't scream." The leader repeated, staring deeply into Boston's fearful glowing eyes. All Boston could do was frown as his breathing went from panicked and fast to slow and steady. Although he was panicked, he knew that the fast breathing was not going to do him any good.
In a quick and sudden movement, the leader quickly stuck the pocket knife just below Boston's neck, down his chest.
Boston held his breath to ensure he did not scream, but that was getting increasingly harder as the leader started to slowly and painfully drag the knife, increasing the penetrated area. Glowing white viscous liquid began to seep from the wound as it opened up. As the pain increased, Boston began to growl to fight the urge to roar or scream.
"What a good boy you're being," The leader teased as his grin grew wider, pressing the knife deeper into Boston's flesh and moving it around.
"S-Stop! Please!" Boston stammered hoarsely, too in pain to even fathom a full sentence.
"I'm just getting started." The leader put down the knife and stuck his two hands into the now 8 inch wide wound, beginning to separate the areas of flesh from one another to get to the glowing substance beneath. The substance bubbled with every pained breath Boston took.
"Well, isn't this... interesting...?" The leader started, aggressively sticking his hand into Boston's viscous liquid. There was nothing but this liquid for about 4 inches until he hit something hard. "What is that?"
Boston was coughing up laak.
"It- It's - hardened... laak... Lacey bones..."
"How are you still conscious? You should be knocked out by blood loss by now."
"I- Laceys... Don't..." His speech was interrupted by a coughing fit. "They- many laak! I don't know!"
"Hm." The leader continued to dig through Boston's open wound, but to his surprise he found no trace of any kind of organ. No heart, no lungs, it was just magic.
"Where are your inner organs?" He asked, giving Boston another look. Boston, looking dark in the skin and weak, gave a short answer.
"Head." Another coughing fit. Boston's clothing was absolutely covered in glowing white laak.
"Well then. Perhaps my exploration should move north." The leader grabbed many handfuls of the magic and put it in a biohazard container. "I'll be studying this later."
The leader used his left hand to hold down Boston's head, as Boston just closed his eyes and accepted death.
Before the blade could make contact with Boston's skin, a door slamming open could be heard.