The War.

Chapter 33: Apologize.

TW: MENTIONS OF ABUSE, VIOLENCE.

try not to come for me challenge ! (looking at you mi4lottes1x )

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"So, like, what now? Should we just kill him? There's no information we can get from him," Reece suggested, his voice casual, almost bored.

"Hm," Autumn mumbled, lost in thought.

"I have an idea," Mia chimed in, a smirk creeping onto her face. "Why don't we make him apologize?"

They both turned to her, intrigued.

"Ooh. I like that," Reece said, his eyes lighting up with amusement.

"He won't do it," Autumn rolled her eyes, her skepticism clear.

"He will... if he values his life," Mia joked, the threat hanging in the air, though her grin made it seem like a game.

Reece chuckled, "Guess we'll find out how much he values it, huh?"

"Oh, Roger~," Mia called out as she stepped into the room, her voice dripping with false sweetness. She could tell he was awake, his eyes shut in a weak attempt to feign sleep.

"Get up," she commanded, yanking his arm hard. He winced in pain, and she chuckled, amused by his discomfort.

Roger slowly opened his eyes, glaring up at her. Beneath the fear and anger in his gaze was something deeper—a sea of hatred, disgust, and rage boiling just below the surface.

"Guess what we're doing today?" Mia asked cheerfully, her grin widening.

He stayed silent, refusing to respond.

"We're gonna hurt you in a more psychological way today," Mia said with a smirk.

"What?" Roger snapped, his voice laced with annoyance.

"This will be fun," Reece chimed in as he stepped into the room, Autumn following closely behind, her expression cold and unreadable.

"So," Mia continued, "you're going to write detailed letters about everything you've done to hurt us. And then, you're going to write a detailed and meaningful apology."

"Fuck no," Roger shot back instantly, his defiance sharp.

"You don't have a choice," Reece added firmly, stepping closer, his voice deadly calm.

"No," Roger said coldly.

"Do you value your life, Roger?" Mia asked, her voice laced with amusement.

"I'd rather die than do that," he spat back.

Reece, Mia, and Autumn exchanged confused glances. He really doesn't value his life?

"Well then," Mia said, her tone turning dark, "your life will end painfully... and slowly."

"How slowly?" Roger muttered, his voice quieter now.

"Oh, so now you care?" Reece shouted, his anger boiling over.

"Calm down," Mia interjected, smirking, "as long as possible."

Roger rolled his eyes, trying to mask his unease, but it was clear—fear was creeping in.

"Shall we begin?" Mia asked calmly, her voice steady, almost playful. Reece and Autumn exchanged smirks, their excitement barely contained.

"One last chance, Roger," Mia offered, tilting her head. "Do you want to do it?"