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Chapter 5:

A toolbox was laid out in the middle of the damp floor as Alden and David manhandled the terrified Boone onto the floor.

His breath was squeezed out of him as Alden straddled his waist, keeping him pinned to the floor as David held his wrists in a tight grip above his head.

Alden shifted his body a bit so he could open the toolbox and retrieved what looked like a small pair of scissors. "Feel free to apologize before this begins". He taunts in a cruel voice.

Running on pure adrenaline, Boone simply smirked and spat in the jackasses smug face as David held his wrists tighter.

Alden wiped the offending glob of spit off the tip of his nose. "Have it your way". He sneered as he leaned forward to pull back Boone's left eyelid.

Whatever adrenaline Boone previously had running through his veins was now gone as he squirmed to get away, Flinching as David's nails dug deeper into his wrists.

The musty air of the underground bunker assaulted his open eyelid as the tip of the scissors drew closer, the urge to blink worsening as Alden ran the tip of scissors against his blue iris.

A blood curdling scream erupted from Boone's throat as Alden suddenly jammed the scissors straight into his eye, causing the young man's vision to blur as his eye seared with pain.

Alden's face was set into an almost bored look as he casually moved the scissors around in the already wrecked socket while blood steadily oozed out.

After an eternity Alden threw the scissors into a corner and looked over at the crony keeping a murderous looking Tony restrained. "Get him out of here".

"Please, this was my idea!". Tony protested in vain as he was dragged from the room.

"Do what you want with him". Alden says with a look over at David, spitting on Boone's half conscious and blood soaked form before leaving the room.

The last thing Boone remembered was being roughly turned over onto his stomach as his pants and boxers were ripped down to his ankles and a sharp pain traveling up his back before he finally blacks out.

When he awoke some time later it was to David standing above his curled body, his ribs hurt like hell and so did his lower half.

Tony ran back in just as David's blood stained boot reeled back. "Move!". He demanded as Tony steps in front of Boone's prone body.

"Just let us go, he's already been punished enough". Tony reasoned, his voice wavering just a bit.

David looked down at Boone's shaking body for a brief moment before spitting on him and glaring back up at Tony. "Get him out of here".

"Please..." Boone whimpered fearfully, flinching as Tony bent down and laid a gentle hand on his back once David had left the room.

"I'm gonna get out of here okay? But you have to trust me". Tony replied in a hushed voice.

Boone nodded and allowed the older man to help him off the ground and prop him against his left side, his right hand holding a pistol.

The walk out of the tunnels was slow since Boone's body was so badly busted up but they eventually made it out into the woodlands, where Tony sat Boone against a tree so he could take stock of his injuries.

Tony took out a bottle of water and gently leaned Boone's head back so he could flush out the excess blood and muck from his damaged eye. A stolen eye-patch would have to do in terms of keeping the socket protected.

"A couple of your ribs are busted, all we can do is let them heal naturally". Tony said as he inspected Boone's right side, getting increasingly worried by the fact that Boone hadn't said a word throughout the entire process.

Boone nodded and adjusted himself, hoping Tony wouldn't see the dark stain along the back of his jeans.

Thankfully Tony seemed to have taken no obvious notice as he sat against the tree. "We'll stay here tonight and get moving in the morning".

Boone just nodded again and reached for Tony's hand, gripping it tightly as the two of them eventually nodded off to sleep together.