fixing the unfixable -phan neko (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 25- carving hatred into flesh

Phil's P.O.V

My prayers were soon answered: not too much later, a stranger appeared, looking just as terrifying as all of the other people who worked here.

"Shut the fuck up with your crying and stand." He spat venomously.

I did as I was told, shakily, never taking my eyes off of the ground. He unlocked the cell, dragging the door across the ground, making me cringe at the sound before grabbing me by the arm and dragging me out of the secluded area of the warehouse.

Looking around, I could see just how many people actually worked for my father, and, from what I could see, there must have been around fifty to one hundred of them. People were scattered everywhere, occupying themselves with one job or another and, considering what this place is, the atmosphere seemed surprisingly friendly.

"Hurry up!" The brute escorting me said loudly, pushing me hard and snapping me out of my thoughts. After our short trek, the room I was dragged into yesterday began to come into view and I felt my breath hitch and my palms begin to sweat.

"W-Where are we going?" I stuttered out meekly, already knowing the answer.

"Where do you think?" He chuckled back darkly.

Not even a minute later, we were staring at the same door I was dreading even getting close to. He unlocked it before shoving me in, causing me to fall on the ground. I sat and listened as the lock clicked, my face still resting on the ground and painful memories shooting through my skull.

"Hello, son" My father's voice spoke calmly, and, as I looked up, I could see a small smile playing on his lips.

"H-hello, fa-father." I replied in a weak voice, lowering my head and flattening my ears.

"Someone else is also here with us, Phil; greet him as well." He said as Jason emerged from the darkness, slowly walking into the light.

"H-h-hi" I stuttered, shaking like a leaf.

"Now, that's no way to treat a client, Phil, is it?" Father said with a light chuckle to his voice.

I stayed silent, knowing there was no way I could even repeat his name out loud.

"I said greet him!" He bellowed, causing me to shrink back into myself even more.

Timidly, I shook my head, knowing my defiance would rile him up even more.

"That's it, you little piece of shit." He screamed, ripping me up from the ground by my hair and left ear.

I let out a small whine of pain and tried to resist squirming in his grip, knowing it would make it worse, but I couldn't help it.

"That's it!" He screamed, infuriated, throwing me back on the ground and causing my head to slam down. Opening up my eyes again, the room seemed to spin a little and I could feel a huge headache coming on but, for now at least, it was bearable.

Jason was now right next to me, leaning over my fragile body. He sent me a small, deceiving smile before sending me a powerful kick in the side, knocking me a few inches back. He then proceeded to take a step closer to me and stomp on my stomach with his opposite foot, leaving me coughing and panting for breath.

I could hear chuckling amongst the people in the office as I lay, sprawled out on the floor, already struggling to grip on to my consciousness. They soon lifted me to my feet between them and let go, leaving me standing and swaying slightly.

My eyes, as hard as I tried, wouldn't open and I felt exhausted, as if I had just run a marathon, so I didn't notice when they both left and grabbed a weapon of choice. However, I did notice when my father brought a knife to my forehead and, at a torturously slow pace, began to drag the blade across in a straight line.

I screamed out, the pain immense, as I felt hot, thick blood begin to trickle down my face. Their laughs began again, this time sounding more sinister as my father finished up.

Jason then got ready for his turn, stepping forward and opening his Swiss army knife and began to carve more into the already-painful wound. Again, I began to scream, this time louder, and, even though I wanted to know what they were carving, I was too distracted by my head spinning and the steadily increasing agony.

"All done." Jason smirked, demonically calm.

"W-what di-did you write?" I panted out, exhausted from all of the screaming and blood loss.

"I was simply allowing everyone to know what you are. I'm hoping to be able to fit a few more obvious statements across your entire body, actually." He stated with a serious voice, but a twinkle in his cold eyes.

"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered, this time more scared than out of breath.

"You'll see." My father chipped in.

Not a moment later, I was forcefully shoved to the ground and Jason tore my shirt away from my body. Another wave of traumatic memories washed over me, but I pushed them aside, not allowing myself to be affected by them now.

Their blades were back out as they crouched next to me, one on either side, each holding one of my arms down. My confusion was soon gone when my father dug his blade into my stomach, causing my body to shoot up, but their strong grip stopped me. He continued to attack my stomach mercilessly, but with a strange precision and when Jason began, the same followed.

I raised my head off of the ground and peered down at their handiwork before realizing what they had done. I could see letters scrawled across my chest, but couldn't quite make them out due to the excessive blood pouring from them.

They continued to slash as my dizziness continued to grow. Black splotches began to blur my vision, slowly growing larger, until I was fully engulfed by the darkness.
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The above image is what was carved into poor little Phil's forehead in case you were wondering why I had that up top. Also a huge thank you to @writtinggirl22 who edited this chapter and offered to proof read my up coming chapters as well. Other than that I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and have a great day. Bye bye.