It's Just High School South Park Next Gen Fic

Ike: Band-Aids on a Scar

It had been sixteen hours since they had last fed Kevin. His breathing had gotten significantly slower and he was getting sleepy easier being deprived of food and sunlight. They made sure to give him water though. It was incredible, although these people were thugs they were definitely smarter than Kevin. He hadn't known a human could survive so long without food, but these people did. He had figured out their names too. The blond one, the charismatic douche was Gregory, the dirty one with the shovel was Christophe. He swallowed hard, he needed more water, but he was afraid to ask. They had a special ritual for giving prisoners water.

The brunette took a deep breath rubbed his tied hands together and gave it a scream. He was thirsty, he'd have to face this dumb ritual sooner or later. "WATER!" He felt like an animal being cared for.

The room he was in now had a bed and bucket but no windows. It made him miss the outdoors, even his shitty backyard in the ghetto. Soon enough the door opened and as usual, the brunette came in to do his blond boyfriend's dirty work. 

"Sheet, you smell like crap." Kevin showed no emotion. He wasn't going to get another black eye. Christophe leaned in close. He crinkled his nose. "PHEW! At least I'm not you, I don't have to smell you all day."

"Water," Kevin repeated. The french boy smiled. He paced around hands crossed.

"I heard you." 

Unfortunately for Christophe, his captive was very calm. He didn't even flinch when in a fit of rage Christophe flung his shovel at Kevin's face. The boy didn't even dodge. It didn't hit him, thankfully but ricocheted off the wall above him. "You're my favorite doll to play with. Although mother never liked me playing with dolls." His fingers tapped together thoughtfully as he faced the door. Kevin was sure he was going to leave. Then, with rapid speed, Christophe was in Kevin's face again. "that's because I always tend to BREAK my toys... They never last long..." Now he was growing impatient. Kevin wasn't one to say no to a fight, so he leaned forward with all his might and headbutted shovel dude in the skull. The loud CLANK sent a series of swears from both ends.

"YOU LITTLE SHEET! I WILL FUCKING MURDER-"

"Fuck that fuck shit OWWW!" 

Christophe got the towel and Kevin stopped his swearing. He hated this. He had heard about this technique from his friends who had gone into the army. In third world countries, water torture was very popular. 

The french boy forced him to lean back in his chair and clipped Kevin's nose shut with clothes pins. No amount of kicking and swearing could save him. Christophe laughed as he pried the brunette's mouth open and shoved the balled towel into his mouth. Next came the funnel. "Here's you're fucking water you piece of sheet." He grumbled. In his hand was a 5-gallon water bottle. Slowly he removed the cap and began to greedily pour the water in.

After five seconds of pouring water into the funnel, Kevin was gurgling. The water wasn't being absorbed by the towel in his throat fast enough and he was beginning to choke. It was too much. He was drowning. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't open his mouth to breathe and his nose was closed. He needed a break but one thing was for sure he definitely wasn't thirsty anymore. Still, the french boy continued to pour more water. Kevin gurgled trying to spit the water back, his stomach was rejecting too much water at once. Christophe paused. "Oh... You want me to stop?" Kevin hesitantly nodded tears forming in his eyes. 

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His black eyes looked onto Ike's for a moment. He couldn't read him. Should he say something after their little Thanksgiving? Part of Firkle didn't want to bring up how Michael scolded him and lectured about how his mother had cried and was looking forward to spending the day with him. It wasn't like Firkle didn't love her, or that was the only time they'd see each other again. There would be plenty of more days. Michael just wanted Firkle to feel even shittier than he already did. The goth blew air from his lips. Karen patted him on the shoulder.