You Can't Forget

10

Tom once again found himself strapped to the table in that horrible, horrible room. His hair was beginning to loose it's fluff and he was practically  wearing rags. He was awake this time, and took a long look at the tools and weapons around him. The room was dimly lit but he could clearly see the glint of metal everywhere.

Suddenly the door opened and light poured into the room, momentarily blinding Tom. When the door closed again he could see a very disturbed looking Tord. "S-sup commie." DAMN! He let his fear show in his voice.

"Hello Tommy boy. Did you miss me?"

"Hell No."

"Oh, how sad, because I missed you." Tord slid up next to Tom and grinned down at him. Tom looked back up at him. Tord looked like he crawled out of a bush. His hair stuck up in all direction and his uniform looked like it hadn't been washed for a month..... though..... it might not have been.

"You look as bad as me," chuckled a terrified Tom.

"At lease I have actual clothes, you just have a tattered hoodie and rags."

"Better than nothin." Tom shrugged the best he could with his restraints.

"Oh- about that...." Tord reached up to Tom and ripped off what was left of his hoodie and shirt.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING"

"What, you expect me to care?" Tord laughed and tossed the scraps aside. "Your shaking. Are you excited? I am. I have something very special planned for you...."

"So do I," Tom stated flatly.

"Wh-" The door to the room opened and the light was flipped on. "GAH WHAT IS IT?!"

"RED LEADER! Pat and I found this 'soldier' down in Thomas' cell."

"SO WHAT?!"

Paul and Patryk walked in the room, dragging a terrified boy inside. "He was messing with the door, weakening the bars. It was clear he was assisting with the prisoner's escape."

Tord looked down at Tom, frowning. He was pale and silent. "I see......."

"Shall we kill him?" The boy's eyes widened in fear.

Tord's grin returned.