Until he cleaned the straightjacket, it was easier just to keep him handcuffed, the boy seemed happy enough not to attack at the moment so Tim quickly led him to his room, dressing him in a shirt and sweatpants before handcuffing him to the bed.
The boy looked panicked and Tim wondered what he did wrong as the boy began to screech and kick and do anything to escape.
He snapped his jaws around even though he was still wearing the muzzle, his body spasmed and tears were coming from his eyes.
Tim watched not knowing what to do before he finally put one hand on the boys stomach to keep him down, the boy stopped screaming, which startled Tim, he twitched once, twice, looked down at Tims hand, and then up at Tim before mumbling incoherently.
Tim moved his hand up, and the boy watched it before screaming again, this time hissing and spitting before Tim dropped it back on his stomach.
He started mumbling again and Tim wanted to know what was going on in his mind.
He wanted to know what the hell was going on with this kid, why he was so broken and insane, and if he should ditch the kid somewhere, he'd be out of his hair, out of his life, simply someone else's problem.
But he couldn't bring himself to do anything now, the kid was relaxed, so he could slightly relax, it took hours for the boy to fall asleep, but he eventually did, still twitching but quiet.
After that was established, Tim went to clean the mess in the living room and then the bathroom.
He took off his sofa cushion, spraying it with some pet deodorizer he found, might just work, the boy seemed more animal then human.
Then he went to the bathroom, there was water all over the floor, he grabbed a bunch of towels and began sopping them up, he picked up the kids clothes and then remembered the tag he saw on his gown.
He searched all over the front till he found it on his front.
Toby E. Rodgers
Subject: 007-089
He blinked, now the boy had a name, Toby.
And now Tim had some research to do.
