Midnight Eclipse

Chapter 2 (R)

February 4-- Location-- Unknown:

Ashton struggled against his restraints as he regained consciousness. Cold metal cuffs held his arms and legs to the metal table, a metal bar on his head, preventing him from being able to move.

"Ah, you're finally awake." A deep voice spoke from the opposite side of the room, and seemed to circle him as he continued to speak, "I can't wait to begin." The man appeared above him, easily recognizable to Ashton, causing his eyes to widen as he attempted to say something.

"Y-agbassjssk" Ashton's words were unrecognizable, causing a tear to escape his eyes as he choked on the saliva draining down his throat. "Please." He tried to beg for mercy but it was no use, the abductor had severed the poor blonde's tongue, it was now just a bloody lump in the boy's mouth, forever useless, forever mute.

"It's no use." The man smirked, gently patting Ashton's clothed stomach. His brown eyes gleamed with enjoyment for the situation, which made Ashton more afraid as he anticipated what would soon come to be. Ashton had always wondered if the man's skin was more caramel or chocolate colored, he could never quite tell, but in this light it was the darkest he had ever seen it. However, that was the least of his worries now. "Well, we might as well begin."

Ashton pressed himself against the cold metal of the table as his bloody clothing was cut off. He shook his head violently as the man began to cut off his pants, his hands trembling in fear. He squeezed his blue spinel eyes shut as he felt the cool metal of the scissors around the waistband of his boxers, but let out a sigh of relief as it was suddenly pulled away.

"Don't worry, these won't be removed until later." Ashton felt vibrations through the table as the man set various instruments down on it, though he couldn't quite see what they were. He shuddered when he heard the familiar sound of a bone saw, and instinctively tried to inch off the table, "Uh-uh-uh, where do you think you're going?"

The man smiled sickly as he pulled a rolling cart over to their position that was littered with visible instruments. After a deliberate evaluation, he picked up a long, sharp blade and spun around to face Ashton.

"This shouldn't hurt." The man muttered, focusing completely on the boy's delicate fingers. The young boy had beautiful hand structure, obviously gaining that attribute from his mother. "Please hold still." There was a cheerful tone to his voice, more than likely because this was his favorite way to pass the time after his agonizing day job.

Ashton cringed as he once again tried to sink into the table, the older man's tone disturbing him. As he felt a cold blade run over his fingers he screamed but it didn't seem to phase the man. Rather, he calmly glanced up, his formerly soothing brown eyes replaced by black pits of nothing. This couldn't be the man he had once known, he would have never done this.

Locating his knuckles, the man used a marker to make lines where he would cut, wanting to make this as clean as possible. He retrieved the pliers from their location on the moving cart, and moved Ashton's thumb away from the rest of his fingers, creating a space between the bones in his hands.

The sharp blade suddenly sliced through his bone, the lump falling into a waiting bucket. Blood seeped out of the gaping wound, the thick substance quickly covering the protruding, pink toned bone. The warm, red fluid dripped slowly into the bucket as the blood trickled down and off of his finger.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Each drop of blood could be heard falling into the bucket, the quiet splashes of blood on blood breaking the silence that had settled upon the room. Ashton began to scream as the pain finally hit him, causing his chest to tighten, sharp bursts of air shoving their way out of his lungs. His pale eyelids slowly began to droop over his electric blue eyes, small beads of sweat collecting on his forehead as he struggled to get out of his restraints.