[TOM'S POV]
Morning (Day 14)
I woke up to my restraints being undone, the sounds of rustling and walking beside me. It seemed we were preparing to leave and head back to England already. "We've got a flight to catch. Put these on. You can walk. Follow me." Tord apathetically threw a pair of black leggings and his old red hoodie toward me. I slid them on slowly, aching in pain, still hard from yesterday. Knowing not to speak, I obediently followed him, admiring just how well he'd cleaned the place up. We walked outside in the sun, and I tiredly watched him check out from the main building.
It felt like I was watching it all happen, but wasn't experiencing anything, feeling similar to when he drugged me, but this is just how my mind was now. We got on a bus, but he didn't talk to me. He amicably acknowledged people around him, smiling when someone looked in his direction and stepping out of people's way when needed. He appeared normal, but I knew this was strange for him; the silence between us. I had no choice but to keep it that way.
We arrived at the airport, where he guided me onto the plane when it was time to board and situated me in my seat. The flight was about five hours, and he didn't speak to me the entire time. I ended up passing in and out, woken up by the turbulence upon landing. As if we'd never left, we made it back home in no time at all. As soon as we entered the household, he pointed to the floor, "On your hands and knees. No more walking." He demanded coldly, and I obliged. I crawled to his feet and began to follow after him when he walked upstairs. He clearly had a goal in mind. Did something happen? He was so happy to see my submission, but now, out of nowhere, he doesn't praise me in the slightest.
I listened, sitting on my knees near his desk in his office as he made a call. "Edward, how are you?" He asked in a chipper tone, confusing me further. "Yes, I know, we made it back in fantastic time. Head over to my place right now, I need to ask you a few questions." He commanded with his voice friendly but the tone of his words dangerous. "Okay, I will speak to you then." He ended the call, walking past me without even a quick glance and went to settle our bags in the bedroom. I wanted so badly to ask him what was wrong, or what he was doing.
I cautiously crawled toward him down the stairs when Edd arrived, anxiously sitting on my knees beside the door when it was opened. "Come on in." Tord didn't smile and simply gestured toward the kitchen where they spoke last time. Edd, afraid, listened and we all went to the table. I sat at Tord's feet, making eye contact with Edd, who seemed concerned for me yet didn't ask any questions about me. "Let's address this head-on." Tord prompted calmly, giving a dull look I'd never seen him give anyone else before. "What do you mean?" Edd tilted his head, looking to be extra nervous at the strange confrontation.
"Delete that story you wrote about me, and I might just spare you." Tord asserted with his form tense and his expression not at all telling of his motives. "W-what?" Edd recoiled in his seat, eyes not leaving Tord's for even a second. "I know about everything you did. Look at this." He suddenly grasped my arm and pulled me up to my feet, scaring me to my core as I trembled, weakly standing while looking at Edd, baffled. "Edward, I did this. I made this. I manufactured this from my bare hands." His words laced with an addictively stern tone, Tord roughly grabbed my hips and shoved me onto his lap, holding me painfully tight. "I made a human being my own possession. Do you think I'm not capable of tracking your every move?" He taunted with his eyes half-closed in focus toward the other man.
"I-I don't know wh-" Tord cut Edd off, "I know you know what you've done. And we also both know that I prefer to be clean about things. But now, you've ruined any chance you ever might've had. Instead of enjoying my last day out in Norway with Thomas, I had to pay heed to you and your devious activities." Tord scowled, voice becoming raspy and malevolent like I'd never heard before. I wasn't sure what Edd did, or how Tord would've even possibly been aware of anything he did. "I've had a plan for your death in my back pocket for a long time now. I've been keeping it just in case." He hummed dangerously, his fingers unexpectedly pushing inside of my mouth as he spoke to Edd. "I own this thing. It belongs to me. You know what else nearly belongs to me? The company. And after that, the community, then society, then the fucking world. And yet, in your naivety, you believed you could take me down." He mocked, his fingers abruptly withdrawing from my mouth. I always knew Tord had an ego, but he was really going at it right now.
Edd remained silent just as I. Tord pushed me to the floor, standing up and going to the garage door nearby, opening it and turning on the dim light. "Come here." He commanded at Edd, and for reasons few could understand, he listened and stood at the door. All I could see was Tord grasping the back of his head and using his full might to shove Edd onto the concrete floor of the garage, a yelp of agony following after. Watching through the open door, I squinted, seeing Tord kick him with his boot, Edd's yells echoing and flowing into the kitchen. I could feel the hefty abuse reverberate through the indoor floors, struggling to witness what was displayed before me.
Tord -- who had a suspiciously calm expression -- picked up an old PVC pipe against the wall of the garage just out of my view, planting his feet on either side of Edd's quivering form. Raising the pipe over a shoulder, Tord swung it down deliberately with the intent to kill, Edd's head caving in. I screamed but couldn't move as I watched from afar. I couldn't even look away. My body wouldn't react to a single signal from my mind. Blood spattered across the garage floor, Tord's swings of the pipe slowing down. He eventually stilled all movement, staring down between his feet at the corpse. I heaved, throwing up on the floor beside myself.
He looked at the body for far too long, then slowly pivoted, head turning calmly as he looked back at me as if in slow-motion; blood covering his face and the front of his white, untucked button-down. I cried, reeling back, my body pressed into the island counter as I sat on the floor, trembling. Tord casually set the PVC pipe down, taking off his messy shoes and leaving them in the garage before reentering the house and shutting the door. Now his aim was for me. I wept, staring up at him, hyperventilating. Wordlessly, he grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me toward him. I settled onto my knees, shaking violently as he undid his dress pants and fished out his cock.
I couldn't process what was happening. Before I could have a single other thought, his dick was in my mouth, pressing against my tongue as he began to thrust. I couldn't move, but I wished I could run. I knew I wasn't passing out, but it seemed like my brain itself was falling asleep while my body remained awake. Words... think of words. Thoughts, keep having... keep having thoughts. Need to survive. Survive. Survive. Survive.
"Mmngh..."
