Hold On To Me (WillDip)

Chapter 8: Nothing I Don't Deserve

Will was about to get started on the rest of the house when he heard a knock at the front door. Wondering who it could be he hurried over and opened the door, gazing down at the white-haired male standing in front of him.

"H-Hello?" the boy asked,

"Can I help you?" Will asked politely, Gideon's eyes wandered to his eyes and widened at the slitted pupils "Yeah, a-are you that demon?"

"Demon?" Will asked, amusement in his voice. Gideon nodded "Yeah, the demon, I was just wondering if-"

"William? What on earth are you doing?" came an angry voice, Will's body went cold and his eyes widened. He turned to Stanford who was standing behind him "S-Someone knocked, sir, I answered" he said, trying not to sound sassy, but damn Ford was making it hard.

"And what gives you the right to talk to people without my permission? Or maybe you think it's okay to have a little chat when I'm not around? You know, talk about the weather and shit?" Ford snarled.

Will trembled a little. "I'm s-sorry?"

Ford rolled his eyes and pushed him out the way, Gideon waved "Hi"

"If you want to talk, come back later. I have an insolent demon to take care of" Ford growled, shutting the door on him.

Will panicked, and tried to make a run for it, but Ford was ready. The man flicked his wrist at him and he went flying, crashing into the wall painfully. He was quite sure a few ribs were broken as blue blood ran down his chin, "I'm s-sorry!" he coughed.

Ford came closer "Not today" he hissed.

It was clear that the man was in a bad mood after last nights events, and Will knew he wasn't going to get away without damage. Ford pulled a small knife from his pocket and held it up to Will's face, making him whimper as he was magically pressed up against the white wall of the hallway.

"You want to know something about this dagger, Will?" Ford asked him, inserting the knife into the flesh of his arm, "The blade is magnetic. Those needle tips were coated in magnetic iron...I wonder if there's enough in your system to rip through your skin."

Will bite it tongue, "P-Please don't!" he whimpered, struggling to free himself. Ford tutted and gave him a smirk "I would like to see what else you're made of, in fact, my package of morphine I ordered arrived yesterday, so you might want to watch out, hmm?" Ford grinned at him before dragging the knife down his arm, blue blood coating the tip of the blade and trickled down his arm, all the while Will fought the urge to scream, and failed miserably as the small fragments were tugged from his blood stream.

Ford laughed "Scream all you want, it only fuels me, William" he said calmly, his voice held hints of glee. He made more slices into his body and then held it up to eye level, eyes sparkling as he noticed the small iron fillings covering the tip of the knife. "Just to let you know, Will, at some point I'm going to have to get all these fillings out of your bloodstream, so would you like me to get it over with now? I think so."

Will shook his head, but the man ignored him, nicking Will's cheek with the tip of the dagger.

"No! Stop! Please!" Will cried, tears running down his face. Ford made a sarcastic thinking motion "No, I don't think I will" he sneered.

By the end of the torture, Will was covered in thick cuts, and blue blood coated his now tattered clothes. Ford let him go, and he dropped to the floor, wincing in pain. "Have you learnt your lesson?"

"Y-Yes sir..."

"Good" the man sauntered off, leaving him there in agony, he couldn't move and he was getting slightly dizzy from blood loss, and the lack of food in his system. "Will?" came a voice, sounding distant to his ringing ears "Will! Oh, my god...Will? I'm so sorry, what happened? I'm going to, I'm going to..." Mason sank to his knees, assessing Will's condition, not sure whether he should call an ambulance or not.

Will grabbed his hand, coughing up blood "I need food, energy" he whispered, and it was true, without energy his body couldn't use its own magic to heal, and it was freaking annoying. He hated being stuck in this mortal body.

Mason stood up with a nod, and rushed off to go grab him something to eat, while Will tried to sit up as best he could. Mason came back with a few leftovers from last night and helped him to eat.

Will ate it slowly, face a little red at being fed like a baby, but Mason's worried look made him feel less embarrassed about the situation. As soon as he felt full he began to heal himself, slowly at first and then quickly, leaving himself covered in scars and half dried blood. "H-Help me up, please" he muttered, Mason took his hand and pulled him to his feet and into a hug.

Will was shocked for a second but then hugged back, tears running down his face as he sobbed "I'm s-sorry, I got punished,"

Mason shushed him "It's okay, it's okay" he soothed, rubbing circles into his back.

"What did Ford say?" Mason asked, once Will had calmed down a bit. Will breathed in a shaky breath "He said the m-morphine came yesterday, I'm s-scared Master Mason, I d-don't want to b-be experimented on" Will whispered.

Mason kept hugging him "I know, I'm sorry Will, but there's nothing I can do...At least we know it's going to be sometime soon...And then the worst of it will be over."

"What if h-he gets h-his friends? I can't stay h-here! I'm already s-stuttering with n-nerves" Will whispered, trying to wipe away the damp spot he was making on Mason's shoulder.

Mason just comforted him, muttering 'I'm sorry' many times while the demon cried.

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After a while, Will pulled away and wiped the tears from his face "Why are you being so nice to me?" he asked, Mason smiled "Because, because you don't deserve this, any of this!"

Will smiled back and leaned down, kissing his cheek softly "Thank you" he said, leaving him standing there as he disappeared off to his room.

Mason put a hand to his cheek in shock "No problem" he muttered.