Hold On To Me (WillDip)

Chapter 12: Pain Serum TM

Ford pushed Will into the lab as he froze at the door.

He didn't have time for his games; he had money to make!

The demon stopped moving again as he looked at the chair Ford pointed too, the thick straps on the armrests and legs were utterly terrifying. He panicked and made a run to the door, hand out to grab the handle and wrench it open, but Ford was ready.

Will cried out as he was flung back and the door locked with a magical flick of Ford's wrist. The demon hit the floor and curled up tightly on the ground instead, trying to shield himself from any and all oncoming attacks. Ford walked over and picked him up, hauling him to his feet and dragging him to the chair where he shoved him in and began to strap him in, making sure a single strip of duct tape covered his mouth so as not to disturb him with his noise.

Will struggled and cried and tried to free himself with his magic, but Ford had been ready for that too. The lab was temporarily proofed against Will's magic for now and would be for the rest of the serum trials. Ford took off his cape and set it on the back of his chair once he was done tying Will up, slipping on a lab coat from the hook by the door so as not to sully his expensive clothes. Next, he pulled out a long thin box from his pocket and opened it up. Two glass syringes of Will's blood sat nestled in the satin-lined box neatly.

"For this formula, you need a glass of the victim's own blood for it to work, brilliant isn't it?" Ford asked him, eyes shining.

Will looked away from him, his heart beating fast.

Stanford went over to the lab table covered in many science-y things. Beakers, boxes, books, and test tubes littered the counter, as well as broken glass, bit of plants and strange coloured powder which filled the many jars clustered together. He pulled over a beaker of whitish power, covered by a thin piece of plastic wrap and a rubber band, and emptied one syringe of Will's blood into it. He gave it a good stir with a glass spoon before adding a few more ingredients near him. After mixing it all up and looking at the Journal to make sure he was getting it right, the pain serum was finally ready to be tested.

Ford filled a clean syringe with the liquid and came over to his test subject with a sadistic grin.

Will wriggled, tilting the chair over as he failed to escape the on-coming torture. He let out a yelp as he hit the floor, knocking his head painfully on the hard ground. Ford didn't bother to pick him up. He wasn't going anywhere. The demon let out a terrified whimper as the needle came closer, before it was roughly shoved into his arm.

Ford stepped back with a pen and notebook in his hands, waiting to record the effects excitedly, his foot taping.

Will could already feel the cold liquid entering his bloodstream, warming up to meet his body temperature,

Then the pain hit.

It was like that time he had accidentally rubbed chili into his eyes while cooking, except this burned far worse than that small vegetable ever did and seemed to cover every inch of his being in a fire-y type burn. He could hear himself screaming as his ears rang and his body shook. He struggled in the bonds, tears rolling down his face as he tried to find some sort of relief.

Ford scribbled away, a smile on his face, it was working perfectly!

Eventually the pain started to disappear and Will's struggling stopped as he panted there on the floor, sweat running down his face and his skin red from screaming. Ford kneeled down beside him, grabbing his wrist in his six fingers hand and feeling for the pulse. Although slightly erratic it was slowly returning to normal. He checked him over for any side-effects and cleaned everything up before he took Will (Now out cold) back to his room.

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Will woke up in his bed in the middle of the night and sat up, screaming bloody murder as he clutched at the bed sheets. Mason, who had been awake all night with worry, ran in without knocking and scooped him into a hug as he started sobbing. "What the hell did he do to you this time? This is the last straw." he grumbled.

Will just shook his head, all he wanted was for Mason to hug him, that small affection was all he needed right now as it made him feel safe. Mason sensed this and held him close, rubbing his back and making soothing noises as crystal tears ran down Will's pale features.

Eventually the demon calmed down, and he smiled up at Mason as he wiped the tears away with the back of his shaky hand, "Th-Thank you."

Mason smiled back "Are you feeling better?" he asked, running a hand through Will's blue hair as it stuck to his sweaty forehead.

Will gently took his face, eyes tired and watery "Much better."

Mason's eyes widened as Will leaned in, brushing his lips against his softly, trying to savor the moment and not rush. But Mason didn't care for slow, he closed his eyes and kissed him back, hard, enjoying the feeling of Wills mouth on his.

"I love you too" Mason said, once he pulled away for a breather.

Will leaned his forehead on his and they both giggled. "I'm all gross, I need a shower" the demon complained his nose wrinkled in the cutest way and

Mason chuckled "I honestly don't care."

Will stood up from his bed and stretched his muscles "Well, I do."

"Are you hungry? You want me to go get you something to eat while you clean up?"

Will nodded, face red as he blushed "That would be lovely, thank you"

Mason peeked his cheek and left his room to go rustle something up for him.

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Will came out of the bathroom fresh and clean, and was greeted with a bacon and cheese sandwich, fresh from the grill and sitting on his bedside table.

Will's mouth practically watered as he sat down, now clothed in a pair of Mason's pajamas "Oh my stars, that smells amazing!"

Mason chuckled from his spot on the armchair in the corner which he had brought in beforehand "Thanks, it's the only thing I can actually make,"

Will picked it up and took a bite, a smile on his face. "Delicious."