I'll never say

Welcome to the show

Patryck groaned, opening his eyes and wondering what happened. Any sleepiness left him as he took in his surroundings. He was sitting at a table, cains bounding him to his chair. The last thing he remembered was holding Paul as he cried, how had he gotten here?

 His gold eyes finally landed on the only other person in the room, Paul. He had a bandage patch covering his left temple. Memories suddenly flashed through his head. The drive to the base, seeing that girl next to him, her care crashing into his, the car tumbling off the road. Now he was worried about Paul, was he okay? 

Apparently he was because tired silver eyes opened, tiredness quickly being replaced by confusion and fear. Their eyes met, but before either of them could speak, a young woman entered the room. The same woman who took their son.

"What the hell do you want from us?" Patryck spat, glaring at her. She rolled her eyes and sat down at the table.

"Such a rude welcome! You should be thankful he patched you up!" She huffed. 

"I don't care about that, why the hell are we here!?" Pat pressed, having none of this girls bullshit.

"Isn't it obvious? We want to know where your base is." She smiled. It was true, tord had been kidnapped before over information. Though I'm those times the army was never this strong, and they usually got him back within a day or two.

"Well it's been three months and the Red leader still hasn't told you. Has it not occured that maybe you're not going to get it." Paul said. 

"Of course it's occured. That's why you're here. I'm sure you want the best for your son, no?" She cocked her head.

"if you know that much, you should know that you aren't going to get anything from us." Patryck grumbled, trying not to shout. The key to these things was keeping your head.

"Oh I'm sure you're as tough as him, if not better. But I know you wouldn't let him die, would you?" They both froze. They weren't going to kill him, were they? "I'm sure Mr. Larsøn wouldn't want harm to come to you two either."

"You aren't going to get it." Paul said. He didn't care if they went through pain. He just didn't want anything to happen to his son.

"I expected as much. Let me show you something that might change your minds though." Tay smirked.

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Tord woke to find himself in a dark room. He felt like shit, though that was a usual. Despite being in this spot many times before, he could help but feel like this time something was different. Ignoring the burning in his arms, Tord forced himself up. The wall right in front of him was glass, and behind it stood three terrified people.

"Ah, you're finally awake." Came a soft, almost robotic voice. Quickly looking to his right, Tord saw one of his other torturers, Kai. Kai was the worst in his opinion. They weren't like Tay, as they hardly showed emotions or excitement, but where they lacked they sure made up for it in words. Kai was very smart, and every word that left their mouth was well thought out. Not to mention they knew just what to say to get into your head.

"As you've seen, we have a few spectators to enjoy the show. Doesn't that sound nice?" 

"Don't touch him!" Edd's voice rang out, laced with anger. Kai looked at him, almost curious at his display. As if to test him, they roughly grabbed Tord's hair and forced him to face his lovers. "Leave him alone!"

"I don't think I will, edd. After all, we have many things to do today and it wouldn't be right for us to just… stop." Their crystal blue eyes moved from edd to Tord, face never changing from that neutral look. They gave a hard tug, electing a pained cry from the norski. "We are going to have so.. much.. fun.'