I'll never say

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Oh oh oh!

Tord hung his head, blood loss making him oh so dizzy. Numerous cuts and bruises littered his body. He felt so tired, tired of all the pain. How long had it been since he'd last been tortured? He couldn't tell, he never had a sense of time in this awful place. It felt like forever ago, but surely it wasn't that long. The footsteps of Pay and Tim echoed in his ears. Too loud, why was everything so loud? The shuffle of feet, the clatter of metal tools, the slight sizzle as a barrel of hot coal was lit. He could hear it all. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the outside world.

He gasped as a sharp pain made itself known in his neck, shortly followed by an energy boost. Damnit, why couldn't they let him sleep?  Sighing, his eyes peered at Pay, whose entire face was covered by a mask. Tord had to wonder what he was hiding under there. Pay didn't linger, walking away once more. 

With nothing else to do and no more energy to fight, tord stared dully at the mirror on the other wall. In fact, the whole wall was a  mirror. This had him questioning what the original purpose of the room was. What was this building originally? Or was it built specifically for this? Why would a room need a  whole wall to be a mirror — the sudden realization had tord casting his eyes to the ground. That wasn't just a mirror, it was a one-way mirror. Why else would they have it?

"Are you still willing to be so stubborn?" Tim asked, stepping in front of him. Tord narrowed his eyes. 

"Fuck you." He snarled. Tim clicked his tongue, stepping out of his line of sight once again. If these assholes think, for even a moment, that he would betray his army like that they were sorely wrong. 

Tim stood next to him, eyebrows pitched together in worry. It was hard to tell with the mask covering the lower half of his face. It was only then tord noticed the branding iron in his hand, the end burning a bright red. "That's fine then." 

Tord's eyes widened in fear, his heart skipping a beat at the sight. No no no, he couldn't be branded. His breathing quickened. He tried to back up, but the chains holding him limited his movement. "Get away, get away from me!" He whimpered fearfully.

"You did this to yourself," Tim said blankly, aggressively pressing the burning metal into his shoulder with a hiss. A scream was ripped from his throat. He slumped forward, his flesh burning.

"Fuck!" Tord choked out, Tim stepped back, pulling the iron away. "Fuck fuck fuck!" He babbled, curling in on himself. Tim said something to pay, but Tord couldn't hear him over his own shrieks.

Fingers digging into the flesh of his arms, he shakily stared in the direction of the people who hurt him. Why? Why did he have to go through this? What did he ever do to deserve this? Sure, he fucked up sometimes and did bad things of panic, but he was still young. He wasn't perfect, no one was. 

His head was swimming, but he feared falling asleep. The threat Kai posed last time still echoing in his mind. If he was too weak, his boyfriends would take his place. He refused to let them get hurt. But wasn't he hurting them already? Letting them watch someone they cared about being tortured. Pay crouched down in front of him, eyes gleaming from underneath the white mask.  

"This is your last chance." He said calmly, a syringe filled with a luminescence pink liquid. Tord tried to growl, but all that came out was a broken whimper. 

"Do... Do whatever you want," tord whined, glaring at him with glossy eyes. Pay huffed quietly, pricking him with the needle and pushing the mystery liquid into his bloodstream. For a moment nothing happened, and Tord was confused. But that was only for a moment. Instantly pain shot through him, paralyzing him. Tord let out an ear-piercing shriek, hands flying to his hair and tugging harshly. Tears blurred his vision, eyes rolling back in utter agony.