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[Markus Simons]

"I should gut you right now, you know that? You make me SICK. You remind me of Andrew, you know that? Hes a pathetic cheater. He doesnt deserve anything. And neither do you." He pulled him up, pushing him to get him to start walking. But he held the knife close.

He might not hurt him. But he certainly wasnt gonna tell the boy that. Oh no. That would mean he was weak. That he CARED.

And Markus didnt.

[Kit Livingston]

Kit scrambled to his feet, careful to avoid the sharp knife, every moment feared as his last. What was the boy going to do to him? If he was going to kill him, why couldn't he just end this torture. And if he wasn't, why did he have to do this at all? He hobbled forwards, clutching his aching chest.

Andrew. He should have known he was connected with him somehow. He-

He bent over, coughing and clutching his chest. He opened his eyes again, seeing blood on the floor, and touching his lips where he felt the liquid. He looked at the blood on his hand, knowing that he would need a doctor, but knowing that this boy would never let him anywhere near one.

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[Markus Simons]

"Cant handle a few broken ribs?" He asked, smirking.

"Get out of my sight, you pathetic fool. Go back to your boyfriend." But before he let him go, he grabbed him by the shirt, yanking him forward roughly.

"I WILL hunt you down. And I WILL kill you. So go ahead. Give me a reason." He narrowed his eyes. "You tell ANYONE I so much as looked in your direction, I swear Ill gut you in front of your boyfriend. And dont you think I wont. Do you understand me, brat?"

He didnt let him go, but gripped him tightly, the knife pressed to his stomach.

[Kit Livingston]

Kit looked at Markus, his body shaking. He couldn't take any more of this, couldn't be pushed around or threatened anymore. His life depended on just nodding and doing what he said and somehow words slipped out of his mouth he hardly recognised.

"Go to Hell...."

They didn't sound like his words, didn't seem like anything Kit would do with a knife pressed against him, and it was certainly the wrong time to grow a pair. But he didn't look like he regretted it, gritting his teeth and looking Markus directly in the eyes.

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[Markus Simons]

"Ive got reservations, brat." He said, tucking his knife away. But he wasnt done with this boy, oh no. He bent down, grabbing him by the ankles and yanking his feet out from under him, the boy falling hard enough to knock him out. He smirked, picking him up and carrying him to the window of his dorn, opening it and throwing him inside, not caring if he hurt him or not. He didnt care anymore.

He grabbed a shirt, tearing it to shreads. He picked Kit up, throwing him on the bed. He pulled his hands over his head, tying them tightly. Then he tied his ankles to the bed too, a smirk on his face.

He pulled a chair up, propping his feet on the boys chest as he waited for him to wake up.

[Kit Livingston]

Pain...

Stay with me, Kid. Gotta enjoy the whole ride...

No... The pain was too much, there would be more if he woke.

I won't let you sleep now!

His eyes burst open, taking in a deep breath and trying to pull the heavy weight from his chest. He struggled, finding himself tied and the weight too much. He coughed again, trying to breath properly, unable to wipe away the drop of blood from his mouth as he looked around the room in horror. And it really was like a horror movie.

He tried desperately to fight his binds, using all his force into pulling against the ropes and doing nothing but make his wrists red and sore.

[Markus Simons]

Markus smirked.

"Do you want a chance to say goodbye? To your petty little boyfriend?" He eyed him carefully. He wasnt about to let this ungrateful punk go. And he wasnt about to let him see anyone. Until he got an apology.

"Hes gonna miss you. Alot. Im sure." He walked to the door, locking it shut and propping a chair against it. Then he walked over to Kit, pulling out his knife and cutting off his shirt.

"Something tells me, youre not gonna give me what I want."

[Kit Livingston]

Tears ran down Kits face, as he closed his eyes trying to get rid of them. No, he wouldn't give his tormenter that advantage. He wouldn't let him see him cry anymore.

He gritted his teeth again, breathing heavily as he hissed at him, trying to pull himself as deep into the bed and far away from him as he could. He closed his eyes tightly. "ZEKE!" he screamed as loudly as he could. "ZEKE! CRYS! ANYONE, PLEASE HELP ME!!" he screamed as loudly as he could. This was the school, he could tell that from the walls and the familiar layout of the room. Surely someone would hear him?

[Markus Simons]

"Oh no you dont. You just realize, you gave away your boyfriend." He smirked, shoving the rest of the shirt into his mouth, his stomach churning as he heard him gag. He pulled the duct tape from the beside table, taping his mouth closed.

"Now see what you did? I just might have to kill you, you know that?" He traced his knife down his chest, making a faint pink line with the blade.

"Are you gonna be a good boy? I just might spare your life."

[Kit Livingston]

Kit looked down, still trying to scream even as the tape came over his mouth. It had been hard enough to breath without this. He looked at the horror of his torso being scraped with the sharp blade - he'd only just recovered from the bruises and cuts from his last attack. And now he could see black swelling on his side where his ribs had broken.

He closed his eyes, turning to the cieling as he nodded obediently. He had no other choice.

Zeke... Crys... Brendan.... whoever can hear this... please save me.... he sent psychically, though he was so used to using his trinkets that he wasn't sure if his message could reach any of them, if it managed to get past Markus unnoticed.

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[Markus Simons]

Markus smirked. He knew these kids were magic. He knew they had their tricks.

And he had his tricks too.

He pulled his hand back, slapping Kit across the face.

"Shut up." He whispered to him, grabbing his dropped knife again and poising it over Kits chest. "Give me a reason. Ill do it."

And he would too. What kind of killer would he be if he didnt give them a chance to beg? And if Kit knew what was good for him, hed be down on his knees. All things considered.

[Kit Livingston]

Kit screamed as best he could with his mouth gagged, tried to fight his way out of the bonds. Give me a reason... It was always a reason, he wouldn't ever let him free, so he might as well try and fight for his way out, plead or fight or whatever. His desperation couldn't let him see that his screams for 'save me' looked like attempts to escape and fight against his master.

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[Markus Simons]

Markus smiled, watching him struggle. Really? How strong could a shirt be? He cut his legs free, wondering if he could figure a way out. But Markus would much rather have him beg.

He reached down, pulling off the guys jeans in a flick of the wrist.

"One kiss and Ill let you go. Hows that sound?" He offered, pushing his shirt open. "Sound fair enough?"

[Kit Livingston]

Kit's eyes closed even tighter, fighting off the image of the boy close to him as well as the memories. He knew where this would end up, and he knew in that moment he'd rather die. He shook his head, breathing heavily.

He stopped for a moment, feeling something different. Yes!

He pulled himself up, his arms finally free as he pulled himself out, smacking him across the side of the face just long enough to stun him as he scrambled his way off the bed, running desperately to the door.

Come on, OPEN ALREADY! he silently screamed as the door handle slipped from his slippy fingers, the chair refusing to come out the way enough to let him out.

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[Markus Simons]

"Youre gonna die here. Alone." He said, rubbing his cheek. It stung, sure. But nothing stung worse than the thought of leaving his brother again. Sometimes he wondered if his need to kill, need to torture was worth loosing the only person he had ever felt anything for.

"Oh no you dont!" He said cheerfully, walking over to him and grabbing him by the waist. He pulled him back, standing in front of the door.

"Im not interested in your kiss anymore. I want your life." He said as he tackled him to the ground.