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He's a Beacon to Help Them on Their Way,But His Own Light Is Dimming (DAllistor)

"Calm,"

The man growled,picking up the scalpel and pricking Daniel's arm in warning. The Irishman froze instantly,whimpering under his breath as a barb brushed against something in his wrist that made pain lance up his whole arm.

"Good,now,introductions,"

The man smiled sadistically,rolling the two pills between his thumb and index finger.

"My name's Troy,I assume you've heard of me?"

Daniel only glared at him,jaw starting to ache from being pried and held open.

"So what's your name?"

Troy asked mockingly,a smug look flashing behind his eyes before chuckling,

"No need to speak,I already know your name. Daniel,mm?"

Daniel made a low growling noise,which Troy seemed to take as a yes.

"Delightful,"

The blonde grinned,and without another word,dropped the two pills into the Irishman's mouth. Daniel refused to swallow,but Troy seemed to have predicted that,and disappeared from his side for a moment. In the few seconds he had,Daniel struggled to spit the pills out,but the angle he was at prevented him from moving it very far from the back of his throat. Troy returned with a plastic cup that was filled with water,smirking to himself. He tilted the cup downwards above Daniel's mouth,chilling water spilling over the paper thin brim and into the struggling male's mouth. Troy was quick to act,putting aside the cup then removing the tool that kept Daniel's jaw held open. He closed Daniel's mouth forcefully and tilted his head back,forcing the Irishman to swallow the water and the two pills.

"We don't have to do this the hard way,"

Troy said,eyes alight with malice,

"But I'd much rather prefer it that way."

He took the scalpel and drug the serrated edge along Daniel's jaw,splitting the skin along it's trail. Daniel bit back a whimper,but realised he couldn't have even if he wanted. The pills Troy had forced him to swallow was slowing his functions rapidly. His head throbbed painfully as his vision started to get spotted,and his limbs felt as heavy as anvils. His breathing was even slowing considerably,breaths coming out shorter,with a longer period of nothing in between. Unconsciousness seemed welcoming,and at arm's length away. Maybe if he just stretched...

"Don't fall asleep on me now,"

Troy's voice broke through the pounding in his head,and Daniel's eyes widened at the sharp pain that bloomed in his shoulder. A cracked whimper fell past his nearly chapped lips as the crimson petals burst from the wound,blossoming around the blade that had been plunged into Daniel's flesh.

"You have to stay awake,"

Troy taunted,

"I don't appreciate students sleeping during a lesson."

Daniel uttered another whimper as the blade twisted before withdrawing,a thick strand of blood detaching from the blade and falling onto his shirt,staining it instantly before pooling outwards and spreading. The blade travelled down,before twisting into the flesh of Daniel's stomach,making a long,shallow cut that made the Irishman's eyes water in pain. The blade travelled down to his thigh,where the flesh there was abused with multiple,long,deeper cuts that sliced through the fabric of his jeans and into his skin. Throughout his abuse,Daniel struggled to keep his jaw clenched as the pills slowly took over his mind,his thoughts being silenced and reduced to a mere whisper. But they still screamed,but farther away,locked into a dark,isolated place in his mind.