This chapter has violence in it! I will put a second warning down below! Please read it all!!!!
Tord's Perspective
I stared at the man sitting at the head of the table, still in his professional uniform just like before. He kept his head high and rarely gave me a glance as he ate and chatted with Edd and Matt. Both of them looked so different, and it was quite obvious. Matt had suffered from a few injuries, the most prominent ones showing painful results. He had his left eye replaced, as well as most of his chin. He didn't seem nearly as joyful or narcissistic, instead letting Edd and Tom lead their conversation as he occasionally commented. He was mostly quiet, eating and even looking away from the others. He was very self-conscious now, and it showed. Edd wasn't physically altered much, but had a black coat over his green hoodie. It was a strange but stylish choice. For the entire meal, I engaged in no conversation aside from asking for foods across the table. Everyone acted like life was normal, like I wasn't a psychopath. Like they didn't hate me, and I didn't scar them. But they also acted as if I didn't exist.
My parents weren't being very talkative either, but they never where in a larger crowd. Both introverts at heart who acted like the type to meet up secretly and kiss, as if they're Romeo and Juliet. Except two Romeo's. Once the meal was over, which I had hardly touched, the others left. I was going to follow suit, if not for a hand gently touching my shoulder. I stopped my movements instantly, turning my head to stare at the male grasping my shoulder. I turned around to face the cyborg man and casually stuffed my hands into my jean pockets. "How are you adjusting Tord? You barely touched your meal, are you sickly?" Tom asked and took his rough hand away from my shoulder. I stared at the man blankly and chose not to answer straight away. We just stared at each other, attempting to psychoanalyze the other person. "... I think you know why, Thomas. Or what should I call you now? Hm?" I spoke with an edge and narrowed my eyes at the uncharacteristically put together male.
He seemed to pick up on my sour attitude and moved closer, causing the gap between us to decrease greatly. "You never told me what that dream was about, you know." He reminded me, in reference to during his surgery. I knew exactly what he meant, but I didn't want to tell him. I want to defy him in every way possible. I visibly flinched when the male aggressively gripped the soft sweater collar on my neck, pulling me forward onto him. "Answer me Tord, you have no right to hide anything from your superior. Tell me everything." He ordered in a low growl. I narrowed my eyes at the man and looked at the position I was in. My hands were delicately pressed against his vest, and my legs had found holding while allowing my pelvis to press up against the male aggressively interrogating me. I looked up in time to see his expression turn from pissed and stern to a mix of disgusted and flustered. "I can't believe you're hard, you ridiculous pervert." He muttered and kept his hold on my sweater, loosening it as an attempt to pull away from me.
Yeah, getting a knee up my crotch is a good way to check if I'm erect. "So I am." I hummed calmly as if he had just told me the sky is blue. It's not like I'm ashamed, anyone who knows me knows that I'm an aggressively horny man and won't apologize for being that way. Tom stared at me with increasing disgust and visibly cringed. "I can't be serious when I know that you're getting off to me." He hissed and pulled his hand away from me, also removing his leg from my general vicinity. "Hm. Well, thanks for helping me remember I'm switch. Ciao!" I said with a grin before walking away. I heard Tom gag as I began to leave the room. Oh yeah, definitely worth getting a boner for. "Geez- geez geez- come here you disgusting pervert-." He quickly said and I turned around, casually strolling over. I had broken his "mightier than thou" attitude, and it was hilarious. Now he looked like a kid who had discovered porn for the first time. "Wanna do it again? I'm much more willing to this time~." I teased with a smirk.
His embarrassment grew before he got his bearings and glared at me. "Listen you little hell-spawn, I'm not going to let you disrespect me." He started out and quickly approached me, pinned me down against the private dining table. I stared at the male with my grin still intact, wincing when he pressed his fancy little gun against my cheek. "You will respect me like every other soldier in this army, and even more for not killing you to save space in the medical center. You were gone for two years, and I've taken care of everything for you. Pay your damn respects or get your brains blown out." He angrily spat and I stared at the void-eyed man pinning me down by my arm. "I seriously didn't hear anything but "let me fuck you, I'm alpha"." I mocked, quickly losing smug my attitude once a bullet slid within centimeters of my head. A warning shot, right next to my head. And so close up too. He wasn't fooling around, and I knew it. I stayed silent and frowned, not losing eye contact with the man pressing a deadly gun against my skull.
This did not turn me on anymore, I wasn't ready to leave this world and know that my parents were sobbing over a dead body. "That seemed to get your attention." He said coldly and I tuned into my senses which I had ignored due to overconfidence. My heart was racing, my hand and legs were quivering pathetically, and my eyes were wider than ever. This man was dead serious, and my body knew it as much as I did. "You have nothing to complain about, you ungrateful bitch. I'm keeping you here, feeding you and giving you everything you could want. You have no excuses, none. So why don't you clue me in buddy, tell me, what's going through your thick demon skull that tells you I won't shoot right now and not feel any remorse?" He asked in a threatening voice. I winced when his grip on my human arm tightened aggressively, digging his sharp monster claws into my flesh.
"I'll kill you, you stupid bastard. You've put me through so much, and yet even after I've done you this enormous favor, you can't seem to understand how much hot water you're in. How about I dip your arm in acid? How about I keep you in a freezing cell and starve you? How about I dress you in the most humiliating clothing I can find and parade you around? How about I whip you until you scream?!" He hysterically yelled, his voice raising with each karma related punishment. God, I made this furious man hate me more than I could ever comprehend. "How about I destroy everything you love, including the people?" He spat before grabbing me by the hair and tossing me to the ground.
!!!WARNING!!! EXPLICIT VIOLENCE!!! THIS ENDS AT THE START OF THE NEXT CHAPTER!!! (I'm being serious this is painful but doesn't have much blood.)
My face harshly slammed into the floor, fracturing my noise and knocking the air out of me simultaneously. I grunted when a foot slammed into my back. I didn't bother to turn my head to see him and fuel his burning anger. I grunted again when he slammed his shoe into my spine. "How does this feel, you crazy bitch? Hm? Does it feel as good as your messed up mind thought I felt during all of that? Does it make you laugh and mock me?" He spat and continued to harshly kick my spine. I kept my teeth gritted together as he continued to abuse my back. I could have moved if I really tried, but that gun is surely locked and loaded, ready to spray me with deadly bullets and kill me within seconds. I cried out in pain when something snapped or popped or pulled in my back, something unnatural that made the deserved stomping hurt ten times more. As he continued, I screamed out in pain every time as it got harder and harder. It felt like my spine would snap at any moment, until it stopped.
My body shook violently in place as I laid on the ground, pain radiating through my body. I attempted to hold back another pained noise and whimpered as my clothes were torn off of me. I knew he was doing this as even revenge, but I was still suffering. Once I was stripped down to my last article of clothing, I braced for something to happen. Anything. Nothing happened for minutes as I shook and grasped the carpet below me. Nothing but deadly silence. I then let out a pained scream as the shoe slammed into my bare spine. This kept going for many minutes, until my heavily injured back was given mercy. I didn't know if I could even move. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to live. "You'll be okay, you big baby. You're a demon, strong and proud. I bet you'll walk it off." He taunted and I hissed in pain as he kicked it again. Tears of pure pain were streaked down my cheeks, pooling in the carpet I clung to desperately. "I don't think this is enough. You'll be okay by tomorrow if I let you go now." He spoke in a dark voice.
I prepared for another strike to my spine, only to have my hand kicked. My one working hand. Now that my hand had instinctively let go of the carpet, my fingers were easily targeted. I couldn't bare to look at my hand as it was heavily damaged, each hit making my cries for mercy louder. Once multiple of my fingers were broken and battered, he seemed to give up his tormenting for a moment. Maybe finally he'll let me free, though there's no way I could move with this agonizing pain. However, to finish off my misery, he rubbed salt in the wound by pissing on me. Even I didn't ever want to do that to him. Now that I was sufficiently humiliated and mutilated, he walked away humming contently. He stopped at the doorway and turned, his digital gaze colder than the arctic. I stared back with a clearly pained expression. "I'll at least give you the benefits of sleeping in a disgusting and freezing cell." He sneered before approaching me. I held back more pained tears as he pealed me off of the ground and carried me to the dungeon. Once he found a cold enough cell, he unlocked it and tossed me in. I let out a cry of immense pain and listened as he locked the cell and walked off.