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The man set about cutting the shirt from Tommy. The sliced material fell to the floor, drops of blood apparent from the cut in Tommy's chest. Tommy bit his lip to prevent anymore whimpers from escaping. He was determined not to let the man have the satisfaction of hearing his fear. Once he was done with the shirt, the man walked all the way around Tommy.
"Why are you doing this to us?" Fang asked, tears in her voice. She refused to let them fall though. The man stopped walking for a moment and regarded her curiously. “You want to know that? Would it bring you comfort?” He asked. “No, but tell us anyway.” She demanded. “I think you’ll have to wait longer.” He smiled at her. She turned her head away from him. His eyes gleamed sadistically at her and it scared her. She looked to her left and watched Chloe. The vocalist was staring at the man in white with a horrified look on her face.
“You’re sick.” She said, her voice trembling. The man smiled. “Thank you.” Nikki struggled against his bonds, frantic to get to Tommy. He could see the fear in the younger man’s eyes and it made him angry. How could someone do this to his drummer?
Mick narrowed his eyes, shifting his hands behind his back slightly. There! He slipped his hands free and held the cuffs behind his back. Anne swept back in the room and bowed slightly to the man. “Master, there’s a problem that you need to see to immediately.” She bowed again and disappeared. The man nodded to them and followed her out.
Mick took his chance and allowed the cuffs to slip from his grasp, though they were still held in place by the chain that kept them all bound together. Fang, feeling the shifting of the chain as Mick was closest to her, looked over. “What are you doing?” She hissed, glancing back at the door. “Saving us.” Mick grunted at her. He freed her hands, then moved on to Chloe.
She smiled shakily at him. He patted her on the shoulder, then moved on to Nikki, who raced to Tommy's side. “Hey, you okay?” He stroked Tommy's cheek, coaxing the other man to open his eyes, which had been tightly closed. “Peachy, just fuckin’ peachy.” Tommy's brown eyes flashed angrily. “Hey, calm down, so I can get you down from there, okay?” Nikki asked. Tommy nodded jerkily.
Nikki moved to the wall and flicked the switch he had seen the man in white use earlier when he had been lifting Tommy to make an example of him.
Tommy was lowered to the ground, and Nikki freed him, the drummer falling into his waiting arms, his body curving to fit his friend’s. “Shh, shh, we’re going to be okay now, okay?” Nikki whispered in Tommy's ear. Tommy nodded and inhaled slowly.
Meanwhile, Mick had succeeded in freeing the rest of them. Nikki guided Tommy over to the group. “How are we going to get out of here?” Vince asked, voice shrill. “It’s not like we have anything to fight them with.” Raine said, eyebrows knitting together in worry. “We don’t even know who or what we’re up against.” James pointed out. “We’re so screwed.” DJ muttered, kicking at the ground in a dejected sort of way.
“Hey, don’t say that!” Angel said, shooting the guitarist a glare, then looking meaningfully at Tommy, who was still clinging to Nikki. DJ looked apologetically at her. “Well, maybe we cou-” Annette was cut off suddenly as the door flew open again.
The man in white clucked his tongue in a disappointed way. “Well, well. What do we have here?” He smiled at them evilly.
The man set about cutting the shirt from Tommy. The sliced material fell to the floor, drops of blood apparent from the cut in Tommy's chest. Tommy bit his lip to prevent anymore whimpers from escaping. He was determined not to let the man have the satisfaction of hearing his fear. Once he was done with the shirt, the man walked all the way around Tommy.
"Why are you doing this to us?" Fang asked, tears in her voice. She refused to let them fall though. The man stopped walking for a moment and regarded her curiously. “You want to know that? Would it bring you comfort?” He asked. “No, but tell us anyway.” She demanded. “I think you’ll have to wait longer.” He smiled at her. She turned her head away from him. His eyes gleamed sadistically at her and it scared her. She looked to her left and watched Chloe. The vocalist was staring at the man in white with a horrified look on her face.
“You’re sick.” She said, her voice trembling. The man smiled. “Thank you.” Nikki struggled against his bonds, frantic to get to Tommy. He could see the fear in the younger man’s eyes and it made him angry. How could someone do this to his drummer?
Mick narrowed his eyes, shifting his hands behind his back slightly. There! He slipped his hands free and held the cuffs behind his back. Anne swept back in the room and bowed slightly to the man. “Master, there’s a problem that you need to see to immediately.” She bowed again and disappeared. The man nodded to them and followed her out.
Mick took his chance and allowed the cuffs to slip from his grasp, though they were still held in place by the chain that kept them all bound together. Fang, feeling the shifting of the chain as Mick was closest to her, looked over. “What are you doing?” She hissed, glancing back at the door. “Saving us.” Mick grunted at her. He freed her hands, then moved on to Chloe.
She smiled shakily at him. He patted her on the shoulder, then moved on to Nikki, who raced to Tommy's side. “Hey, you okay?” He stroked Tommy's cheek, coaxing the other man to open his eyes, which had been tightly closed. “Peachy, just fuckin’ peachy.” Tommy's brown eyes flashed angrily. “Hey, calm down, so I can get you down from there, okay?” Nikki asked. Tommy nodded jerkily.
Nikki moved to the wall and flicked the switch he had seen the man in white use earlier when he had been lifting Tommy to make an example of him.
Tommy was lowered to the ground, and Nikki freed him, the drummer falling into his waiting arms, his body curving to fit his friend’s. “Shh, shh, we’re going to be okay now, okay?” Nikki whispered in Tommy's ear. Tommy nodded and inhaled slowly.
Meanwhile, Mick had succeeded in freeing the rest of them. Nikki guided Tommy over to the group. “How are we going to get out of here?” Vince asked, voice shrill. “It’s not like we have anything to fight them with.” Raine said, eyebrows knitting together in worry. “We don’t even know who or what we’re up against.” James pointed out. “We’re so screwed.” DJ muttered, kicking at the ground in a dejected sort of way.
“Hey, don’t say that!” Angel said, shooting the guitarist a glare, then looking meaningfully at Tommy, who was still clinging to Nikki. DJ looked apologetically at her. “Well, maybe we cou-” Annette was cut off suddenly as the door flew open again.
The man in white clucked his tongue in a disappointed way. “Well, well. What do we have here?” He smiled at them evilly.
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