Due to the success of our earlier ‘War on Gingers’ series (and owing to the whining horde of sulky carrot tops pestering us daily) we are re-commencing hostilities

The new series ‘Humiliate a Ginger’ commences TONIGHT

We will continue to highlight the ease with which the average angry redhead can be thoroughly humiliated

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6/21/2021

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Carrot Top 51- Restriction

Well, this was originally going to be a lot longer, but I decided to split it up into two separate chapters. Anyways, here’s chapter 51! Chapter 50. Masterlist.

CW: medical whump, experimenting on a whumpee, restraints, power-restricting/shock collars, some lady whump (nothing graphic, very brief), manhandling, possessive whumper, unconscious whumpee.

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“Is this the right place?” Micah whispered.

They had been traveling for nearly four hours, following the directions of the coordinates on the small device. They were all on the edge of their seats- exhausted, and incredibly worried. Mickie finished rebraiding her hair for the hundredth time and wiped the sweat from her palms onto her pants. 

“Well it looks pretty similar to the last time we had to rescue him, so I’d say we’re here.” Justin stated. He finished chugging the water bottle he had in his hand, crumpled it up and tossed it off to the side. 

“The last time?” Micah glanced around- staring at the concrete building, towering walls- a few stories high, glowing faintly in the dark light. “What should- what should I expect?”

“Considering he was practically drowning in a pool of his own blood- whatever that man has done, it’s- it’s going to be bad.” Mickie snarked- her voice trailing off as she stared out towards the building. 

Micah bit back his tongue, trying to swallow the fear. He had to stay level-headed for as much of this as he could. He glanced at Mickie as she zipped up her jacket. She looked so much like her brother- acted a lot like him too.

He wished the first time meeting his boyfriend’s sister would’ve been in better circumstances than a rescue mission.

His boyfriend…

Could he even call him that? 

He obviously knew the boy liked him, that was clear. But if he was ready for a whole other level to their relationship was another question.

As soon as Andrew was better- once he was safe, he’d ask him. He’d make sure of it.

Micah climbed out of the helicopter, following everybody else as he adjusted the pistol tucked in the waistband of his pants. 

They didn’t know he had brought a gun- after all, from their explanations they never needed them because of their powers. But he was just normal. Micah didn’t know how to fight like they did. But he did know how to defend himself.

And this man- whoever this ‘Splice’ was, had obviously done unexplainable horrors to his friend. 

There was no way he was walking in there empty-handed.

“So, Justin and I will walk in there first- hopefully we can minimize any fighting necessary with my controlling powers- and then Mickie, you can disguise you two and follow close behind? Kind of as backup if necessary, but I want you to stay out of sight if possible.” Ali explained.

Everyone nodded, they knew this had to go as smoothly as possible. For Andrew’s sake.

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Carrot Top 51- Restriction

Well, this was originally going to be a lot longer, but I decided to split it up into two separate chapters. Anyways, here’s chapter 51! Chapter 50.Masterlist.

CW: medical whump, experimenting on a whumpee, restraints, power-restricting/shock collars, some lady whump (nothing graphic, very brief), manhandling, possessive whumper, unconscious whumpee.

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“Is this the right place?” Micah whispered.

They had been traveling for nearly four hours, following the directions of the coordinates on the small device. They were all on the edge of their seats- exhausted, and incredibly worried. Mickie finished rebraiding her hair for the hundredth time and wiped the sweat from her palms onto her pants. 

“Well it looks pretty similar to the last time we had to rescue him, so I’d say we’re here.” Justin stated. He finished chugging the water bottle he had in his hand, crumpled it up and tossed it off to the side. 

“The last time?” Micah glanced around- staring at the concrete building, towering walls- a few stories high, glowing faintly in the dark light. “What should- what should I expect?”

“Considering he was practically drowning in a pool of his own blood- whatever that man has done, it’s- it’s going to be bad.” Mickie snarked- her voice trailing off as she stared out towards the building. 

Micah bit back his tongue, trying to swallow the fear. He had to stay level-headed for as much of this as he could. He glanced at Mickie as she zipped up her jacket. She looked so much like her brother- acted a lot like him too.

He wished the first time meeting his boyfriend’s sister would’ve been in better circumstances than a rescue mission.

His boyfriend…

Could he even call him that? 

He obviously knew the boy liked him, that was clear. But if he was ready for a whole other level to their relationship was another question.

As soon as Andrew was better- once he was safe, he’d ask him. He’d make sure of it.

Micah climbed out of the helicopter, following everybody else as he adjusted the pistol tucked in the waistband of his pants. 

They didn’t know he had brought a gun- after all, from their explanations they never needed them because of their powers. But he was just normal. Micah didn’t know how to fight like they did. But he did know how to defend himself.

And this man- whoever this ‘Splice’ was, had obviously done unexplainable horrors to his friend. 

There was no way he was walking in there empty-handed.

“So, Justin and I will walk in there first- hopefully we can minimize any fighting necessary with my controlling powers- and then Mickie, you can disguise you two and follow close behind? Kind of as backup if necessary, but I want you to stay out of sight if possible.” Ali explained.

Everyone nodded, they knew this had to go as smoothly as possible. For Andrew’s sake.

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It had been a little more than eight hours, and he was getting ready for the ninth transfusion. Double checking and triple checking everything- it seemed like it was going well. The cuts had closed up by now, which was good. He needed to retain the new blood- not continue to lose it. Splice admitted he looked beautiful though- the red lines covering the back of his body- the way his hair fell towards the ground- his eyes perfectly closed as he succumbed to the machine. 

He checked the blood in the eighth bag from where it was hung- it was nearly empty- when the door to the room burst open, and two small figures stepped inside.

“You’re early!” Splice cried.

“W-what?” The girl said.

“This is not how I had planned it to go!” He cried, throwing his hands down onto the cart of supplies with a crash. The two kids just stared at him in shock, the boy with a weapon of ice poised to attack, the girl standing just behind his shoulder. Her eyes were so focused on Andrew that she didn’t even glance towards the man as he spoke.

“I needed three more hours. Just three!” Splice groaned in frustration, shoving the cart to the wall with a crash. The girl flinched back as tools and supplies rained to the ground as it toppled.

Splice dug his fingers through his hair. What was he going to do now? The process was going to be interrupted if they tried to rescue him. True he could always restrain the other two while he finished, that was an option, but before he could come up with a plan, the boy jolted towards him.

“Let him go!” He cried as he lunged an attack.

Splice groaned in frustration, knocking Justin back towards the ground with a well-aimed kick. He quickly sprung back to his feet and began throwing punches and attacks as the man tried to defend. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the girl rushing towards his prisoner where he lay.

“Oh no you don’t-” He stepped away from Justin, causing him to fall off balance. Splice grabbed Ali by the arm as she reached for Andrew and threw her across the room in a swift move. He darted to the control panel- grabbing a lever towards the side.

“Stop!” He shouted. “Don’t move. This lever controls everything he’s hooked up to- I pull it, and all the machines keeping him alive and breathing, will shut off, splat, kapoot- that’s it.”

“No- don’t-” The girl whispered. 

“Oh I won’t hesitate.” He threatened. “It’s very noble that you want to help, and rescue him, but I need you to back away from the boy.” Splice demanded. The two kids did as they were told- holding their hands in the air. “Good. Now it’s very vital that I finish what I was doing, or this whole thing I’ve been working on will be useless.”

At the sound of his words, Splice’s own form seemed to melt off of his body. It pooled to the ground before rising up and splitting in two, creating two other replicas of the man. 

Ali shuddered as one of them approached her- they always looked so dead inside- nothing behind their eyes, no thoughts- no feelings, just whatever command they were given. 

“Grab her.” He commanded.

Ali couldn’t mind control something that didn’t have a mind of it’s own.

Her powers were useless against it as the figure pulled her arms tight behind her back, holding her in a tight grip. Justin darted towards her to help but the second clone grabbed his arm and pulled him back. 

He cried out, trying to swing a punch with his other arm but it was blocked just as quickly as he swung it. 

“Hey now-” Splice called out- motioning towards the lever- “I suggest you cooperate. For your friend’s sake here.”

Justin glared towards the man and let his arms be pulled behind his back with a grumble- glancing towards Ali to make sure she was alright. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of Andrew the entire time. 

“There we are, that’s better.” The man stated. He disconnected the drip bag that was now empty, and set it off to the side.

“What are you doing to him?” Ali asked. Her voice wavered with worry as she watched her friend lie there- unmoving, suspended in the air.

“Oh you don’t need to worry about that. Let’s get you two out of the way for the moment, shall we?”

Splice moved to the cart where he had collected a few extra collars. They were scattered about with the other supplies, but he managed to pick them out of the mess. The goal was to make more as time went on, for all future prisoners, but these other three he had rounded up would have to do, even if they may have been a little imperfect. 

He slipped one over his arm, grabbing the second in his hand. He pressed his thumb against a button and moved towards the girl.

“Hold still now- this will only pinch a little.”

“What are you- hey-” She cried out as the collar was locked around her throat, a sharp pinch in the back of her neck from the prongs. Almost instantly waves of pain shot up the back of her neck, exploding into her head. She groaned out- this was far worse than any migraine- and soon her vision began going spotty.

Her limbs felt heavy, and her knees began to buckle. 

Justin lashed out towards her as she started to fall. The clone struggled to hold him back, but as the other one laid Ali down by the wall it quickly came to restrain Justin as well.

“What did you do!” He cried. “What did you do to her!” He was seething with anger- thrashing about as a clone struck the back of his knees, tearing his arms behind him as he crashed to the ground. 

Justin watched with terror as she groaned and writhed on the floor- her hands clutching the sides of her head. His attention was quickly pulled away Splice approached him next with the second collar. 

“No- get that away from me!” 

Splice wrenched his head back with a fistful of his hair, exposing his neck and soon the collar was locked around his throat as well. He winced at the pain and nearly instantly began to feel slightly dizzy. 

“What is-” his fingers reached towards his throat. “What is this-” his breathing began to quicken.

“They’re power restricting, isn’t wonderful? Much easier than a surgical procedure, like we had to use last time” Splice explained. His clones came back and melded back into his form, as Justin collapsed on the ground- panting for breath.

“It’s different for each person. They’re beautifully made, but of course I’m a little biased, considering they are my creation.” He gestured towards the boy- his white hair drooping to the ground- his pale skin. “Andrew here simply became more easier to work with. For her, she’s probably having the worse migraine of her life, and you,” Splice knelt down in front of Justin- his face beginning to feel clammy as he tilted his chin up “-you will probably start feeling the affects of dehydration pretty soon. Your powers being water-based and all.”

Justin looked towards Ali once more. Herbody was shaking as her arms wrapped around her head. His limbs felt heavy as he dragged himself over to where she lay on the ground. His fingers fumbled uselessly over the edges of her collar- trying to find a clasp, an opening, or something.

“I wouldn’t recommend that if I were you.” Splice taunted.

“Take it off-” he pleaded- “it’s hurting her-”

“That won’t work- they’re encoded with my fingerprint. It’s the only way to remove them.”

Ali grumbled as he fussed with it some more- ignoring all the man’s direction.

“Take it off-” he demanded.

Splice shook his head, reaching for a small remote he kept in his pocket.

“Alright, well if you won’t listen to me-”

And then there was fire coursing through his veins. Justin flew back from Ali, his back crashing against the ground.

“Did I mention they have incapacitating abilities as well?”

The shocks coursed through his veins- spasming every muscle, tightening his lungs- and Justin screamed. Splice knelt near the boy as he thrashed against the ground, and waved the remote towards the girl.

“Next time- it’ll be her collar that goes off, understand?” 

Through his groans of pain Justin nodded, sweat pouring down his forehead as he spasmed. 

“Good. I suggest you listen from now on, yes?” 

Splice rose to his feet as he turned up the dial for the strength of the shocks, and Justin screamed once more.

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Carrot Top 50- Come Find Me

Alrighty, this is picking up the pace, and I finally figured out where it’s going. Here’s chapter 50. Chapter 49.Masterlist.

CW: medical whump, restraints, creepy/possessive whumper, blood mention, mention of previous injuries.

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It had been nearly fourteen hours. 

Fourteen hours since he had started this whole process with this new system. The machine, or whatever you’d want to call it.

Splice just needed to check and adjust some things, and prepare the final ingredients.

He moved towards the monitors in his office that connected to the cameras and screens he had set up displaying the boy. 

His breathing was just fine- as it should be. The machine ensured that. His heart was slow- maybe a little too slow but that wasn’t a concern for now. And his blood levels were at nearly 70 percent. That was perfect. In order for this to work he needed to have lost between 35 to 40 percent of his blood. Too much and it could be irreversible, but too little, and the new blood wouldn’t take hold.

Thankfully the system was keeping him in perfect balance, but now it was time once again to check up on his favorite patient. 

He was exactly how the man had left him. A gorgeous display of limbs- clammy and cold- glistening with a sheen of sweat. The pale white from his hair and his skin was a gorgeous contrast to the red of the blood that slowly dripped from the cuts he had made earlier. It left a puddle around the drain- slowly seeping down in streaks of red. He paced around the contraption, making sure all of the equipment and tools were functioning properly. 

As he moved the man trailed the tips of his fingers along the boy’s skin, finally resting the back of his hand on his forehead. He was cold to the touch- freezing even. 

But he didn’t move, or even flinch. He pried an eyelid open to find the white’s of Andrew’s eyes staring back. He let it close and after a few pats on his cheek there was finally some sign of life. 

He fluttered his eyes- staring straight up into the ceiling. His chest continued to rise and fall at the same steady pace even as his gaze landed on the man standing by his side. 

“Good- you’re still with me.” 

The man was talking but all Andrew could register was a slew of noise- it was indiscernible. His body had gone numb- not in the sense that he couldn’t feel- though he was sure the senses in his fingers and toes were long gone by now- but in the way his mind had completely disconnected from his body. 

“-begin, shall we?” the man stated. 

Andrew stared at the ceiling once more as he vaguely registered movement around him. The man was gathering things. He began with the boy’s right arm- and using the tubes already in his vein, he began to withdraw even more blood than what he had already lost- keeping a steady eye on his vital systems the entire time. 

After he was at the right blood loss level for the process, he flushed through some saline, before moving to his left arm. 

From the cart he had wheeled down from his office, he withdrew the first sample of new blood. 

‘Splice blood sample 1 of 12’ was the label on the bag. Eleven others just like it rested in the cart. 200 milliliters in each, twelve in total. Perfectly enough to replace what he’d lost. One bag every hour- for the next twelve hours. Then he could be taken off the machine, monitored, and experimented with to see if the process had worked. 

He rigged up the bag to the top of the IV pole, connected the tubes to the vein in his arm, and let the blood begin to flow.

Splice brushed the hair away from Andrew’s face as his eyes fell closed once more, letting the machine run it’s course through his body.

“I’ll be back in an hour.” He whispered.

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“Hey what- what time is it?” Ali stretched with a yawn, the covers falling away from her as she pulled herself up to sitting. It was still dark outside the window- they couldn’t have been asleep for long. 

Instantly stabbing pains shot behind her eyes as the light of her phone lit up in her hand. She was used to the migraines, but it still took a second for her to register the words and numbers on the lockscreen. 

“That can’t be right- no- Justin?” 

She shook his shoulder from where he lay on the other side of the bed. 

“Hey- wake up it’s been- I don’t know how long it’s been- goodness- Justin!”

“Hmm- what?” He rolled over on his side until he was facing her, nuzzling his forehead into her lap. “Wha time isit?” He mumbled.

“It’s a little after ten- but it’s- it’s tomorrow night- we couldn’t have slept that long. That’s like- like 27 hours.” She nudged him again as he tried to cuddle her back to sleep. “Justin! Come on, get up something’s-” She shot out of bed, throwing away the covers as her heart dropped in her stomach. 

“Wha- where- where are you going?” He called- reaching for her to come back to bed as she rushed out of the room.

“Andrew!” She called.

Justin swore under his breath and pulled away the covers. He stepped into the hallway rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he saw the living room out of the corner of his eye down the hall.

“Oh shit.” 

There was a mess everywhere. The coffee table was shattered in two large pieces, broken slivers of wood scattered about. As he looked around closer he saw the blood stains. Smeared into the carpet- leaving a dark and sticky splotch, and then a few splatters on the wall. 

He winced as he stepped on something sharp- a shard of glass. Rubbing his foot he glanced at the picture that had fallen down and shattered.

Graduation. Ali in the middle- the two boys on either side of her with their arms around her shoulders, each in their blue and white caps and gowns. They all looked so young then- freshly eighteen, so innocent and naive, ready for the future.

He picked up the picture from the mess of glass and blood and brushed it off, setting it on the couch before he heard a thud coming from the hallway.

“Ali-”

He found her collapsed against the wall- tears streaming down her face. Her hands were shaking as she stared at a crumpled piece of paper in her grip. He got down on his knees in front of her.

“What’s that- hey, let me see-”

She held it out to him, wiping her eyes. She’d already read it over and over.

“What is it?” He asked.

“He’s gone” She sobbed. “They- they took him, he’s- he’s not here, he-” Before she could say anymore another sob welled up in her chest and she buried her face in her hands.

Justin carefully uncrumpled the paper, noticing the scratchy handwriting- the smudged blue ink.

“To my two best friends:

I’ve written and rewritten this a thousand times. I hoped I wouldn’t have to write it, but I figured it would come in handy someday. If you’re reading this I guess that day is today.

Splice has been visiting. Not just in my dreams, but here, at home. He killed Dr. Howe and took his place. Please, I don’t want you to feel bad about any of this because it was my choice to keep it from you. I didn’t want any of you getting hurt because I tried to protect myself.

So now I guess this is it. I’m sorry we couldn’t say goodbye in person. 

Tell Micah I’m sorry I left, and that I wish we could’ve been more, but I guess it wasn’t meant to be. Let Dr. Tusik know how grateful I am for all the help and advice he’s given me over the years. And tell Mickie she’s so incredibly strong, and that her, and mom, and Erica will be just fine.

I love you all so much. If there’s one thing you can do for me now that I’m gone, is to be happy. I beg of you- don’t come after me no matter what. I don’t want him to hurt you too. So be happy- live your lives, go on and get married and have annoying kids that are just like you, and tell them all stories of their Uncle Andrew. 

It’ll be better for you all now that I’m gone.

I’m sorry,

Andrew.”

Justin crumpled the paper back up in his fist, shoving it into his pocket. Reading it once was enough. He could already tell from the tear stains and the scratched out words and carefully stated phrases- that it was just as hard for him to write as it was for them to read. 

He held out his hand to Ali as he stood up, and instantly pulled her into his arms. He held her as she cried, trying to keep his own tears at bay, and then gripped her by the shoulders, brushing her hair out of her face and wiping away her tears. Her dark eyes fell through her tangled hair- staring up at him for some answer to this nightmare.

“Darling- don’t blame yourself.”

“I could have stopped it.” She whispered.

“You don’t know that. That man he’s- he’s tricky. It’s not your fault.”

She shoved him away from her as she stumbled back to the wall.

“But it is!” She cried. “It is my fault! Because I’m the one who notices things, Justin. I can read minds for God’s sake! I should’ve known, I should’ve figured it out, God, I should have done something!”

“Ali- stop. Blaming yourself isn’t going to fix anything-” He reached for her hands again but she shoved him away.

“How many times has he been here, Justin? How many times has ‘Dr. Howe’ been here to help Andrew, when all the time it was Splice! He’s- he’s been in our house, under our roof- tormenting our friend!”

“Ali you couldn’t have known-”

She was nearly hysterical as she sobbed, the endless amounts of guilt, and grief, and fear and pain nearly causing her to collapse in on herself.

“All the times we didn’t think he was getting better- or that he was just having a rough day- and he was being torturedin our own house!”

At this point Justin wrapped her up in his arms. She thrashed about trying to pull away but he was far stronger. He held her against his chest, carrying her into the bedroom as she sobbed and protested. He set her on the edge of the bed, standing with his legs on either side of her knees. She sobbed as he gripped the sides of her face in his hands. Her hands reached up to grip the front of his tanktop- clutching the white fabric in shaking fingers. 

“Ali- Ali honey, I need you to look at me. You’re gonna shut down if you don’t breathe- I don’t want you retreating into your mind where I can’t reach you.”

He forced her face up to look into his- her eyes were full of tears, her cheeks red.

“Just breathe with me, I know things aren’t okay right now, but let’s focus on what we can do about it. Don’t overwhelm yourself with thoughts that are out of your control.”

Finally after a few minutes Ali was able to calm down- her breathing becoming slowly more steady. 

“There- that’s better. You alright?” She nodded and he sat beside her on the bed, gripping her hands in his. “Good. Now, what we’re going to do first is get dressed. Then we can call Dr. Tusik and start making a plan.”

She wiped away a few remaining tears. 

“A- a plan?”

“Well, we’re obviously going after him, aren’t we? We can’t leave him alone with that man- we’ve found him once, we can do it again.”

They were interrupted by the sound of a noise down the hall- a knock on the front door, followed by it opening slowly. Justin shot to his feet as footsteps padded into the living room, and then stopped. 

“Stay here-” He whispered. He focused his power, harnessing it behind his fingertips in a moment to strike, before he saw the familiar blue hair- the small stature.

Micah stared back at him from where he had been glancing around the room. He wore tight jeans, and a thick sweater- one that looked- that looked vaguely familiar to one Andrew had owned-

“I- I’m sorry.” He stated. “I know it’s late, but Andrew hasn’t answered me in a few days and I- I couldn’t get ahold of you- I tried knocking but there was no answer, I got worried, I couldn’t sleep, and I-”

He was cut off as Ali came down the hallway, having heard his voice. She wrapped him in a hug and he carefully returned it, continuing to take in the mess of the living room.

“Damn, what- what happened?” He asked. “Is Andrew alright? Where is he?”

Ali shook her head, trying to hold back another slew of tears that were threatening to burst. 

“I’m sorry I- I’m so, so sorry.”

Justin led her back to sit on the couch, and then pulled the crumpled paper from his pocket, offering it to the boy. Micah took it carefully before unfolding it and beginning to read. 

Once he finished he handed it back to Justin, and wiped a few tears that had streamed down his face.

“Alright- so who is this bastard, and where do we find him?”

Ali stared straight ahead- pointing up towards the top of the front door, they had nearly missed it. 

“I- I think there’s our answer.” She whispered.

There, taped to the door was a small device. About half the size of a cellphone, with a few buttons on the side, and a thicker pack on the back. Underneath, written in scratchy marks was the phrase,

‘Come find me.’ The black marker lines stood out on the paper where it was taped to the door- as if taunting them.

“What the hell-” Micah whispered.

Justin stormed over, tearing the device off of the door and crumpling the paper. He pushed a button on the side and the screen of the device lit up. Not even a second afterwards he dropped it with a thud onto the carpet.

“What the hell is right-” he mumbled.

“Let me see-” Ali stated. Justin tried to grab it before she could reach, but it was too late as the image flashed in front of her.

She yelped, covering her mouth right after.

It was an image of Andrew, a shadowy picture, dim lighting, but it was clear what the image was. 

It was Andrew, chained up in the back of his closet.

His wrists were strung up over the bar, and a cloth draped over his eyes, with that- that muzzle locked over his face. He was in nothing but loose sweatpants, and his bare chest was littered with bruises and marks. Even at a brief glance and with the dim lighting she could tell they were fresh.

Her stomach churned. She wanted to throw up. This was their house- Andrew’s bedroom, it was- it was his closet. She was right about him being tortured under their noses. What else had the man done while they were blissfully unaware? She blinked back the headache and tears as the screen flashed once more, revealing a set of coordinates atop of a map- his location.

Micah grabbed it as it slid from her hands. She curled in on herself, trying to breathe through the wracking sobs. 

Micah studied the image for a moment. His breath hitched for a moment, but Justin couldn’t read an expression on his face.

“So this is a kidnapping.” He stated.

Justin shrugged, trying to come up with a response.

“Well, it’s not that simple, he-”

“No-” Micah stated more firmly. “It’s a kidnapping. He was kidnapped. We need to call the police.”

“No!” Justin and Ali cried in unison. They glanced at each other for help before Ali spoke up. She grabbed Micah’s hand- her voice shaky.

“I promise we’ll explain more, but you have to trust us.” 

After a moment Micah nodded, and pocketed the device, shifting his shoulders in Andrew’s oversized sweater. 

“Alright. We don’t call the police. So what do we do then?” 

Ali stood up, wiping her tears.

“We go get our friend back.”

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Carrot Top 49- Stars and Constellations

Here we go! I’m getting excited for where this is going. I did give myself the feels with this chapter though. Chapter 48.Masterlist.

CW: Restraints, drugged whumpee, medical whump, knives, blood, some angst and grief and just general sad emotions.

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Ursa Major- Orion- Scorpius. Cassiopeia, Ursa Minor- Leo- the Hercules constellation- that one was his favorite. It was complex, and sometimes hard to find, but it was beautiful.

He ran through the names of all the stars and constellations he could remember- trying hard to focus while his brain went fuzzy. He felt like he was floating- his vision black behind his eyes- so black he could nearly visualize specks and dots that he could pretend was the night sky.

His body lay suspended- in a terrifying artwork of chains and platforms- wires and tubes- drugs and fluids being pushed in and through his body, as the device running down his throat forced his lungs to continue to beat.

After probably half an hour the drugs had latched onto his system- dripping through in a slow and steady rhythm. It made him feel as if he was floating.

As if his body wasn’t his own- like it was separate from his mind and thoughts. The only good thing that came was that it dulled the pain that had been coursing fiercely through him prior to that moment. His ankles were a dull pulse- like the weight of your own tongue in your mouth. You know it’s there- but is instantly uncomfortable once you’re aware of it.

He barely twitched a finger anymore- barely attempted to wiggle a toe or flutter an eyelash.

He couldn’t sleep- something was stopping him from slipping into unconsciousness- but it was easier to keep his eyes closed.

And so- his mind raced with everything he could’ve imagined.

He couldn’t feel a thing across his body- but his mind was a whole other universe.

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There was a warm hand brushing against his. A pinky finger- dark complexion, smooth, soft skin with black-painted nails. It rested over his, as if dipping a toe into the edge of a pool, testing the waters before diving in.

Fingers interlocked with his, palms touching- the smaller hand resting underneath his own.

There were no scars- no shake or tremble- or cramping up of severed muscles- just warmth on warmth.

A soft pair of lips- brushing against his knuckles and leading to the back of his palm.

A soft head of hair- brushing against the side of his face as it rested against his shoulder. The scent of coconut and lime shampoo- thick waves- the shiny color with darkened roots from faded hair dye.

He turned his head towards the other boy’s- their eyes meeting. His gaze was met with a smirk- that half turned corner of lip that sent his whole chest ablaze.

Andrew’s eyes shot open with a flash of shock- that fire had crept back into his chest- his lungs pounding against the strength of the machine.

He willed himself to calm down, which wasn’t difficult considering it was easier to lull his body into submission, than it was to fight.

He soon fell back into the rhythm and started to let his mind wander once more.

“So how do you like your new friend?”

His eyes shot back open- the beeping of the heart monitor getting faster as he saw the man approaching. He trailed his gaze once more to the ceiling as his body was forced back to a steady rhythm.

Splice glanced over the monitors- taking a few notes and comparisons on a stack of clipboards.

“It seems we’re fairly well-adjusted. We’ll move on to the next faze then.” Andrew’s eyes trailed over to the man. “I’m excited for this part.”

He stared towards the ceiling again- not liking the sound of where this was going- and then he felt himself rising in the air once more.

The tubes and wires followed with him- but there was a slight tug at the device and instruments down his throat as his head rose from the platform. It sent waves of fire down his throat and inside his chest before settling once more.

Andrew listened as the platforms were unscrewed from the floor and tossed aside- he was level with the man’s head- resting just above his shoulder and the ceiling maybe a foot or two above his face.

“Now I should let you know, everything I do is for a reason. It’s all carefully thought out- planned- prepared.” The man traced a hand around the edges of Andrew’s body as he spoke- sending goosebumps along his skin. “I just need to adjust some dosages of certain things here, and then we can get started.”

He could feel his skin starting to tingle- nerves lighting up as feeling came back into parts of his body. It wasn’t full awareness- but he was more keen on the throbbing of his ankles- the ache in his hips from the pressure of the chains- the jabbing in the back of his neck from the collar- all the little things that made him just slightly more miserable- but it wasn’t unbearable.

He had a feeling that was going to change very soon.

There was a small prick at the back of his neck, just right under the base of the collar. His eyes clenched tight- but there was no pain. Just the pressure of the tip of a knife piercing skin.

“Hmm- interesting.” Splice muttered. He stood underneath the boy, wiping the drop of blood away with a finger and brushing it off on his pants. “Well then, let’s continue.”

The knife once again pierced the same spot- and then proceeded to tear it’s way down the length of Andrew’s spine. Splice watched as the skin split- a ribbon of red welling up behind before dripping down in solemn thuds to the floor. He lifted the knife once the tip had reached the top of Andrew’s tailbone- right above the line where the metal band met the top of his shorts.

Andrew felt the warmth of his blood seeping across his skin- clinging to it before giving up and dropping to the floor. He had felt the pressure of it tearing through skin- but there was no pain.

Splice wiped off the edge of the knife on a sanitized rag, setting it down for a moment before checking the screens.

“Are you feeling any pain?” The man asked.

Andrew glanced towards him- unable to answer.

“Blink once for no- twice for yes.”

The boy thought for a moment. He felt the pressure- the coolness of the blade and the warmth of his blood- but he hadn’t really felt the pain. He could lie- maybe that would pause whatever experiment this was- but when had Splice cared about the pain he was in before? It wouldn’t change anything if he did.

He blinked once.

“Good. I’ll continue then.”

Andrew clenched his eyes as the tip of the blade pierced right underneath his shorts on the back of his thigh. There was the edge of a fresh welt right there, blossoming in a mountain against his skin- a thick band running down the middle from the belt that was used.

There was a little resistance- but Splice sighed with contentment as the skin gave and the knife carved through freely. It trailed down his thigh, behind his knee, and all the way to his ankles, right above the metal cuff.

Andrew stared back at the opposite side of the room. He wanted nothing to be a part of this. But unfortunately it was his body- though it wasn’t his choice to make.

Once the knife pierced the same spot on the other leg, he willed his mind to be absolutely anywhere but here.

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His fingers ran absentmindedly through Micah’s hair as the boy’s head rested on his stomach. He stared up at his bedroom ceiling from the bed they were lying in, blankets hanging off the edge, pillows scattered about.

Andrew had woken up in a warm pile of limbs and fabric- an arm draped across his chest, a leg creeping atop of his, a soft face curling into the side of his neck.

He didn’t think asking the boy to spend the night would’ve worked- but it did. He didn’t expect it to feel so natural- or comforting or peaceful or- well, he had actually slept. Andrew stretched out with a yawn, feeling the cuts along his back from a few days prior and he winced- hoping they hadn’t torn open.

Micah’s eyes blinked up at him from where his head rested on the pillow.

“G-morning handsome-” he mumbled.

Andrew smiled.

He hadn’t smiled this much since he had come home. But something about the boy- about the glint in his hair- the softness of his skin- just looking at him made Andrew want to smile.

“How’d you sleep?” He asked. His voice was rough and low- still fighting back the sleep.

Micah nodded, humming to himself before propping up on his elbows, his head resting on his hand.

“Good- you’re very warm.”

Andrew blushed. He stared as the edge of the sweater Micah was wearing fell around his shoulder- exposing the soft skin of his collarbone- that was- that was his sweater.

His navy blue sweater with the too-long sleeves that he liked to roll up, with the knitted pattern that a grandma would make. He had found it at a thrift store for seven dollars. But now- now Micah was wearing it- and the navy blue matched his hair, though it wasn’t as shiny. The sleeves pooled far past his wrists and hung loose around his frame, and it was- gosh, Micah was-

Andrew turned his head away before he could continue staring much more than he already had. The boy had crawled his way over to Andrew’s stomach, resting his head there as they stared up at the ceiling.

At first Andrew’s breath caught in his throat- the pressure more sensitive as he remembered his injuries- all the damage- and the vulnerability that came- but Micah was different. Micah was always different- in a good way.

Andrew’s face tilted down to meet Micah’s as his eyes peeked up from underneath his hair. It was usually slicked back- styled neatly- but his bedhead created an adorable messy mop of unusual angles.

A gentle hand reached up, mindless fingers trailing along the edges of his face, brushing across his nose.

“I like your freckles.” Micah mumbled.

“Hmm?”

“They’re really pretty.”

Andrew couldn’t have blushed harder. Micah’s hand went back to rest on his stomach and he stared back upwards again, as if trying to visualize something from the paint patterns on the ceiling.

“They remind me of- of stars. Like constellations. When you’re far enough from the city that you can look in the sky and that’s all you see- and the harder you look the more you find and they just go on- and on- and it’s beautiful and-”

“I like the stars.” Was all that Andrew could think of to say.

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Splice stepped back to look at his artwork. The boy had his eyes closed- neck leaned back- his pale, limp hair- (or what was left of it)- drooped to the ground. There were no freckles across his skin- they had faded away into the clammy white that was now his complexion.

It was no matter though- the freckles weren’t important. And frankly- the paler complexion looked beautiful in contrast to the stark red of the blood that was bursting through his skin.

Dark lines carved in patterns down his limbs. One ran down his spine- followed by several others crossing perpendicular- under his shoulderblades, across his hips, and right below his neck- creating a cross formation as the line continued down each of his arms, all the way through his palms. Two more carved down the backs of his legs towards his ankles- with some on the bottoms of his feet for good measure, and a few more across the backs of his thighs.

It was beautiful- carefully thought out and well-planned. And perfectly executed.

Not a vein- artery, or vital blood vessel had been nicked. Otherwise he’d bleed out to fast. The man didn’t need him to die- just to be drained of as much of himself as he could in order for the next phase of this experiment.

True, he could’ve drained his blood in a more, medical safe way, which he would be doing as well, but this was far more, aesthetically pleasing you could say.

The blood dripped to the floor in red ribbons, pooling down before running to the drain in rivers. It was beautiful- he really was a piece of artwork.

Splice lowered the boy slightly until he was resting on the platforms once more, and went back to check the levels of his vitals. He adjusted the dosage of some of the drugs he was on- he needed to have some level of feeling and pain- so that his mind could send the right signals to start repairing his body, and accept the new fluids he’d be given. But everything looked just as it should- the boy could lay undisturbed for a few hours as he bled out and be just fine in time for the new blood to be introduced.

“Ah, you are awake.” The man stated. “Don’t worry- I know you probably don’t feel good, but everything is going perfectly according to plan. I’ll be back in a few hours to continue the next phase. I’m excited for this one.”

The boy’s eyes darted about, trying to recollect everything that was going on but his brain was fuzzy and disoriented from the loss of blood and the heavy drugs.

He heard that same laughing as footsteps grew quieter.

“Don’t go anywhere.” The man stated- and Andrew was left alone once more.

He could barely feel anything. There was a warmth from underneath him- it seemed to be only down his back- along the underside of his legs and arms.

He could hear dripping- the wet thuds against the floor in steady rhythms all around him.

And then he remembered the knife, the cuts it made dragging through his skin- and he shuddered at thinking how he looked beneath the chains as his blood dripped to the floor.

He closed his eyes- feeling the steady rhythm of his lungs beating inside his chest as the air rushed through the tubes down his throat.

He saw spots behind his vision as his eyelids fluttered. Spots that danced in his mind- echoing of the stars- the constellations of the night sky.

The stars that-

“They remind me of stars.” He had said. “Of the constellations in the country sky- neverending and- and beautiful.”

His voice played through in his mind over and over and over and over again. He wished he could remember more conversations- more words of peace and comfort and joy and- and love.

And love-

He didn’t think he’d ever been or love- or he’d ever get the chance to be in love.

But that boy-

The way his mouth curled up to the side in a half-smirk or a smile, flashing a hint of teeth as his hair fell over his face. The way his hair brushed behind his piercings- flashing beautifully behind his ear and framing the features of his face.

His chest tightened but Andrew ignored it as the way the soft hands held him grew in his memory. The way they brushed through his hair- or down the sides of his face. The shape of that boy’s hand in his- and he-

Goodness, Andrew hadn’t even kissed the boy.

He had never kissed him- never seen what his lips felt like or got to feel that rush of adrenaline and joy as they held each other in passion- or shared all their secrets and bared their souls as they held each other close at night and-

Oh he wanted it.

Andrew had never felt like this before- never even thought it was a possibility.

But for a brief moment it was.

But now it would only be memories. The memories and the regrets and the things he never got to have or never got to do. His chest hurt- growing tighter and tighter as the pain and longing welled up inside of him. He clenched his eyes tight as the fire grew in his chest- his breath hiccuping in sobs from the pain and the loss. It was hard to allow his chest to fall back into rhythm as the grief overtook him. The boy was still there- still alive- and well- and healthy-

But Andrew would never get to hold him again- or look into those gorgeous, dark eyes- or hold his hand with the painted nails- or watch another movie cuddled up on the couch and-

And god did it hurt.

It hurt more than anything he had felt. More than being whipped- or burned- or cut open- or beaten because this, this wasn’t a wound that could be closed up in a few days or patch with bandages.

He knew that for the rest of his life- the rest of his time with this man- that was a wound that would never close.

Andrew loved that boy.

He knew that now. The knowledge of never seeing him again, or getting those opportunities- it all only made him love Micah even more.

But now it would have to be like the stories of those greek gods- Only existing as the memories of constellations in the night sky.

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Carrot Top 48- Your New Friend

I’m excited for this chapter- I’ve had this idea rooting around in my head for a while now. It’s sort of inspired by @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi’s machine in their tools series, and Febuwhump day 22: restrained. Chapter 47.Masterlist.

CW: broken ankles, mention of old wounds, chains, restraints, suspension, noncon touching (not sexual, just creepy), manhandling, medical whump, intubation, loss of bodily autonomy, creepy/intimate whumper, defiant whumpee. There’s kind of a lot going on in this so let me know if I should tag anything else.

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His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. They blinked away old tears and blurred sight as he focused on a spot just to the left of the bright lights.

He could hear the clattering of metal. Splice had been fiddling with something across the room. And Andrew had been chained down far too many times to recognize what they sounded like.

The smell of dried blood and sweat was overpowered by that of chemicals- and he could taste them through the air in the back of his throat. His mouth hung open slightly- sort of panting to enable room for more breath, but his lips and tongue remained dry and sticky.

There was the coolness of the ground against his bare skin. It pressed against his back- against the old welts along his legs and the bruises bubbling underneath his skin.

Andrew had literally been crushed- burned- whipped- carved open-

What was a couple broken bones and sprained tissue compared to all that?

Andrew let his eyes droop closed. He could feel his heartbeat throbbing down in his ankles- pulsing with the blood in the already-swelling limbs. Nevermind that the rest of his body still ached- that he was bruised- that was nothing compared to feeling his bones shifting underneath the skin from where they were supposed to be. He felt like his skin would burst any moment from the stabbing ache of the pain.

Splice was fiddling with something across the room. From where Andrew lay he could see chains- cuffs, pieces of metal- random equipment. All lying about on the floor, or laid out carefully on a small, rolling cart.

“Well- I’m just about ready.”

The man had been “getting ready” for probably an hour or two now. But Andrew had no idea what that meant.

“Ready for- for what.” He asked- the words coming through between bursts of pain.

“For the next phase of my plan. You see, that’s why I took a little break from you. I was getting this ready.”

“What- what is it?”

The men stepped to the side- Andrew winced as he propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look. It looked like- it barely looked like anything.

“This is- hmm, well it’s, it’s a system I guess.” Splice stated. He paced around whatever the contraption was, as if staring at it more would help him explain it better. “A system of carefully planned equipment- for the main purpose of dependence. Complete and total dependence.”

“De- dependence?”

Andrew did not like the sound of that. He tried to shuffle closer to get a better look.

There was a series of chains- he counted- six of them in total, hanging from the ceiling. Three small platforms were bolted into the ground- nearly evenly spaced apart. They barely looked big enough for anything- just a thin rod, coming about waist height, with maybe a six inch square on the top. There was a drain underneath everything in the floor- a monitor to the side with a display- connected to the wall- and a few other smaller machines that were scattered about. From his position on the floor he couldn’t quite see all the things that were set on the cart- but he highly doubted it was food- or water- or clothes- or some other thing that would lessen his humiliation.

“Well come on.” Splice demanded. “Let’s try it out.”

Andrew looked down towards his feet- and then stared back at the man from across the room.

“Damn. I didn’t realize how inconvenient this would be.”

“I’m the one with my ankles broken.” Andrew spat. His comment was met with a slap across the face- sending him crashing into his shoulder on the floor. The stinging on his face was quickly drowned out by everything else as the man grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him across the room.

Andrew choked back on the pain- trying to breath through the shuddering gasps and the flares of agony. He felt the familiar end of a knife against his lips- and opened his eyes to see the man holding it out in front of him.

“You will learn to hold your tongue- or I will cut it out for you.”

Andrew swallowed- fury and rage bubbling inside of him like the fire coursing through his legs.

“I thought you liked me defiant.”

Splice took a step back- ignoring the comment and proceeded to grab some things about the room.

“It’s much more of an inconvenience now.”

Andrew felt cold metal lock around his wrists- far too tight to be comfortable, but not enough to cut off circulation. They seemed slightly padded too. Clearly the man intended him to be in these for a while.

“You will learn your place.”

Andrew let out a squeal- letting it die to hiss between his teeth as similar metal cuffs were locked around his swollen ankles. They were tighter than they should’ve been- causing the bruised skin to bubble around the metal like a blister wanting to pop.

He gasped out between breaths as the pain settled down once more, and then flinched with a shiver as cold hands crept around his waist- behind his back and near his stomach. Another band- sitting low against his hips. The man fiddled with it a little as he tried to get it to close but something wasn’t working.

“Did you gain weight?” The man asked in disbelief.

“Considering I actually had people encouraging me to eat, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

“Hmm.”

Andrew grunted as his body was manhandled- hips turned to the side as the man struggled with the band. He knelt over the boy and Andrew closed his eyes- trying to imagine any different scenario than the one he was in. He let his mind wander- trailing off- and becoming distant- until he heard chains rattling above him.

He opened his eyes and watched as the man lowered them from the ceiling. They seemed to act like curtain blinds- extending when you pulled down on them- but then locking once they were raised.

It didn’t take long for Andrew to put the puzzle pieces together of what this whole contraption was. Six chains- six metal bands- including the one on his collar.

Andrew was correct in his assumption as each one of the chains pulled down to connect to the certain points of his body. They were nearly identical- except for the one around his waist- the chain branched out into two separate ones- connecting on the sides of his hips before forming back into one up to the ceiling.

He clenched his teeth behind a whimper as a chain was connected to the metal collar. He could feel the prongs digging deeper into his skin as his neck was pulled from the floor.

Splice laughed- the sound bouncing off the walls of the room as he stepped away- moving to the large monitor near the wall. Andrew’s eyes followed him desperately.

“Oh Andy- we’re only just getting started.”

And he felt his body begin to rise in the air.

Instant panic rushed through his chest as he felt his limbs being pulled in all sorts of directions. The flurry of butterflies that settled in his stomach as he completely separated from the ground was only drowned out by his own weight dragging down on his ankles.

His arms were pulled apart- stretched out in a t formation- the rest of him a straight line suspended above the ground.

Splice paced around the boy- running cold fingers along his ribs- down his arms- watching as shivers and goosebumps broke out across his skin. He chuckled to himself as Andrew tried to steady himself behind an uncontrolled whimper.

No wonder Splice had been gone for weeks- this seemed carefully designed and thought out. He didn’t sway- he didn’t really even feel unbalanced- everything was perfectly calculated to his weight, height, and measurements.

It terrified Andrew to realize exactly how much control the man had over him now.

“You see- my favorite part about this little contraption here, is it enables me to access you from all sides.”

Andrew flinched as a cold hand pressed against the small of his back. He was hanging just slightly above the man’s waist- and kept his eyes focused on the ceiling above him as hands trailed across his skin.

“Don- don’t touch me-” He murmured. It was small- and pathetic, but it was all he could do to make himself feel slightly better about the situation.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” The man stated. Andrew’s mouth gaped open- his head lolling backwards in a whine as a hand closed around his ankle. “I’m not the one in chains.”

He felt himself lowered slightly- until he felt his skin brushing against the small platforms- one at the base of his head just right above the collar- another at the small of his back, and the third one near his calves and ankles.

Andrew realized he had no choice except to let his body go limp as Splice continued setting everything up.

“How does it feel? Everything seem pretty stable?”

Andrew responded with a groan as the aches flared up in his body.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

There was a pressure around his bicep followed by a pinprick in his arm and he closed his eyes tight as he felt a needle slide inside his veins. Splice walked around him carefully- tracing a finger along his skin- and soon after there was another pinprick- a pressure and weight- and a small whimper at the thought of what could now be entered into his system.

Small patches were stuck across his chest- leading to cords and wires- monitors and screens. Ensuring Splice could make sure everything went smoothly.

Out of the corner of his eye Andrew could see another round circle of metal. This one had many wires coming from the sides- like antennae on an ant. Splice locked it around Andrew’s head, settling it in his hair and went back to the screen.

He hummed in disappointment, fiddled with a few things, and looked back at the monitor.

“That’s odd- it should be reading things just fine, but I’m not getting any strong brain waves.”

Andrew’s eyes darted to the man, and then closed tightly once more as hands came near his face.

The device was lifted off and set aside, and the man began to card his hands through Andrew’s hair. It was a curly mess- thick and unruly, but was arguably his best- or at least most noticeable feature. He had been growing it out and it hung well around his shoulders- leaving a thick crown of protection between his skull and his curls.

Splice chuckled as he watched Andrew’s face scrunch up at the intimate touch.

The boy’s heart began to pound as he heard the familiar click of the man’s knife being unsheathed. Andrew’s eyes shot open- trying to see what was about to happen.

Before Andrew could protest the knife hacked through the locks of hair without a second thought. Splice grabbed a fistful- carved through the curls, and let the chunks fall to the floor in a pile.

Andrew knew there was no use pleading or begging. Splice was going to get his way- and it was better if Andrew just let him do it. After all, there wasn’t going to be anyone else seeing him anymore, so what did it matter if he was missing chunks of hair?

Tears slid down from the sides of his face as he felt locks being hacked away and dropped in a pile. He tried to control his breathing once more but the sobs came through anyways in hiccuped breaths.

“Aww- don’t worry, it’s just hair.” Splice waved a chunk of it in front of the boy’s face- he tried to turn away. “It’ll grow back.”

“I hate you-” Andrew sobbed.

“It’s only necessary. You’ll learn to appreciate it later.” Andrew winced as another chunk was pulled tight and lopped off. “You’re lucky I didn’t shave you bald- your hair is one of your best features after all. Even if it has lost all of it’s color.”

When the man was done he trailed his fingers through what remained. It was uneven- messy, but it did what it was supposed to as the device finally worked correctly.

“We’re almost done.” The man cooed- trailing his fingers around the curve of the boys face. His pointer finger rested on Andrew’s lips carefully prying them apart. “Open up.” He ordered.

A large, funnel-shaped piece of plastic was placed inside his jaw. It wedged behind his teeth, pressing his tongue down and keeping his lips spread.

“This is the important part so I need you to hold still.”

It’s not like Andrew had much of a choice- but he tried to calm his shaking limbs as his head was arched backwards.

Andrew couldn’t have described the feeling of what happened next, even if he wanted to.

Something slid down his throat- a tube- feeling slimy and rough as he choked. His body knew this was wrong- it was telling him that it wasn’t supposed to be there- but there was nothing he could do. Splice fiddled with the tube- connecting it to the guard in his mouth and grabbed another tool- something that looked to be a long thing string of metal. Like the drain snakes with the claw on the end to pull hair out of the bathtub.

It had some weird contraption at the end that Andrew couldn’t make out.

“You can breathe- you’re alright.” The man reassured.

It took Andrew a second to realize that yes- he could still breathe. The air hissed raspy through his throat but his lungs still pumped just fine.

“Now- it is very vital that you continue breathing just as you should. Just stay relaxed, and breathe deep.” The man leaned down, holding the object a few inches from Andrew’s face as he whispered in his ear. “If you don’t, this is bound to hurt a lot worse.”

Andrew whimpered, and sent all the signals he could- closed his eyes tight and tried his best to breathe steady- ignoring whatever the man was going to do with his body next.

He felt the pressure going down his throat, inside the tube until it came out at the bottom inside of his chest.

Feeling something moving where it shouldn’t is indescribable.

Worse than feeling your broken bones shift underneath your skin. Worse than being cut open- lying awake with your insides exposed to the world- (at least that time he had been hyped up on a slew of drugs). This was far worse.

He felt the end of the tool- the end of something- wiggling around as the man bent over him, watching the screen.

Finally there was a burning sensation across his lungs. It was like they were being grabbed from the inside and lit on fire- or crushed in someone’s hand.

He found that he couldn’t scream.

As much as his heart began to pound- he was surprised that his breathing became normal.

Panic flooded all his senses and his lungs wanted to beat in time with his heart, but something wouldn’t allow them. He could barely cry or gasp- any attempt sent the same- crushing pain- coursing inside of him- and his breathing would soon returned to steady.

“Oh, I’m sure it feels a little strange for now, but you’ll get used to it.”

Andrew’s eyes darted to the man- as if pleading for an answer.

Splice spoke as he worked- his hands moving quickly around the boy.

“The machine is essentially breathing for you. The monitors and other machines will regulate everything else. Your body temperature- your nutrition- etc. It will keep you alive- so I can perform the experiments I need to.”

Andrew’s eyes clenched tight as the pain burst through him again- his breathing quickly slowing back down. Splice completed the ensemble with a guard over his face- covering his nose and mouth- the tubes threaded through the middle.

“I’ll administer some drugs and fluids, and then give you a few hours alone to get adjusted before we continue with what I have planned.”

The man carded his fingers gently through Andrew’s hair as he began inserting the drugs into the iv. The boy’s eyes stared up with a crushing amount of fear- and desperation. Unable to move- unable to breathe on his own. They were welled with tears that leaked from his face- but no sobs came through.

He closed his eyes once more- trying to relax into the submission the machine was demanding from him as the man walked out of the room, turning off the lights and leaving Andrew alone in the dark.

“Enjoy your new friend.”

And then there was nothing but the beeping of the machines- and the pounding of his own heart.

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