Page 16 of Lolli-Gag
“Break the door.”
“Break the guards.”
“Break anything that stands in the way.”
My grin stretches. “Yeah.”
Footsteps behind me. All three of them. Killian, Lucifer, and Vinny. Not following. Matching, and for the first time since she disappeared, the anger in my chest settles into something colder and more focused.
“They took the wrong one!” I say, and the voice laughs.
“They took the right one,”it whispers, and my smile turns deadly, because this place is about to learn what happens when you take something that doesn’t belong to you.
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Groaning, I wake up screaming. It rips out of me before I know I’m awake. Before I know where I am. My eyes fly open and I remember. The straps that continue to bite, except these feel a little different. Shards of glass scrape against my skin with every move my wrists make. Blood drips. I can feel it running down my flesh. My head jerks side to side and I see Axel, naked, hanging from hooks as a rod is inserted into him. He screams, and my vision blurs as the dull hum of the machine turns on and my body convulses. My screams almost match his but they don’t. He continues to scream as I look away, making my stomach twist.
“Axel…” I say, my voice cracking. “Stop!” I yell, but the machine hums louder. Someone moves beside me. I can’t see them but I can feel their hands between my legs. “NO! Stop touching me,” I yell again, my throat feels like sand paper.
“Procedure continuing. We are almost done with the extraction,” the voice says. Then I feel it. The sharp poke of a metal object sliding inside me. Too deep. My back arches as Itry to move away from the pain but the dull hum increases and the electric zaps flow throughout my body, making me convulse against the table.
“Jethro,” I cry out, but the straps tighten and my body jerks. White. Black. Sound tearing itself apart. Axel screams as I listen to skin slapping against skin, then the humming quiets and I look to the side and see multiple people touching Axel as his body shivers. He calls out for his mom, for Caspian, then Presley. “Get away from him! Stop! Leave him alone! You’re hurting him!” I cry out, wanting to help him but I can’t. I can’t even help my fucking self. His cries get louder, and suddenly, I’m not on the table anymore. I’m somewhere else. Darkness greets me and red eyes glow in the distance. “Jethro?” I call out, and he walks closer. “You left,” I snap, but he doesn’t move.
“No,”he says calmly.“You did.”
I gasp as he walks closer to me, almost right into my face.
“They made you small,”he continues, and my hands curl into fists.“They made you quiet.”The darkness pulses and Axel screams again. Louder. Closer.
“They’re hurting him,” I whisper as Jethro tilts his head.
“And you’re letting them,”
Then something snaps. “I’m done letting anything happen! Fuck this shit!” I grit, and his smile spreads proudly.
“Good.”The darkness cracks and I’m thrusted back into the room. My eyes snap open as the straps dig deep against my skin. Axel screams so loudly but I can see him more clearly now. He’s across the room, now strapped down just like me. His body is convulsing uncontrollably as someone turns the knob up higher… and higher. Foam leaks from his lips, and all I want to do is reach out and hold his hand. Assure him that he’s not alone.
“Hey. Hey. Axel. Follow my voice,” I say, and his screams falter. “I’m here. You’re not alone,” I tell him, but someone moves behind me.
“I said—” he starts, and a giggle rips from my raw throat.
“You talk too much,” I say.
“Break it,”Jethro tells me. His voice is deep, sharp, commanding, and my smile widens. My fingers twitch and the straps—they don’t feel as tight anymore, or maybe… I’m stronger. My wrists twist as pain seeps into my skin, but I don’t stop as the leather strains, making my smile stretch.
“You should’ve made these tighter.” I grin as the orderly steps into view. Too late. The first strap gives, snapping, and freedom hits like a shock. The rest follows faster as blood drips down both of my wrists.
“That’s it,”Jethro hums, and I sit up, the room tilting a bit as Axel still screams.
“Hold on,” I whisper as I stand, slow and unsteady. My legs feel like jello, causing me to stumble a bit as my hands reach for the table, curling my fingers around the edge. My eyes narrow at the orderly who is backing up. “Yeah, that’s right. Keep moving,” I growl.
“You need to—” But I cut him off.
“No! You needed to stop!” I spit as I grab anything closest to me. Yes. Electric cattle prod. I lift it, hold it in my hands, feeling the weight of it, then I click the button and it zaps, making me giggle. “Come here little piggy,” I taunt, taking a step, and then another as he backs up, but the poor asshole has nowhere to go. I giggle as I continue to walk to him. His body shakes in fear as he yells for help but the two others are too busy hurting my friend to really grasp what’s coming to them. I corner the orderly and he cowers like a little bitch, so I take the prod and jab it into his ribs, making him cry out. “How does it feel?” I ask, pressing the button, digging the prod deeper into his side. He shakes, and Ilaugh. Tears pour down his cheek and I lean in, licking them. “Doesn’t feel too good does it?” I ask.
“N—no, p-please let me go. I’ll do anything,” he stutters, making me giggle.
