This photo is not mine- I just think it's cute.

Tom's Perspective

I had already moved in to Edd's small apartment, getting rid of most of my furniture that I had used in my living room. We kept the couch and coffee table as replacements for his though, amongst other things. He had even offered for me to sleep in his bed, but I was honestly much more comfortable on my couch. We had settled into a sort of rhythm after a week, but there were some issues. For instance, when I would shower and he needed to piss. That was awkward, but I'd just look away. It was nice to have more physical contact too. To openly get hugs and enjoy them. It had improved my mood, as well as made me feel less stressed about our current situation. I had also found myself wanting the happy snuggles I had received after crying last week. It had been really warm and intimate. Another part of me shoved those feelings of neediness away. My pessimistic, lonely part. The part I new best, that kept me safe in my comfort zone.

So I listened to it, as I always have. I kept to myself but still accepted his shows of affection like hugs. I couldn't possibly ask for more, he's already doing so much for me. As I prepared for work that night, I gave into my depressive way of thinking so that I could stay emotionless during work. I showed up to the bar and immediately got bombarded with loud noises and flashing lights where the strippers were. Sure I enjoyed the free entertainment, but my head hurt every day after being in such a place. I would need assistance just getting into a restful state after this, it was that painful. I just pushed through my growing head ache and poured drinks for whoever needed it. Some new people came in every day, but I was particularly curious of a pair of men who seemed infatuated with each other. They were speaking Norwegian and giving each other affectionate nudges. I'm not one to assume, or I'd think they're a couple. They could be long time buddies similar to Edd and Matt and I. Regardless, they were customers, and I needed to do my job.

I came over and forced a friendly smile onto my face for the strangers. "Would you like anything, sirs?" I asked and both of them paused their conversation, focusing on me. "å for en søt liten mann. tror du ikke det, Paul?" The taller man snickered and nudged him. "English, Pat. English." He reminded the shorter man who was close to him. Snug even. "Ah- yes- my apologies. I suppose so, do you have any wine here? I'm not a hardcore drinker, I enjoy wine just fine." The Norwegian speaking man told me, and I quickly pulled out a small menu for him. "Take your pick sir, and tell me when you're ready. I'll be back in a moment." I told him and served other customers booze. Once I returned, I saw that they indeed were more than friends. They had gently kissed and were staring into each other's eyes. It was adorable to witness. I stayed silent and waited patiently, wishing to not ruin the moment.

Once they noticed I had returned, both of them became flustered and looked away. I chuckled and smiled genuinely. "Are you ready sir?" I asked and the shorter nodded, glancing at the menu once more before ordering. The taller and more rough man just ordered whiskey, which was fairly regular. I slid my hands across the smooth glass of the wine bottles before finding the correct one. I then took out a wine glass and carefully removed the cork. I could feel their gazes on me, watching me curiously. I'm not a magician, but I do enjoy my tricks. Most of them were with shot glasses though, so I just poured the dark red liquid into the curved glass with a satisfying noise. I slide it over to the couple and continued my routine actions, easily finding the whiskey bottle and pouring it out. I spun it over to them and watched them for a moment. I wanted to see if they approved of the drinks. I don't know why it mattered to me, I just like seeing nice customers satisfied.

The two Norwegian-speaking men conversed a bit before the shorter dark brown haired one tasted the wine. "Ooh! Paul! Try this shit!" He said excitedly and roused a laugh from his partner. He happily held up the glass to Paul's mouth and allowed him to drink some of the savory alcoholic drink. Some of the other customers were nagging, so I had to turn away and continue my job. I would occasionally return to the couple just to watch them or refill an empty glass. It was rare for me to hear many Norwegian accents nowadays, and it always interested me. Any foreign language did, as it would to anybody. But they only sounded Norwegian when speaking it. Then they shifted to an almost American accent and would continue their words as if they hadn't changed at all. How strange to experience, or witness. They must have learned Norwegian and just lived there at some point, or something. Even then, I had never witnessed something like this. At one point I had to take a bathroom break because of all the coffee I had consumed.

I was quite surprised to open the personnel bathroom door to the sight of the young man who had been at the bar. "Ah.. May I help you sir?" I asked and backed up a bit as he approached me. "Actually, yeah. This is a gift for being so nice to me and my partner." He told me and held out a small button. "Huh?" I was very confused. "Go on, press it." He urged and I stared at him suspiciously. What could this dumb little button do? I hesitantly pressed the button and immediately regretted it as the taller man closed the door as he came in. Nothing had happened yet, but I was definitely stressed. This isn't going to end well, regardless of what this button does. Suddenly the button lifted up a bit and there was a small compartment under it. It was... A smaller button? Pat pressed the small button and threw the device towards me, causing me to stumble back in vain. High amounts of voltage shocked me and I immediately spasmed uncontrollably, landing on the ground. My body was searing with pain, and my brain felt fried. I quickly faded out of consciousness, my senses eliminated completely.

I awoke with a very numb and sore body, feeling almost nothing of my surroundings. I could feel my wrists harshly tied, and I knew right off the bat that this was bad. Very bad. My eyes eventually opened though they didn't want to, and I looked around. I was laying in the back of a car, my hands and feet tied tightly. I was staring at the gray ceiling while my ears tuned into a foreign language. It was Pat and Paul speaking Norwegian to each other calmly but quickly. Pat glanced back at me and his dark brown eyes widened. "Faen-." He muttered and whispered to his partner. I apparently wasn't supposed to be awake yet. I shifted as best as I could and stared at the two adults in the front seats. They had changed outfits, dressed for the Red Army. I'm in deep, that's for sure. I opened my dry mouth, barely able to form words. I was still in shock, but I could tell in the morning light that both of them hadn't slept at all. "What- the fuck- is going on-?" I half yelled, my voice crying for hydration. Pat looked back at me with an unchanging expression as he spoke. "You're going to our Red Leader, as a birthday present. He asked for you." He informed me and I groaned.

This can't be happening. No way am I being dragged against my will to a cold blooded killer, to be tortured for the remainder of my little mortal life. "Let me go you bastards!!" I yelled, though both of them seemed unaffected by my words. "Do you need anything? Some water?" Pat offered politely, staring back at me. I growled under my breath and glared at him. "Yeah- fucking water-." I muttered. They pulled over and Pat forced me to look at him. I growled at him and narrowed my eyes once my jaws were forced open. He opened a water bottle and forced me to drink water. Why so fucking forceful? I begrudgingly chugged the cold water before it was yanked out of my mouth. "That's enough." Pat said before throwing me back down onto the seats. I hit my head on the door and clenched my teeth at the pain. "Ow-! Fucking asshole!" I yelled and quickly pulled away my feet before the door was slammed shut. I huffed and laid on the seat, listening to Pat and Paul converse. They were so nice, until they weren't.

I was super hungry since I didn't have time for dinner last night, but I was too angry to say anything. I doubt they'd feed me anyways. I just laid there cold while my stomach silently complained by giving me more pain than I already had. Eventually the car stopped once more, and Pat opened the back door. I squirmed and attempted to fight against his grip, but I soon found that only made my situation worse. "Boss gave us permission to use this, and I am." Pat muttered and I watched as he pulled out a small dial from his pocket. He turned the dial halfway and I unwillingly screamed at the pain shooting from my neck. What the fuck-?! I have a shock collar on-!? I writhed in pain and tears slid down my pained face. Suddenly the pain cut off, and I laid down. "Well, anyways, as you were." Pat dismissed my punishment and carried me onto foreign territory. Where the actual fuck am I? I looked around for any clues, and saw many soldiers in the signature Red Army outfit that Paul and Pat were wearing. It seemed like a rather plain building, with a few exceptions.

There was Tord's insignia everywhere. Shit. "You're probably hungry, I know I am. Let's get you into more mobile restraints." Pat thought out loud before setting me down in a strange room. Paul pinned my limbs down and allowed Pat to safely remove my harshly tied ropes. He put tight, thick iron cuffs on my wrists and attached a leash to the shock collar I hadn't known about. I glared daggers at both of the men, but they seemed entirely unaffected yet again. "Well, come on." Pat said casually and grabbed my leash, dragging me to a sort of cafeteria. He forced me into a seat and left Paul to guard me carefully. Apparently prisoners were regular, because the soldiers didn't bat an eyelash at the sight of me sitting there with a pissed expression. I stared at the table and eventually leaned down to rest my head on it. I was tired, and it showed. "After this you probably aren't going to be comfortable enough to sleep." Paul warned and I groaned. That sounds bad.

Pat came back with two trays and set a sandwich in front of me. I stared at him. "What, you expect me to just peck at it like a damn chicken?" I sarcastically remarked and roused a hearty laugh from Paul. Pat rolled his eyes and forced me to sit up, holding the sandwich in front of my mouth. I examined the sandwich to see its contents. A regular tomato grilled cheese sandwich, with grilled bread. An actual grilled cheese sandwich. I took small bites and watched the two spectators who were watching me. I sort of liked being fed, it made me feel like royalty. I would much rather have my hands free though, my shoulders were really hurting. Everything was hurting after that shock my body had been put through. "I wanna be fed!" Paul whined and I laughed. I may be angry at the situation I was in, but these guys were funny. They were cute together too, I can see why they're dating. I finished the sandwich after a few minutes and laid back in the chair.

I was still hungry, but I'm not getting good service in the first place. I am a hostage after all, in a sense. Someone ripped out of their life just to satisfy somebody else. Boy am I going to knock that Commie into next Tuesday. Even if I don't have my harpoon, that boy is dead. Y'know what, fuck it. I'm milking these servants. "I want more food." I demanded, sounding like a needy child. Pat's head snapped towards me and he narrowed his eyes. "What's the magic word, little bitch?" He snapped. "I believe it's "suck my dick"." I spat with a grin. I winced when the collar buzzed and shocked my neck a little. "You're lucky Red Leader wants you alive." Pat said darkly before continuing to eat. I huffed and looked away, pouting. I was hungry and wanted to be anywhere but here.