I was slowly pulled from the sea of the dark, my mind starting to come back to life as I heard messed up words being spoken around me. I groaned as I moved my arms to hold my head to help stop the spinning, but they didn't come at the command. I pulled hard, before feeling soft hands touch mine. I let just gave one last tug before letting my head rest back onto the soft cloud feeling thing, everything returning to a large blur, the large sea of black pulling me back under.

*Dream*

"Hello?" I called out, slowly turning around as I tried to finger out where I was standing. Just before I could call out again, I heard laughter, making me stop and turn towards the door that was in front of me, hearing the loud laughter coming from inside.

"Skyler?" A soft voice spoke, making me turn around to see Chip, his eyes tamed, like the storm that was once in him was gone, his hair smoothed out.

"Chip, I-" But he cut me off.

"You're missing all the fun, come on." He said, taking my hand, making me look at it as he lead me towards the door. Everything seemed to freeze in time as he led me, towards the door. I just looked at his hand, something wasn't right. When I looked back up towards the door, thinking Chip was going to be standing there, he wasn't, he was gone. I quickly looked to see that I was holding my hand out in mid air, holding onto nothing, nothing but cold air.

Laughter came from the room again, this time it sounded like there were a lot more people than just one. Looking around, I slowly made my way towards the door, reaching my hand out and placed it on the door, a cold shock running through my body. Taking a deep breath, I opened it, taking a step in. It was just like a dinning room, but a fresh burning fire burned in a fireplace just left of the large dinning table, a few people sitting around and laughing. When I looked around, I saw teens, 2 for each wall, lined up, their heads lowered as a collar was locked around the necks, hooked up to the wall. I quickly looked up towards the table, seeing Mr. Hill, his hair wild as he let out yet another loud laugh, one of the teens by the wall flinching.

"Oh Rosalia, what would I do without you?" He joked, leaning back in the chair, a glass in his hand. I looked at the back of the women's hair, the same light cream colored hair, just like Deadlock's boss. A soft laugh came from the women as she shook her head.

She laughed, Mr. Hill grinned at her as she took a sip of her own drink. "I'm sure you could be just fine without me, though, I don't know on some parts." She said and Mr. Hill smiled, taking a sip of his drink, his eyelids closing softly as he tipped his head back, getting a good drink before pulling the glass away from his lips and setting it on the table, the liquid swishing around in the inside.

He let out a soft chuckle that filled the room, his cold eyes looking up. "If it weren't for your help, Day would be holding a gun to my head, and he would be getting his name cleared. But since with your help, he's just another rat in my maze, not realizing that he killed the wrong person, and that he'll never find his daughter." He laughed. My jaw opened a little at the words he spoke. That was when something cold ran down my back, making me turn to meet eyes with one of the slaves who was against the wall, their eyes blank.

Slowly, I reached my hand out, moving it back and forth in front of their eyes, but they didn't even blink, darkness just looking back at me through their eyes. Just as I was bringing my hand back, their hand shot out and grabbed mine, their grip strong.

"Run." Their voice spoke in a soft whisper, their grip getting harder making me wince. I quickly pulled my hand out of their grip, turning around only to stop dead in my tracks to see Mr. Hill standing a few feet in front of me.

His hand rested at his side, holding onto something. "Skyler Skyler, never thought I would see you sneaking around." He tsked, pulling out the object, my heart coming to a stop when he pressed the tip of it on my forehead. I tried to move, but I couldn't, it was like my legs were glued.

"How much did you hear?" He asked, clicking the gun off safety. I didn't answer him, my eyes staying glued to his fingers that held the trigger. "How much did you hear pet?" He said, his fingers pressing the trigger a little more. I still didn't answer.

He let out a sigh, before pressing the gun against my head. "You could of been a great slave, but it looks like all things come to an end." He said and just as a tear slipped, he pulled the trigger. Everything going to black as the ringing of the gun being shot kept on echoing in my ears. I was falling in the darkness, everything spinning as I started to scream.

*End of Dream*

My body broke out in a nervous sweat as I thrashed around, whimpering and letting out screams as I tugged at my ankle and wrist restraints, my eyes snapping open. I took in heavy breaths as I closed my eyes, tears slipping from their prison and falling down my cheeks. Feeling something old touching me, I slowly opened my eyes, turning my head slightly to meet eye contact with a boy, his light eyes looking at me, his hands placing on my stomach. Slowly, he removed them, our eyes staying locked. It was then I took notice of his dark brown hair, it almost passing is shoulders as he stepped away from me, making my heart take up speed.

"W-wait!" I whimpered as I tried to sit up, but the restraints locked on my wrists and ankles made that impossible.

He stopped, his jaw moving down a little like he was going to say something before he closed it, quickly turning around and leaving the room, pulling the door shut behind him softly. That made my panic set in and I started to scream, tears breaking loose again as I tried to get out of the restraints.

"Please!" I screamed out, stopping my struggling and turning my head away, letting the tears fall fast as I tried to pull myself back together, not hearing the door open, someone approaching me. I just kept my eyes shut, trying to get rid of the feeling of the cold tip of the gun.

It wasn't real, it wasn't real, it wasn't real.

I kept on telling myself as I tried to stop the tears, but they just kept on coming. It was until I felt a steady hand move to the side of my head, the person's fingers lightly running through my hair. I didn't want to turn my head to see who was touching me, I just let the tears fall until a finger brushed some of the tears away, making me lightly open my eyes, everything a dancing blur as I moved my eyes to look to see who was touching me, seeing soft eyes looking down at me.

"P-please." I begged, giving a tug at the restraints, the person looking at me as I did so.

I wanted to beg them more, but they lightly placed a finger on my lips, shaking their head. I closed my eyes and let out another soft sob, pulling my head away, giving a tug on my restraints hoping they would break like glass, but they didn't, and that made a loud sob break through my lips, my heart still beating hard.

"Shh, it's okay." The voice spoke lightly, lifting my head up and lightly placing it in their lap, running their hand through my hair.

I blinked and as I did so, everything came clear as I saw it was the same boy who was standing by me when I had woken up, his eyes looking towards the door as he tried to calm me down, but I was still feeling light headed, and it didn't help that I could still feel the cold tip of the gun against my head, making my pulse quicken each time I closed my eyes. I tried to pull away, but I had no where to go, leather cuffs were locked around my wrist and ankles, leaving me helpless and ready to be taken to the devil himself. As my eyes scanned the room, looking for escape, I notice that across the room was Will, his wrist and ankles restrained, a gag looking like it was shoved into his mouth, digging into the corners of his mouth making me sweat.

"Will." I squeaked, trying to see if he was awake, but his body didn't even move, only his chest rising slowly. I couldn't take it anymore, making me scream out, tears running down my face as I tired my pointless struggle once again.

"Please, let me go!" I cried out, looking at the boy as he looked nervously towards the closed door again, his hands going in and out of fists, his jaw not moving.

I yelled at him again, tears filling my eyes. "Please, just le-" I was cut short when his hand softly went over my lips, only a soft groan coming through as I looked at him, his eyes looking at me for a split second before he looked away.

I watched as his hand reached out for something before a thin black cloth was shown to me, his eyes dead, like everything inside of him had been ripped out. I got his warning from the cloth and lowered my eyes, trying to look at Will but it was just too hard. Slowly, the man removed his hand from my mouth, wiping it on his pale shirt as he set the cloth down, looking at me. I turned my head away, closing my eyes and letting the tears fall silently, opening them when I felt something running through my hair.

The soft feeling calmed me down a little. I know it was just him running his hand through my hair so I closed my eyes again, tears slipping through before a wave of tiredness hit me, making my muscles relax, everything seeming to spin as I looked at the boy, seeing his blurry figure leave.

"Sleep well." He spoke softly, before he opened the door, and walked through, pulling the door shut

behind him, leaving me to fall into the awaiting darkness.

Mr. Hill's POV

Standing in front of the mirror, Mr. Hill pulled his white shirt over his pale shoulders, his cold eyes looking at himself as his hands reached up and started to button the shirt up, his dark eyes looking down at the black pants that he had on. Today was not one of the best, he had a lot on his hands to handle today and if one tiny thing slipped, everything would crash.

A soft knock on the door turned his attention towards the door, making him button up the last button before calling out to whoever had knocked. "Enter!" His voice said with power, as he used his left hand to brush a few hairs out of his face, hearing the door open.

"Sir." A voice spoke making Mr. Hill turn around, seeing it was one of his bodyguards. His blond hair untamed. But the one problem that he had with his two guards was that they were both twins, and the only way of telling them apart was by their eye color, but he still had a hard time getting their names correct even with the eye color as help.

Snapping his fingers, he pointed at his guard who looked at him with a charming smile. "Maddox, right?" Mr. Hill said, seeing the guard smile, before laughing.

"You're getting better, boss." Maddox laughed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Mr. Hill chuckled before shaking his head and looking back at him, asking him what he needed.

"What did you need?" He asked, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt to his elbows, looking at Maddox.

"That male slave you brought in yesterday, he's awake and is making a lot of noise for being gaged." He said, Mr. Hill looked at the watch on his hand.

"A full hour early, um, strange." He said as he rubbed his chin, heading towards Maddox.

"Meet me in the room, have a set of body chains and have your brother in there." He said and Maddox only nodded, before turning around and walking out of the room, yelling for his brother.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he ran his finger along his jaw line, a smile creeping across his face before speaking to himself. "They'll all bow to you, one day." He said before making his way towards the door, leaving his room, he made his way downstairs, hearing his servants talking.

"Pitney, he's going to kill you one of these days, I swear." Lucy's voice spoke, making him stop, folding his arms behind his back to hear more of what his lovely servants were saying.

"Puff, that old man can go play with pigs for all I care, he's no master." A voice spat out, Mr. Hill quickly knew who the voice belonged to.

Mr. Hill only narrowed his eyes as the rebel slave seemed to talk more about him, not knowing that his own words were soon going to come back and bite him. Having heard enough, he made his way into the kitchen, a smile growing across his face once the slaves saw him enter, the girl quickly going back to work as the boy leading against the counter.

"Why, Pitney, it's good know that you want to clean some pigs." Mr. Hill said, stopping and taking in how the boy's eyes seem to darken with hate.

The boy didn't say anything, his arms staying cross over his chest as his eyes stayed locked towards him, Mr. HIll looked to see who else was in the room, his eyes landing on his favorite slave.

"Aw South, sleep well?" He asked, ignoring the rebel slave as he moved to stand closer, the slave taking a plate from Lucy and drying it off, his lips staying in a line as he rubbed the plate dry.

"See Pitney, you need to be like South here and shut your trap." He said, looking at the boy, his eyes going a little wide in surprised to see the boy spinning his gun on one finger.

"Blah blah blah. That's all I hear. Oh, and you and your little guards really to keep a tight lock on these things, it would be horrible if you went to bed and never woke up, again." Pitney smiled, Mr. Hill quickly took the gun from the slaves fingers, before sending a hard slap to the boy's cheek.

Mr. Hill took a step back as he slid his gun back into it's hostler, watching as the boy placed a hand on his now red cheek, looking at him. Mr. Hill folded his arms, letting the silence sit for little before specking.

"I am your master, and you will listen to me, if you think you can outsmart, out talk, or out beat me, you are wrong. I will make you bow, boy by the time I'm done with you." Mr. Hill snapped, moving so close to Pitney that both their foreheads were touching. Pitney raised his chin high, keeping eye contact with Mr. Hill.

"Yeah, we'll see how well that goes for you, old man." He spat, Mr. Hill taking a small step back and wiping the spit off of his face, giving Pitney one last look before he turned towards the three others who were watching.

"I'm quite busy today, so I'm leaving Dante in charge. If I hear one person didn't finish their work, then you all will be punished. Am I clear?" He said, raising his voice, looking at each of them.

A series of 'Yes Master Hill.' were heard, Mr. Hill smiled to himself before telling them to get back to work before he left the kitchen, heading upstairs where one of his guards stood waiting for him.

"Sir, Maddox got the things you asked for, is there anything you wish for me to get?" He asked, Mr. Hill paused and look at the twin's eyes.

"Oh, Keene, yes, I need you to go downstairs and remove the tape from around my son's mouth and replace it with a cloth after you give him a little water, can't have him dying on me." Mr. Hill said, as he reached the top step, getting next to the guard.

"Will do, boss." He nodded before heading down the stairs, Mr. Hill watched him as he did so, before turning around and heading towards the room where the two slaves were in, already hearing the loud muffled words coming.

"Shut up!" Maddox's voice spoke loud when Mr. Hill placed his hand on the door knob, the muffle words still coming.

Not wanted Maddox to rip the slave apart, Mr. Hill opened the door to see Maddox standing across the room. Stepping in, he closed the door behind him, feeling more than two sets of eyes on him, he turned his head to see it was the male slave, his eyes mixed with fear and anger. From where he was standing, the gag looked soaked as the slave gave one last jerk at the leather cuffs, a groan only heard through the cloth. Turning his head, he raised his eyebrows to see the girl unmoving, her head turned away. Moving closer, he saw her eyes closed, dried tear lines along her cheeks making him look at Maddox.

"Was she awake when you came in?" He asked, Maddox shook his head.

Using his hand, he brushed some of her brown hair away from her face, her body not flinching at his touch which told him she was still out old.

"That will just make my job easier. Now, let's move the other one before he hurts himself more than he already has." He spoke, watching as Maddox grabbed a set of chains, moving to the side of the bed Will was on, Will saw the chains and started to shake his head, biting down on the cloth.

"Mo." He moaned, his eyes staying locked towards the chains.

"Maddox-" Mr. Hill was cut short when the door opened, the other twin stepping in.

"And Keene, great for you to stop by, you can help your brother get this slave put into shackles." He said, the twin only nodded and moving to help his brother, the slave starting to struggle more, fear wishing over his eyes as the twins made quick work.

Each taking hold of one of his wrist, they unlocked them, keeping a good grip so Will won't be able to try anything. Mr. Hill watched as Keene took Will's left wrist from Maddox, bring them together so Maddox could lock and tighten the chains around Will's wrists. As Maddox was doing that, Will tried to yank his hands free, yelling muffled words.

"So!" He yelled, trying to pull his hands free, only to get Keene to tighten his grip making Will let out a whimper.

After Maddox got the chains locked around his wrist, Keene pinned Will down by his shoulder as Maddox made quickly word of Will's ankles, Will just shaking his head.

"Maddox, where did you put the pain killers and sleep drugs at?" Mr. Hill asked, looking over at Skyler, her eyes still closed. "In the night-stop moving!" Maddox yelled, sending a hard punch to Will's stomach making him cough.

"It's in the night stand next to her, sir." He said, turning his head and watching as Mr. Hill pulled out the drawer, smiling at the set of needles that awaiting him. "Maddox, get Will there in the room where the other slaves are staying. Make sure his gag stays in so he can't talk to that other one. Keene, I need your help." He said, pulling out the needles and setting them on the nightstand, watching as Will was dragged from the room, trying to keep his footing but the chains making that a little hard.

"What would you like me to do?" Keene asked, standing on the other side of the bed, his eyes looking at Skyler for a second before he looked back at Mr. Hill.

"I need you to get my hammer and pliers, I need them for what I'm going to do next." He said, uncapping the needles, Keene only nodded.

Picking up on one of the needles, he looked at her arm before he grabbed it lightly and pressed the needle in, injecting the drug. Making sure it was all gone, he pulled it out, setting it back on the night stand and grabbing the other one, injecting it a little higher before pulling it out and setting it on the table. Looking at her, he smiled, just thinking of what he was going to do.

"You and I are going to have a lot fun with my son."

Going down the stairs, Mr. Hill pulled out the keys to the door, looking behind him to make sure Keene was still behind him with Skyler. Reaching the door, he stopped, looking at Keene one more time.

"I'm going to go in there first, I want you to come in when I tell you too, clear?" He asked, his eyes wandering to Skyler, who rested in Keene arms, not knowing that she was going to be hating life when she woke up.

"Clear, boss." Keene nodded, Mr. Hill smiled before he unlocked the door and stepped in, his smile growing wider at the sight in front of him.

Still hanging from the chains, his toes inches from touching the ground was Chip. His knees still taped together so he was not able to bend them, but the one thing that made him tilt his head was that his son's head was lowered, his arms looking like they were going to break from his body any second.

"You awake son?" He asked, looking at the chains as they rattled a little, Chip's eyes slowly opening, his head remaining lowered.

"What? No wise, smart comeback?" He asked, reaching his hand out and grabbing Chip by the chin, forcing him to look up.

When he did so, Chip made straight eye contact, his fingers moving to make a good grip on the chain as he held the contact. It had been almost three days since Chip had seen anyone but Dante, and just seeing his father made him wish he was dead.

"Now I know you are still going to be you and not listen to me so I brought something that might just make you submit. Keene? Bring her in." Mr. Hill called, stepping out of the way so Chip could see who he was talking about, his eyes going wide when he saw it was Skyler.

"Mh?' He said, pulling on the chain, Mr. Hill only laughed.

"That's right, the girl that I believe you may actually have a heart for. So, I think the only way you're going to listen to me, well, is by hurting her." Mr. Hill said, smiling as Chip started to let out a muffled protest.

Chuckling, Mr. Hill walked over to the table where he saw the hammer and pliers, glancing over his shoulder to see Chip watching him, his eyes going over to Skyler a few times, Mr. Hill laughed as he grabbed the pliers, moving over to where Keene stood with Skyler in her arms, confusion on his face also.

"Keene, set her down and go stand by Ayden and hold him still, I want him to watch." He ordered, Keene only nodded, setting Skyler down, Mr. Hill kneeling down next to her, having her rest up against his side as he took her right hand.

"Remove his gag if you can, Keene." Mr. Hill said, setting pliers on Skyler's middle finger, making it to where one clap, and the bone would be broken.

As soon as Chip's gag was removed, he took his chance. "Don't, I'll answer what you want me too, just don't- hm!" He yelled when Keene placed his large hand over Chip's mouth, Chip shooting him a glare before he moved his eyes back to Mr. Hill when he started laughing.

"Oh son, I know you'll answer the questions, I just want to have a little fun, now, are you going to keep your mouth shut unless I talk to you or do I have to gag you again? That sure would be a lot of fun seeing you answer questions why being gagged." Mr. Hill joked, keeping a good grip on the pliers, ready to snap Skyler's finger.

Slowly, Keene removed his hand from his mouth, Chip biting down on his tongue to keep himself from saying something that would hurt Skyler. His eyes moving to the ground. Mr. Hill saw this, moving his arm so Chip could see the grip on the pliers that held her middle finger.

"Now, tell me why you drugged me and the other masters that night, stole my servants, along with others that belonged to other masters." He said, shifting the pliers, putting a little bit of pressure on it.

Chip kept his gaze towards the floor, his mouth opening, but closing at times, making Mr. Hill narrow his eyes.

"Do you really have to choose between a girl and your own father? That's just heartbreaking. It's an easy question and if you don't answer, one of Miss Oaks's lovely fingers over here become broken and I would hate to see that happen because they look quite perfect." He said, seeing Chip's eyes moved to the pliers ready to break the bone.

Still remaining quiet, Mr. Hill growled, looking at Chip as his eyes stayed on the ground. "I'm going to give you 10 seconds to answer or a Miss Oaks is going to be in a lot of pain when she wakes up. I thought that you were the only thing in this word that was perfect, a teen who listened, but from seeing where we are, I feel stupid for even being your father. Now, answer the question!" Mr. Hill said, moving so his grip on the pliers were strong.

Chip looked at Skyler. He didn't want to get her hurt, but if he answered his father's question, he would hurt her anyways, he just didn't know what why it should come. Moving to meet Mr. Hill's gaze, Chip felt his heart beat pick up speed as he started to count down.

"9"

Chip shifted a little, wincing at his arms pulled at his sore shoulders.

"I'll tell you if you don't hurt her." Chip said, looking up at his hands, a chill running up his spine when his father laughed.

"Are you really trying to make a deal?" He joked.

"Yes, if it will keep you from turning into the demon you are." Chip said, not afraid of what he had said.

Mr. Hill raised his eyebrow, before he stood up, the pliers falling from his hand, Skyler's body hitting the ground as Mr. Hill made his way over to Chip.

"The demon I am? You think I'm a demon?" He growled, Chip only swallowing, not speaking at all.

"My own blood, my own son, thinks I'm a demon? You would be a nobody if I wasn't your father." He said, looking at Chip, who only looked right back at him, his jaw not moving.

"You would be trash without me." He said, his eyes narrowing when Chip snorted.

"I won't be trash, I would be something that you could never be, someone who loves. That's how you were at first with mom until, well, you thought love was bad, so you did what anyone like you with a sick, twisted mind would do, you killed her." Chip spat, Mr. Hill's eyes going wide.

"Don't you dare." He growled, Chip only meeting his eyes.

"You're not my father, your just a monster thinking the world should be in flames." Chip said, Mr. Hill putting his hand into a fist.

Without warning, Mr. Hill sent a hard punch to Chip's jaw, making his head jerk back, before his head fell forward, his body un-moving, showing Mr. Hill had just knocked him unconscious.

"If you want me to be a monster, so be." He growled, walking over to Skyler and taking the pliers in his hand. Looking at Chip, he placed Skyler's middle finger into the pliers, before specking.

"I'll be the monster you think I am." He said, before he squeezed down on the pliers, a snap hear able.