TW:
- implies rape
- violence
-severe gore
-sadness 😔✌️

BE WARNED THIS IS QUITE A GRUESOME CHAPTER

NARRATIVE VOICE

Alexander has stopped fighting. Gave up. Waiting for something, anything, that could possibly save him.

He's given up on the idea of the Washington's caring enough to find him.

He's given up on the idea of John caring enough to even notice he's gone.

He's given up.

The only people he can vaguely imagine would be bothered about his disappearance are Maria, Laf and Usnavi- but he can't imagine they've got much of a say among his newly acquired group of friends; if he could call them that.

"Oh Lexi!" He heard King's distinct voice sing, all of his muscles tensing in fear.

"Lexi! Where's my good little boy?" He called menacingly.

Now, Alexander has the opportunity to answer back- say anything he wanted to the terrorising monster before him- but he didn't. He's stopped fighting.

"There He is! Oh Lexi, you look so gorgeous!" The man coos, looking at Alexander's boxer-clad form. The only clothes he's been allowed to put back on we're boxers and socks. Everything else has been confiscated.

"Sweet Lexi! Arnold! Seabury!" He called to his friends, who have taken rest pleasure in mutilating the boy. They both enter, the former dressed in dirty black jeans and a creased white shit. The latter, however, was dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a coat. No shirt. No jumper.

"Seabury. Come over here." King commands, and the smaller man struts forward confidently.

"How about a little pleasure, Sam?" George purrs, eyes flitting between Alexander and Samuel.

"Oh, I'd love that." He grins viciously, knowing exactly what was in store.

"He's yours for an hour. Do what you want." George finally stands, unlocking Alexander's handcuffs from around the post and instead chaining him to a metal table.

"I'm sure he'll do just fine." Sam glares hungrily.

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JOHN'S POV

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN DO NOTHING?! HE'S BEING TORTURED! WE HAVE TO REPORT THIS TO THE POLICE!" I scream, hands pulling at my hair as angry tears flow down my cheeks.

"Okay, calm down, John. We'll go to the Washington's and they'll know what to do." Vanessa soothed.

I see Angelica pull out her phone, scrolling through contacts until apparently finding Mr Washington's. She presses the speaker button, immediately the beeping tone calls out to the room.

After a few seconds of waiting I hear my bosses voice answer.

"Hello?" His voice calls sleepily.

"Hi, sir, it's Angelica. We've got something that's quite urgent. It's can't wait."

"Is this work business, Miss Schuyler?" He asks exhaustedly.

"No, sir, it's about your son. Alexander." Angelica informs seriously.

"Come over. Now."

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We're all sat down in the Washington's family room, the sofas all occupied by me and the rest of the group.

"So you're telling me, that this... this monstrosity was posted through your door, accompanied by a collar?" he fumed, but we all knew that it wasn't us he was angry at, it was Alexander's captors.

"Yes, sir." Angelica answered.

"And you didn't see who delivered it?"

"No sir."

He grunted loudly in frustration, eyes ablaze and mouth curled into a vicious frown. A noise sounded from the door, and we all stood to observe what had caused it. And there it lay.

Another parcel.
Identical to the last.

Washington stomped forward, snatching at the package and bringing it back into the family room, placing it on the table. He looked us all in the eye, each one nodding at him to open it.

He tore open the paper, revealing what seemed to be another Polaroid. Only this time, it was of Alexander strapped to a table. He lay, covered in someone else's seed, blood leaking from several places on his body. Tears cascaded down his flushed cheeks,  his skeletal frame visible from the way his ribs pushed at his flesh and the gaunt, indented skin surrounding his cheeks and eyes. He looked terrible.

I tore my eyes from the image, instead looking at what had been posted with it. Apparently everyone had seen the item at the same time, shrieks of terror echoing around the usually comforting room.

There it lay.

Blood clotted around the cut.

It appears to have been sliced using a knife or blade, seeing as the cut was relatively straight.

The end of Alexander's tail.