(An/ sorry I haven't updated in a few days, I was busy and lazy lol)

Tords pov

Tom didn't say anything. Watching him stay tough like he was pulled the strings in my heart.

"Well....it seems since both of you can't figure it out, I'll have to give you a little nudge, eh?" Yellow flicked a switch blade in front of the screen. Toms lip dropped at the sound. He couldn't see it...but he no doubt knew what was coming next.

I gripped the front of Patryks shirt and he looked at me with the same mirrored look. We both had no idea how to approach this.

The story is, this army is just as much my dads as it is mine. I am the leader. And they are my side men. They have just as much say in any decision I make as I have in theirs.
He had to help me with this.

I muted the out mic for a moment, watching the yellow leader circle around him like a vulture and its prey.

"Pa! What the hell do I do? I can't- I-" I broke down again. My throat felt dry, like it was closing on me.

My vision blurred again with tears that threatened to fall down my face.
I think it's the most humiliating thing it cry in front of my parents. But it was happening. I had finally lost all control. Over my life. Over my future. Over him.

Anything could happen.

"Well what's more important to you right now?" He placed his hand on my shoulder in a small attempt to comfort me. "I'd never let the ones I love come second in anything kid. I'm not trying to make your mind up for you but I am saying that you should have your priorities straight by now." He looked to the computer.

My stomach was is knots. I knew exactly what I had to do, there was no other way around it..... but I didn't want to. Who would I be to my men if I gave up on them now?

Pa unmuted the computer and let me take the chair. Yellow leader looked to the camera and back at Tom.
"Come to any decision?"

I poker faced and shook my head.

I'm not ready to give in.

"...You made me do this," a malicious smirk crossed his lips as he took the switch blade to Toms leg.
He made a high pitched scream at contact and I hissed right along side him. I felt every bit of pain he was in. And I deserved it.

Blood began to seep through my pants. I gave pa a pained look, looking for comfort. He was always the best at that.
But instead of any encouragement, he gave me a disgusted look and turned on his heal to leave the room.

My mind was spinning, my vision already being hazy with tears and anxiety didn't help.

Yellow slashed more and more at the one side of Toms leg, and he continued to wince back every time.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU TORD." His small, pained voice shattered my heart. I can't believe myself either.

His tiny voice echoed over and over again in the back of my mind.

Normal pov

Tom began to cry for Tord to comply so he would stop being hurt.
"T-TORD YOU CANT LET HIM DO THIS." He hiccuped with sobs.
"PLEASE. PLEASE MAKE HIM STOP!" He gave him a loud cry and started kicking his legs to the best of his abilities, though still restrained to the chairs legs.
Not once has Tom felt so weak ever in his short life.

Tord said nothing. He watched the whole torture unfold. He couldn't concentrate, his head spinning, nails dug into the wood of the desk in pain.
He was hurting deep within his core over the pained look in his lovers eyes.
Tord himself was hurting physically too. He bled all over his own jeans.

But he still said nothing. Years and years of training and work would go right down the drain if he dare gave up his men.

He couldn't make up his mind. Not yet.

Tom choked back on violent sobs, struggling against the shackles.
"FUCK YOU TORD!"

That hit Tord right in the soft spot, a blow right to the heart. The words ring in his ears, silencing everything else around him. Left with a low hum.

It looped. Over and over.
Until Tom gave a defending screech, snapping Tord back into reality. Blood pooled around both of them.

"Yellow."

The man finally paused, slowly turning to face the screen. Tom panted next to him.

"They are all yours."

•••

The call was ended, Tord being giving the address to the yellow army's base. Tom fainted in the background of the camera view as the yellow leader hung up. And Tord was close to falling the same fate.

He jotted down the address on a sliver of paper and raced out of the room, tripping down the hall.

"PA! PATRYK!" Tord kept running. Down the west hall and to his fathers bedroom.
He slammed the door open and saw his father waiting at the end of the bed.

"Did you make the right choice this time?"

Tord nodded his head vigorously and fished the paper out of his coat pocket, shoving it in his face.
"We have to get there before anything else happens."

God help them if Tord let Tom hurt anymore then he already had.