I wouldn't dare;
Well, because everyone wants to read this, I'm just going to go ahead and post it, since it's not canon anyways. Enjoy some Austin torture by the hands of Keane.
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Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Austin awakes to the sound emitting from a clock on the wall. How long has he been out for? He looks to the boarded up window, noticing small streams of moonlight seeping in through the cracks between the wood panels. It had been day time the last he remembered. He looks around his surroundings, quickly realizing that he’s strapped down to a cold metal table, drenched at that. His hands are shackled on either side of his head, ankles spread and shackled as well. Great. The door creaks open and he turns his head too fast, immediately giving himself a headache from the sudden movement. Letting out a groan, he looks up and a bright light above him flickers on, nearly blinding him.
“Sleep well?” The voice is all too familiar and he flinches away from the light as the figure approaches him.
“Hardly.” It’s short and full of spite, but Keane merely laughs. That horrible, malicious laugh.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for Miles to let me do this.” The blond swallows hard. That’s anything but good news and no matter how much he tries to yank at his binds, he’s stuck and not going anywhere.
“Oh, are you scared?” The older man rips Austin’s shirt open down the middle, exposing his torso, “You should be.” And he smiles cruelly, fear flashing through the teen’s eyes.
“What are you doing?!” He asks, shaken, as he thrashes around, struggling to escape now more than ever.
“I’m going to teach you some obedience. Since you consistently refuse to listen to a word anyone says, we’re going to fix that by breaking you down to nothing.” He explains as he removes his jacket and grabs an assortment of tools. All of which look painful, Austin notices with a grimace.
“Once you are nothing but a blank slate, that’s when we’ll have all the real fun.” At that, he takes his scalpel and digs it square into the boy’s chest, dragging it downwards. Austin screams through clenched teeth, arching as blood streams down his sides.
And the pain continues. A cut across each bicep, his collarbone, and a shallow one across his forehead… Keane stops after that, setting the tool down and moving to grab something from another end of the room, leaving the boy breathing heavily through the pain.
“If you didn’t like that, you’ll hate this.” Austin doesn’t even have a second to dread what’s next to come, a large bucket of ice water being dumped down onto him. That gets a loud scream, the water feeling like sea salt poured into his open wounds. He arcs and writhes around, whimpering as his energy levels quickly diminish.
Giving him a moment’s break, Keane fiddles with a machine a few feet from the table. As Austin’s head weakly turns to the side, his eyes travel from the machine to the wires connecting it to the table. By the time he is able to process what’s about to happen, it’s too late. High voltage electricity is sent through the table, flowing through his body, the water helping the jolts spread further. His voice is already hoarse and burning as his screams echo around the room. It feels like it goes on forever before it pauses, only giving him what seems like a millisecond to breathe before it begins again. And when voltage finally stops completely, he’s left limp and numb, his body trembling hard, whether it be from the ice water or the nerve damage.
“Need a break already?” Another laugh, mocking the blond as the teen’s eyes suddenly become too heavy and everything goes black.
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It’s nearly dawn by the time his eyes slowly blink open. His energy is still close to nothing as he tries to force his head up to look around. He can barely manage that, wincing as the bright light above causes spots to form across his vision.
“You idiot! If he dies--“
”Butt out of this, Princess.”
The argument carries on as Austin is slipping in and out of consciousness. A sudden warmth to his forehead brings him back a bit, able to focus enough on the conversation.
“Don’t do that! He’ll warm up!”
“That’s the point, dumbass, if he gets any colder, he’ll die.”
“No he won’t, I know what I’m doing. This is none of your business, so why don’t you just--”
“This is my business! I didn’t come this far to just watch him fucking die in your hands.” There’s a fabric being laid across his torso now, and another dabbing at his neck and face to dry him. “If dad were here he would be so pissed.”
“He’s the one that approved I do this!”
“He approved your ‘alternate methods’, he didn’t approve you risking Bailey’s life. And what the hell are you doing giving him that much voltage?! You’re lucky he lived through that!”
“I have this under control.”
“You’ve put him under enough physical stress. I’ll take it over from here.”
There is heavy footsteps and a slammed door, before more warmth covers him. When Leah moves into his sight, he watches her, brows furrowed as much as he can manage.
“You still alive, there?” asks it flatly, glancing at his face. He couldn’t answer if he wanted to, fading off again. She notices that and grabs a hold of his face, patting his cheeks harshly. “Stay with me, hothead.”
“--can’t.” It’s much quieter than he’d like. Hoarse and whispery, it’s almost unrecognizable as his own voice. Again, his eyes itch to close and as they do, Leah shakes him.
“Austin.” She speaks firmly as a gust of hot air blows through, warming and drying him more. “I need you to stay awake.” The sudden warmth again brings him back, and after a moment he moves his head to look at her, blinking a couple more times.
He gives her a confused look and asks, “Did you just-- … save me?”
She straightens, arms crossing as she smirks at him.
“It’s my turn tomorrow.”
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And by tomorrow, she means this.
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Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Austin awakes to the sound emitting from a clock on the wall. How long has he been out for? He looks to the boarded up window, noticing small streams of moonlight seeping in through the cracks between the wood panels. It had been day time the last he remembered. He looks around his surroundings, quickly realizing that he’s strapped down to a cold metal table, drenched at that. His hands are shackled on either side of his head, ankles spread and shackled as well. Great. The door creaks open and he turns his head too fast, immediately giving himself a headache from the sudden movement. Letting out a groan, he looks up and a bright light above him flickers on, nearly blinding him.
“Sleep well?” The voice is all too familiar and he flinches away from the light as the figure approaches him.
“Hardly.” It’s short and full of spite, but Keane merely laughs. That horrible, malicious laugh.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for Miles to let me do this.” The blond swallows hard. That’s anything but good news and no matter how much he tries to yank at his binds, he’s stuck and not going anywhere.
“Oh, are you scared?” The older man rips Austin’s shirt open down the middle, exposing his torso, “You should be.” And he smiles cruelly, fear flashing through the teen’s eyes.
“What are you doing?!” He asks, shaken, as he thrashes around, struggling to escape now more than ever.
“I’m going to teach you some obedience. Since you consistently refuse to listen to a word anyone says, we’re going to fix that by breaking you down to nothing.” He explains as he removes his jacket and grabs an assortment of tools. All of which look painful, Austin notices with a grimace.
“Once you are nothing but a blank slate, that’s when we’ll have all the real fun.” At that, he takes his scalpel and digs it square into the boy’s chest, dragging it downwards. Austin screams through clenched teeth, arching as blood streams down his sides.
And the pain continues. A cut across each bicep, his collarbone, and a shallow one across his forehead… Keane stops after that, setting the tool down and moving to grab something from another end of the room, leaving the boy breathing heavily through the pain.
“If you didn’t like that, you’ll hate this.” Austin doesn’t even have a second to dread what’s next to come, a large bucket of ice water being dumped down onto him. That gets a loud scream, the water feeling like sea salt poured into his open wounds. He arcs and writhes around, whimpering as his energy levels quickly diminish.
Giving him a moment’s break, Keane fiddles with a machine a few feet from the table. As Austin’s head weakly turns to the side, his eyes travel from the machine to the wires connecting it to the table. By the time he is able to process what’s about to happen, it’s too late. High voltage electricity is sent through the table, flowing through his body, the water helping the jolts spread further. His voice is already hoarse and burning as his screams echo around the room. It feels like it goes on forever before it pauses, only giving him what seems like a millisecond to breathe before it begins again. And when voltage finally stops completely, he’s left limp and numb, his body trembling hard, whether it be from the ice water or the nerve damage.
“Need a break already?” Another laugh, mocking the blond as the teen’s eyes suddenly become too heavy and everything goes black.
---
It’s nearly dawn by the time his eyes slowly blink open. His energy is still close to nothing as he tries to force his head up to look around. He can barely manage that, wincing as the bright light above causes spots to form across his vision.
“You idiot! If he dies--“
”Butt out of this, Princess.”
The argument carries on as Austin is slipping in and out of consciousness. A sudden warmth to his forehead brings him back a bit, able to focus enough on the conversation.
“Don’t do that! He’ll warm up!”
“That’s the point, dumbass, if he gets any colder, he’ll die.”
“No he won’t, I know what I’m doing. This is none of your business, so why don’t you just--”
“This is my business! I didn’t come this far to just watch him fucking die in your hands.” There’s a fabric being laid across his torso now, and another dabbing at his neck and face to dry him. “If dad were here he would be so pissed.”
“He’s the one that approved I do this!”
“He approved your ‘alternate methods’, he didn’t approve you risking Bailey’s life. And what the hell are you doing giving him that much voltage?! You’re lucky he lived through that!”
“I have this under control.”
“You’ve put him under enough physical stress. I’ll take it over from here.”
There is heavy footsteps and a slammed door, before more warmth covers him. When Leah moves into his sight, he watches her, brows furrowed as much as he can manage.
“You still alive, there?” asks it flatly, glancing at his face. He couldn’t answer if he wanted to, fading off again. She notices that and grabs a hold of his face, patting his cheeks harshly. “Stay with me, hothead.”
“--can’t.” It’s much quieter than he’d like. Hoarse and whispery, it’s almost unrecognizable as his own voice. Again, his eyes itch to close and as they do, Leah shakes him.
“Austin.” She speaks firmly as a gust of hot air blows through, warming and drying him more. “I need you to stay awake.” The sudden warmth again brings him back, and after a moment he moves his head to look at her, blinking a couple more times.
He gives her a confused look and asks, “Did you just-- … save me?”
She straightens, arms crossing as she smirks at him.
“It’s my turn tomorrow.”
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And by tomorrow, she means this.