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Dallon couldn’t move, the thick leather straps holding him in place were assuring that. Addy stood over him, bathed in the harsh buzzing light. Though he knew logically he was taller than her, when she stood like that he couldn’t help but think of her as some kind of god, An imposing figure compared to his small form. Addy controlled his fate, it seemed fitting to think of her as something divine.
He felt her long slender fingers brush the bangs from his face, he didn’t dare shy away from it.
“You're being awfully quiet. Where’s all that disobedience from before, hm?”
Dallon did not respond, he could feel tears forming in his eyes. Fuck.
“Nothing to say to me, A? You think you're above talking to me?”
“Addy” he managed quickly “addy, please-“
“I haven’t even started yet and you’re already crying” she smiled “oh A, your so pathetic”
He was pathetic. God he was fuckng pathetic. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please, I’ll never do it again, I’ll never-“
“And god, you're annoying too” she pressed a finger to his neck “maybe I’ll have to cut out your vocal cords. Oh, but then you’d be useless, wouldn’t you? No way to sing, that would be a shame, wouldn’t it?”
She watched Dallon start to hyperventilate and then she laughed, pulling her hand away “don’t worry honey, I like your singing too much for that”
She walked over to the beeping machinery that Dallon was currently hooked up to “are you gonna be nice and quiet for me, love?”
Dallon breathed, closing his eyes “..yes”
She activated the machine.
The scream that Dallon produced as the burning pain started to sear through his body was almost instantaneous. It never got easier, regardless of how often she put him through it.
Addy sighed, putting her hand over his mouth to muffle the sound “noisy little brat” she mumbled “can’t follow simple fucking orders”
Even more panic started to fill him as he felt her hand move to cover his nose as well. On top of the excruciating pain he now couldn’t breathe either. He started to thrash, desperate to make it all stop.
“Dallon” addy said, face filled with something he assumed was hate
He vision began to tunnel
“Dallon” addy said again, her tone oddly gentle “wake up, Dallon. Wake up”
Dallon shot upwards, eyes flying open as he breathed heavily. The room was dark, he was laying on something soft. Hospital bed, his brain supplied. He couldn’t feel an IV or anything but a hospital bed was the only explanation for the soft surface beneath him. He must have passed out and..and..
He felt arms wrap around him. he froze, pursing his lips so as not to scream again. He was going to be quiet, he was going to be good.
“You're ok, Dal. It’s ok”
ryan. He practically collapsed against his cellmate, the relief unmatched. He buried his face into Ryan’s neck. “ry”
Ryan smiled slightly “Yeah, it’s me”
They stayed like that for a while, pressed together in the comfort of the thick darkness.
“Do you wanna go back to sleep? I can go get comet, you kinda- uh- threw him I guess. well you were sleeping” Ryan sort of rambled as he untangled them and slipped off the bed. He returned a moment later with a black fleece teddy bear with stars of varying colors printed onto its fabric.
Dallon quickly snatched it, hugging it to his chest. “Where’d you get this” he asked, very thankful but confused
“Uh..the floor?”
“No. Why did they..why am I getting rewarded?”
“What?”
“Remember? I- addy was mad, and then..I..why am I getting rewarded?”
Ryan paused for a long time “sweetheart, where do you think we are right now?” His voice had gone all gentle and worried again
Dallon tilted his head “the infirmary?”
Ryan sighed, tugging on his own hair anxiously “I’m gonna turn on the lights, ok? And then we can..” he trailed off
ryan flipped the light switch and Dallon had to cover his eyes to keep from going blind. Once he was able to open his eyes though..he was met with a very confusing sight. Dallon wondered if this was all a test, addy had put ryan up to this. It was some ploy to lure Dallon into a false sense of hope.
He was in a bedroom, a bedroom with orange walls and bed with floral print sheets and a window with curtains and a bookshelf and oh..everything was so colorful. A stuffed dragon sat on the nightstand next to him, he picked it up, admiring it’s dark green scales. He glanced back at a very concerned looking ryan “do you think they’ll let me have this?”
“Dallon- fuck. Fuck”
“Where are we?”
“We’re in our apartment, baby, remember? We got out. They can’t get us anymore”
Dallon stared at him, blinking a bit.
Oh.
He was still hooked up to that machine, wasn’t he? He was imagining this. This wasn’t real, this wasn’t fucking real. He felt tears form in his eyes. “I hate this”
“..huh?”
Dallon hugged the two stuffed animals tightly “I’m gonna wake up and..and none of this will be real”
Ryan sighed “dal-“
“This isn’t fucking real”
Ryan grabbed dallons arm, pulling him off the bed and leading him out of the room
“What are you doing?”
Ryan didn’t answer him. They arrived in a small kitchen, when the lights were flicked on Dallon could see the mint walls and the fridge covered in a variety of magnets. Ryan sat him in one of the kitchen chairs. Dallon watched him fumble around, pulling a variety of things out before finally returning.
A glass of water, a plate with a cookie and a piece of cold pizza, and a watermelon flavored sucker.
“ ‘s not a very balanced meal” Dallon mumbled, staring at the plate
“Yeah well, I dunno. It’s what we have”
“I don’t need to eat, this isn’t real”
“Eating something normally grounds you, just Humor me”
Dallon opened the sucker and stuck it in his mouth. He smiled slightly, humming in content
“Watermelons your favorite, I remembered”
“You only know that cause I made this up”
“I know that because I’ve been your boyfriend for 5 years”
Dallon set the two stuffed animals down on the table so they faced him “what’s the dragon called”
“Huh?”
“You called the bear comet, what’s the dragon called”
“Oh, Jackie”
Dallon leaned his head on the table “I’m tired”
“Well it is 4 am..did the food help?”
He felt the tears come back, he shut his eyes. Why did it have to be like this? Why did he have to be like this? “I’m sorry, please don’t be mad. I’m sorry”
Ryan softened “im not mad, baby” he kissed dallon’s head “do you wanna go to bed now?”
“No!” Dallon said quickly, eyes opening “no, I can’t”
“Dallon”
“She’ll cut my vocal cords out” Dallon blurted out
ryan sorta froze for a moment “a movie, then. Let’s watch a movie” he landed on
That did sound much more appealing.
Dallon woke up the next morning in the orange bedroom with curtains and floral sheets. Ryan was still asleep next to him, the laptop they had been watching Coraline on was now shut and sort of leaning on Ryan’s leg. Dallon moved it to the nightstand and rolled over to face Ryan. He was so pretty when he slept.
Dallon was so happy this was real.