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     Ellis was struggling, his body was aching and he simply wanted to lay down. However, if he moved, he'd be zapped. He quivered uncontrollably, his body beyond its limit. When he began to feel himself fall forward, the door was slammed open. He was grabbing by his wrists and pulled up. The young mechanic tried his best to struggle, but gave up. As they unchained him, he began fading in and out, until he completely lost consciousness. "W-what're ya'll...."

    The twenty-three year old woke up to a rather clean feeling. He had been washed up like the others and given white shorts and a white shirt.The choker still remained on his neck. He scrambled to sit up on the bed and was startled to find Nick sitting at the clear table in one of the white chairs. He was fumbling through a book, not looking very interested. The conman's eyes lit up, though, when Ellis looked at him.

     "You look good." He smiled gently. Ellis stammered for a moment, then replied.

     "T-thank ya kindly, so do yew." The boy looked down for a moment. He was still afraid. Was that brief bit of torture only a dream? Or was it real? It had to be...he still had the choker. And he looked at Nick closely, so did the other man.

     "Ellis...you okay?" Nick stood up and sat next to Ellis on the pure white sheets.

      "I'ma...fine...nuthin ta worry bout..." Ellis avoided the calm, emerald gaze. Nick wrapped his arm around Ellis's shoulder, and then pulled him closer.

    Finally, the two were in a tight embrace. Ellis had never felt so comfortable, so at home. He buried his bruised face into the tight white shirt. And for the first time, Nick saw him cry. Crying so hard, the tears made the shirt partially transparent. The boy gripped tighter, practically whaling and his face was completely red.

     "NICK...itaa....I...sa..." he mumbled into the older man's chest.

     "Don't worry...it'll be okay...."

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     Ellis was struggling, his body was aching and he simply wanted to lay down. However, if he moved, he'd be zapped. He quivered uncontrollably, his body beyond its limit. When he began to feel himself fall forward, the door was slammed open. He was grabbing by his wrists and pulled up. The young mechanic tried his best to struggle, but gave up. As they unchained him, he began fading in and out, until he completely lost consciousness. "W-what're ya'll...."

    The twenty-three year old woke up to a rather clean feeling. He had been washed up like the others and given white shorts and a white shirt.The choker still remained on his neck. He scrambled to sit up on the bed and was startled to find Nick sitting at the clear table in one of the white chairs. He was fumbling through a book, not looking very interested. The conman's eyes lit up, though, when Ellis looked at him.

     "You look good." He smiled gently. Ellis stammered for a moment, then replied.

     "T-thank ya kindly, so do yew." The boy looked down for a moment. He was still afraid. Was that brief bit of torture only a dream? Or was it real? It had to be...he still had the choker. And he looked at Nick closely, so did the other man.

     "Ellis...you okay?" Nick stood up and sat next to Ellis on the pure white sheets.

      "I'ma...fine...nuthin ta worry bout..." Ellis avoided the calm, emerald gaze. Nick wrapped his arm around Ellis's shoulder, and then pulled him closer.

    Finally, the two were in a tight embrace. Ellis had never felt so comfortable, so at home. He buried his bruised face into the tight white shirt. And for the first time, Nick saw him cry. Crying so hard, the tears made the shirt partially transparent. The boy gripped tighter, practically whaling and his face was completely red.

     "NICK...itaa....I...sa..." he mumbled into the older man's chest.

     "Don't worry...it'll be okay...."