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Mori nodded, stroking Tim's hair, "that's right. you're ok." he smiled a bit and teased Timothy's slightly bleeding n*pple, "You kind of like it, don't you, Tim?" he purred, stroking Timothy's hair with the other hand while still holding him close. "it makes everything so much more intense, it feels good, doesn't it, Tim?" he moved his hand to the other side, making sure everything was on display as he manipulated the boy's mind. "maybe we should make them permanent. it would feel so good, Tim, would you like that? to feel good?"

Mori smiled and kissed the side of Tim's neck, "that's a good boy. wait here..." he got up and moved to get the proper tools to do the piercings. he knew there were rings and the like, but he preferred silver bars with the screwed on balls at the ends. he moved back to the bed and unchained the collar and Tim's arms, his hands gliding down the soft leather of the monoglove, soothing. "move forward, that's it. stretch your legs out." he slid in behind Tim and pulled the boy back against him, the arms pinned between his chest and the other's back. he continued his stroking, moving his hands down Timothy's side now as he got the piercing gun ready. he slipped the needle out of one side and lined the gun up, pulling Tim tight against his chest. "it feels good," he said softly, his free hand holding the flesh still. "you like it, it feels so good, Tim." with a pull of the trigger the slightly larger bar was forced through the abused n*pple, leaving a trail of blood in it's wake. he quickly screwed on the end and went back to stroking Tim's side, "See? it will feel so good when it heals, you will beg me to play with it..." he smiled, looking into the camera for the first time, "just like you did."

Daren lost it, he threw up into the trash can, emptying the contents of his stomach and dry heaving for several minutes. oh gods. it was too much, he couldn't. cold sweat covered his body as he shakingly sat down, his head resting against the cool wall. what could he do? Think he angrily told himself. he was missing something, there had to be a way to find them, just...how?

"One more," Mori said softly, "one more, Timmy. you're being so brave, so strong." he smiled and moved the gun into position one more time, repeating the act as he slid metal through tender flesh. "there, all done, see? all done, you were so good." he turned Tim sideways, sitting the boy across his lap and held him close, stroking his arm, his hair, whatever he could reach. "it will feel good. wait, you will see." his hand moved to one of the bars and ever so slightly touched it, "i'll make it feel good." he got the cleaning supplies and began to carefully wash around the bar, making sure to get everything sanitized, moving the bar as he did so. "it's starting to feel good, isn't it? the pain's going away and it's making you feel so good." his hand trailed lower, cupping Tim in a decidedly more sensitive place and stroking there as well as lightly teasing the bar with his other hand, "do you want it to feel good, Tim?"

"Then it feels good," he said softly, "that's all you feel, Tim. the only thing you feel is pleasure, that's all there is here." he pulled on the bar a little harder, his lower hand matching with stronger touches, "see how good it feels?" he was no longer looking at TIm, his focus was on the camera, on the pair of blue eyes he knew were on the other side. "it's ok, it's ok to let it feel good." he continued, his hands touching harder, rougher until finally Tim found release. Mori smirked and lay Tim down on the bed, getting a wet cloth to wash off his hand and clean the steady trickle of blood that seeped from the abused buds on Tim's chest. "Sorry, i played with them a little too much. are you ok? you are so strong, just like Daren. did you know that, Tim? these used to be his, does that make you happy?" he asked as touched one of the bars.

Iroh walked into the lounge, his face white. he found Daren easily and knew he'd been watching too. he moved to his friend, the man he thought he'd known well until this moment. he pulled Daren into a tight hug, the man stiff at first but slowly melting into the contact. "it'll be ok." he whispered fiercely, "we'll find them."

Daren shook like a dog that had been in cold water too long, clinging to Iroh as his only lifeline. "it's the same." he whispered, "it's the same. after mom-" his voice broke and he buried his head into Iroh's neck, "he did this to me after he killed mom. all of it, the exact same. oh gods-"

Iroh held Daren tightly, "We'll find them. i swear. we're tracking George's car now, trying to find it in traffic lights this morning. we think that he knocked out George and took his car, it's a start, Daren. a place where we can begin."

Mori's hand pulled away as he looked at Tim tfully, "oh? broke the spell did i?" he chuckled and grabbed Tim's chin, forcing the boy to look at him, "you don't like it? then shall i take them out?" he grabbed one and began to pull, "since it makes you so sick, why not just remove it now?" he pulled harder, the force enough to tear the bar out of Tim's n*pple, destroying the flesh in it's wake. "it can stay if it makes you happy, otherwise it has to go."

Mori let go and nodded, "i thought you would, now," he let the blood stay there as a reminder and put the cloth away, "since you are concious, shall we begin again?" he went back to the chest and looked into it thoughtfully, "Tell me, Timothy, what do you think of Daren? be honest, boy, i do not care for lies." he pulled out several toys, giving Tim a good look at them, their uses obvious, before putting them back away. "do you love him? is that why you followed him to the hotel rather than go somewhere safe?" he picked up a small box and smiled, having found what he was going to use next. "this is all his fault, you know. you wouldn't be here if it weren't for him."

Mori lifted an eyebrow, the reading he got off Tim's posture and eyes was...interesting. "i see. so he is unloved." he sat beside Timothy, the box in his lap, "lay on your back." he waited for his order to be followed before opening the box and pulling out one thin wire with a metal clasp on the end. he attached it to the right rod on Timothy's chest before attaching a second to the left. "Andrew never did this before, did he?" he asked softly as he fiddled with the dials inside the box, "good. the fool wouldn't know what he was doing. don't want to damage you permanently, Tim." he smiled before flipping the switch and allowing a low level current to run through Tim's body. it was enough to hurt, but not an intense pain, not yet. he only kept it on a second or two before turning it off again. "when Daren was naughty, i would hook him to this. sometimes it would take hours before he gave in and begged me for forgiveness. he was such a bad boy, always trying to rebel, but he learned. how long will you last, hmm?" he smiled and flipped it on again, leaving it a tiny bit longer this time, "you're smarter than him, aren't you? you will learn quickly that this is pleasure, not pain."