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“Just tell me where she is, Jimmy.”

And Victor tightened the cuffs another quarter of an inch. Forcing the adamantium spikes embedded in Logan’s wrists even more tightly into his skin, into his bones. Dosing him with more anaesthesia, since he’d ripped one of his hands open at the wrist to get out when they hadn’t, and they didn‘t want him to get loose again. Logan snarled, telling himself to ignore the agony in his hands. Trying not to let his vision cloud over, black spots dancing inside his eyes. It was the problem with being tortured by family: They knew you. Knew how to push every fucking button because they’d installed them all. Victor grinned at him, goading him, daring him to struggle. Knowing that if he did the pain and blood loss would get worse. That maybe he’d pass out. It was typical Victor, nothing new in it. Logan knew he could deal with it-

Because if he didn’t then his former brother would find out where Marie was. And there was no fucking way on Earth that Logan would permit that.

“Enjoying yourself there, Victor?” he muttered then. Forcing his head upright, despite how heavy it felt. Sweat was dripping into his eyes, coppery blood in his mouth. He felt like Hell.

“Course I am, runt,” Creed muttered. “Been dreaming about this fer quite some time.” And he tightened the cuffs again. Grinning. Yanking the adamantium chains upwards to that Logan was forced even further towards the wall-

Goddammit! Logan drew blood, he bit his lip so hard. Fuck, but that shit hurt.

“You always dream o’ tying me up?” he asked then, breathlessly. Trying to ignore the worsening pain in his arms, his shoulders- Which he suspected were separating. “Kinky.”

“You’re the one with a thing fer jailbait, Jimmy,” the feral retorted. “Kinky ain’t a word you should be throwing around. Not with that hot little parasite o’ yours out there all alone, just itching t’make my acquaintance-”

Logan couldn’t help himself: He head-butted the bastard then.

Willingly ignoring the pain in his cranium and his shoulders if it meant that he shut the sonofabitch up. On some level he knew losing his temper like that was childish, but the mere thought o’ Victor laying hands on Marie was enough to make his blood boil-

No matter what had happened between them in the past.

Victor laughed then. “That girl must be one helluva lay, t’get you all hot an’ bothered.” He reached out, rubbing his jaw. Noting the small dribble of blood that was running down it and wiping it away with one nail. “You reckon if she fucked you she’ll have a problem with doin’ me? The genuine article, so t’speak?” And his grin turned malicious. “Not that consent will be a problem, you understand-”

“You fucking lay one hand on her and I’ll kill you, y’hear me?” Logan roared.

Victor put his face in his. “I know you’ll fucking try. Runt.”

Logan began pulling at his bindings then. Rage, fear and adrenaline lending him strength. Fer the first time in a long time nearly getting loose. ‘Tooth took a step back, his eyes glinting with malicious delight but still standing well fucking clear. There was no way he’d let Victor have Marie. He’d been able to smell the way Victor felt about her that first time he’d met her, back when she was only a kid: It was one of the reasons he’d been so vicious to the bastard on Liberty Island. He’d known what would happen if he didn’t put him down. Logan tensed, gathering his strength and pulling harder at the chains. Keeping the image of Marie in his mind, behind his eyes, since it seemed to give him so much strength. He could hear Victor laughing harder but he didn’t care none. He got loose and the giggling would settle awful fucking quick. The wall behind him gave even more, the smell of ruptured plaster in his nose and he knew it would take only a moment’s more struggle to get out, to get free of his shackles-

But that moment never came.

Because suddenly something cold and hard, something that felt almost familiar, punctured his neck. Slitting the artery and making him bleed out. Logan tried to gasp, his voice taken from him in agony as he felt bone and muscle dig further into his skin. Victor was laughing, staring at him, waving goodbye to him as he slid forward- But it wasn’t his nails that were hurting him. Sabretooth’s claws couldn’t dig this deep. Fer a second Logan thought he saw something, some dark figure standing beside Victor but then the blood loss got to him. Unconsciousness calling him like a welcoming friend. There was only one thought to process before darkness took him-

Does it hurt? Marie’s voice whispered. Does it hurt when they come out?

Then there was only blackness.

He didn’t even see who’d slit his throat.