FAZER LOGINIt wasn't the cold that was the worst part. It wasn't the darkness or the stone that hurt my back. It was him.Even now, after everything that has happened, my mind keeps going back to Viktor. The way he stood behind the heavy bag with a mask on and his eyes unreadable. The same eyes that had pressed my forehead to his in the Dark Room while my back was bleeding. The same hands that had given me my brother's key, like it was the last thing he would ever do.Then I stood there with my arms crossed and let Julian pull me away.I didn't like him. I was sure of that. I had never been so sure of anything before.I just wanted my body to believe it.This isolation block was very different from the Dark Room.The Dark Room was a punishment with a set end date. There was no message, no clock, and no way to leave this place. The walls were older, thicker, built by men who never planned to let anything inside come back out. No carvings. No names. The boys who came here just disappeared.Julian
Content Warning: This chapter contains themes with institutional abuse, psychological manipulation, and implied violence. Reader discretion advised.The dormitory lights clicked off at eleven and I lay in the dark counting every breath like it might be the last one that still belonged to me.The key was warm in my palm. I kept running my thumb across the letters scratched into the metal and trying to decide what they meant now. T-O-B-Y. Either the most real thing in this place or the most carefully constructed lie I had ever been handed.I still did not know which one.That was the thing Viktor had done to me that Julian's fists never could. He had made me uncertain. About him. About the key. About my own chest and what it did every time I thought about the dark room and his mouth and the way he pressed that key into my hand like it cost him something.At two-thirty I made my choice.Not because I trusted him. Because staying meant my father won. And I had decided somewhere between th
The guards burst in from the east side corridor before Viktor could even finish the sentence.He had pressed the knife into my hand himself and told me exactly where to cut. His forearm. Deep enough to bleed but not deep enough to harm. Then he stepped back, held the wound up, and waited for the door to open.I did what he instructed. I pulled the blade across his skin with my own hand, and I still did not know if that made me his weapon or his way out.The moment the flashlights hit us, Viktor was already on his feet. He smeared the fresh blood across his forearm and pointed at me before any guard could form a single question."402 attacked me when I came to check on him. He got hold of a knife. Take him to the Pit at first light. Double punishment. No food for five days."Not one crack. Not one breath out of place.A guard looked at the blood. Looked at me. Then looked back at Viktor.They grabbed me by both arms and that was it.The last thing I saw before the door slammed was Vikt
The dark felt like it was pressing down on my chest.Not just darkness. Weight. Like the ceiling was slowly falling and no one would hear it crack.I sat on the wet stone floor with my back against the cold wall. My palm was flat against Toby's carved name. T-O-B-Y. My fingers kept moving across the letters slowly, as if touching them long enough might tell me something the stone couldn't.The paper note Viktor wrote was still crushed in my other fist. Just two words that hit. "Trust me."Those two words were the only warm thing keeping me together in this world right now.Then I heard footsteps.Slow but deliberate. Not the usual heavy boot-drag of the guards. My heart jumped hard once, then went quiet, the way it does when your body knows danger before your brain does.The lock clicked.The door opened slightly, just enough for a shadow to slip through it and shut back. Darkness followed immediately.But I knew the smell instantly. Gun oil, sweat, and something underneath both of th
My lips were still burning from the moment we had stolen while the camera was off.That moment was everything. It felt like a dream. Just minutes ago, Viktor had held me like I was everything, but he simply allowed Julian to take me away without fighting back.I followed him silently and obeyed every command. The following morning, the sky wasn't bright. The pit was waiting for me, already filled with thick, stinking mud. There were twenty boys who stood shivering in their jumpsuits. The wound caused by Viktor's strap on my back felt like fire. With every step I took, my clothes rubbed against the wound, making the raw skin pull with every step.Julian jumped down from where he was sitting. His boots sank into the mud before me. Viktor stayed there on the platform just above us, stone-faced, his arms crossed."402!" Julian shouted, moving toward me.The other boys moved away quickly. I stepped forward to the centre. The mud sucked in my boots and tried to pull me in."Instructor Vikto
"Leo! I need you to scream like I'm hitting you real hard."Viktor whispered in my ear while the strap whistled through the air.Crack!The leather strap landed on the back of the bolted chair instead of my back. I screamed like I was in pain, raw and real, because I was already in pain; this made it very easy. The camera in the corner blinked in acknowledgement. Someone was there watching. Maybe my father or even the Headmaster.Viktor leaned in, body blocking the camera lens just enough. His thumb brushed my lip exactly like in the car. "It's better if you play your part well. If they sense I'm too soft on you, they'll send someone worse."Something in the way he said it made me think this wasn't just about the Forge. The way his jaw stayed tight. The way his eyes kept staring at that door. Like he was scared of someone else entirely. Someone who had already been in this room tonight and left his shadow behind.Viktor raised the strap again for the camera, and now it was my turn to







