[Tom's Point Of View]

"Hnnngh fuuuck...." I let out a soft groan, rubbing the front of my forehead with my index and middle finger. I hadn't gotten much sleep last night, not with Tord and all.

Tord's scent of cigarettes and cinnamon lingered on me, causing me to shudder. The thought of the sadistic bastard being my so-called "leader" sickened me. Looking at my nightstand I saw the glistening numbers of '5:30'. I couldn't help but let out a sigh of gratitude appreciating the blessing I had time to take a shower. Getting up, I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the water. While I waited for the water to warm up enough, I stripped off my hospital gown and threw it lazily into the hamper.

Stepping into the shower, I reached my hands up to run my fingers through my hair when I realised I was still wearing the robotic glasses. Surprisingly, the glasses were waterproofed and to my disappointment, sealed to my face. Letting out a scoff of annoyance, I tried my best to ignore the dorky glasses and did my best washing up.

Rinsing myself up, I peeked my head out to search the bathroom for any towels. Recalling Tord's words, I looked under the cabinet to find not only a new set of clothing but some fluffy navy blue towels. Ignoring the clothes, I pushed past grabbing the towels and dried myself off.

After drying off, I frantically searched the room for other clothing. I'd be damned if I'd wear ANYTHING that stupid commie has for me. After tearing through the whole room, I let out a loud groan of protest seeing there was nothing but underwear. Grumbling furiously, I grabbed a pair of boxers and stormed into the bathroom once more.

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'God. Is. Dead.'

Those words etched into my mind, as I was burning with embarrassment and seething hate for Tord. I had no luck finding some other attire, so now I'm stuck with this stupid outfit that stupid Commie picked for me. I clenched my jaw, feeling my fist tighten my nails digging into my palm. I glanced around the base, feeling suspicious eyes follow my movement. I glance over my shoulder biting my lip, and to my relief, no one was following me. Seeing a grand door, I assume it's either the door to Heaven or Hell.

I'm betting Hell.

To my disappointment and amusement - I was correct. There Tord was, sitting with a smug look on his face. "Well, well, I wasn't expecting you'd actually come this early... Miss me that much?~" He teased, pursing his lips in a kissy face.

I forced myself to swallow the vomit that was rising up in my stomach, as I shuddered in disgust. "Cut the cute talk Tord-" Before I could finish, Tord cut me off, looking flattered. "Oh, so you think I'm cute? Aww~ Thanks, Tommy~"

Quickly realising what I had said, I curled my lip up in disgust and scoff. "Dammit Tord, that's not what I meant and you know it!" Blushing furiously, gripping the seams of my pants. Tord only chuckled, winking at me with his devilish grin. "Do I? Do I really?~"

I felt a shiver in my body, butterflies in my stomach. The way Tord looked at me.... It made me feel, well, weird? I held my breath before gulping. "Bloody hell Commie... Let's just get to business, okay?" I hissed, averting my eyes from him. Tord must've sensed how I felt because the side of his mouth curled up into a smirk.

Stepping towards me, he grabbed my tie pulling me in close. "Of course... kjæledyret mitt~(my pet)" he cooed into my ear, making me grip onto his waist in response

Both of us quickly jumped, taking a step back from what had just happened. Tord hesitated for a moment, before continuing. "Uhm... As you already know, you now work for me... But, I do not want you out on the battlefield - unless I give you DIRECT instructions to do so, ja?"

I paused for a moment, narrowing my eyes. Tord briefly looked at me, before continuing. "In the meantime, you will be my... hm, secretary or a personal bodyguard, yes... I want you to organise all my plans and schedule - I also want you close to me, wouldn't want you to run off, eh?" While he had been speaking, he had taken steps to his desk, shuffling through all the unsorted files.

'Great. I'm Tord's fucking maid now goddammit.'

I thought to myself in annoyance. I pursed my lips, glaring at Tord. Looking back at me, he signalled for me to come over. Rolling my eyes, I stomped over and looked over his shoulder.

His desk was a complete disaster. There were papers and document scattered everywhere, crumples of paper carelessly left of the floor. Some folder had been torn in half, as coffee stains were on some of the documents.

"Bloody hell Commie, didn't your mother raise your better-?"

I felt a burning sting on the side of my face, as I jolted my head up. Tord hid his pain underneath his rage. "Mother...? Bah. I don't have one... I don't need one." He narrowed his eye, pursing his lips as he continued. "Pau and Pat raised me as best as they could... You'd do well to remember that." Tord snorted, turning away. "I'll leave you now - to fix up this... mess of mine." Tord sneered, turning away. The moment Tord left the room I left out a scream of annoyance.

"DUMB FUCKING... UGH, NORWEGIAN COMMIE BASTARD!"

Breathing heavily, I grumbled under my breath. I heard the click of the lock, indicating that I wasn't leaving that room until everything was neat and spotless. Grunting, I swung my right leg behind my left, spinning me around performing a clean about phase.

'Guess I have no choice...'

I thought to myself, sorting through the files. I assumed it would be a long while until I was permitted to leave Tord's office...