Binky had been sitting in the kitchen, waiting for Duke to finish breakfast when all of a sudden he felt a tug on the back of his shirt, pulling him out of his chair. He stopped the connection to his brother, he didnât want him to go through whatever he was about to be put through. Mother loved to try and push them to their limits and see just how far she could go before they broke. Sometimes she would keep going just to see what would happen.Â
Soon he found himself in the downstairs laboratory. Really it was just a basement that had a bunch of sciency stuff in it. The upstairs of their house had been made into the same thing. Sheâd made two just to work on both the boys at the same time. Usually the downstairs lab was just for Binky, and the upstairs was for Duke. But on the occasion that she works on both of them simultaneously, she put them both upstairs because it was bigger. Â Although both of them was just as terrible.Â
Binky knew it was better not to resist the restraints that she put on him, seeing as he hadnât found a way to escape them yet in all of these years. âSweety, thank you for being such a good boy.â She signed and then patted his face. He spit at her, even though he knew it would only make her angry. But he refused to allow her to believe that he actually enjoyed this, or worse, that he actually liked her somehow. âThis is all for your own good, so you better behave now.â She told him with a sickly sweet grin, right before she hit him in the head with her clipboard.Â
He was actually quite surprised that she learned sign language. Although she had tried for years to restore his hearing, but nothing had worked. She had just done a simple learning spell on herself to help her but still. It could almost be seen as a nice gesture, if she didnât try to hold it above Binkyâs head to make it seem like she actually cared about him. All the time, even know she tried to make him do stuff for her âin returnâ for her learning sign language âfor himâ. It never worked though.Â
âNow Binks,â She started but was quickly interrupted.Â
âI never said you could call me that.â He said almost a growl. But she just looked at him from the corner of her eye before returning to looking at her clipboard. The comment didnât matter to her and he knew that she would continue to call him whatever she wanted.Â
âNow Binks, howâs school?â She asked even though he knew she didnât really care. It was all just part of her âcontrol questionsâ that she asked every single time.Â
âItâs fine.â He told her, even though it wasnât fine. Many of his teachers had told him that if he didnât do better than he wouldnât be able to graduate. But his grades didnât matter to him all that much since he was never even sure if heâd be able to go back to school the next year. Whether his mother would just force him to stay home so she could do experiments, or she would finally just go to far.Â
âOh really? So then youâre getting good grades, participating-â But Binky cut her off before she could continue. He knew all of her questions and just wanted to get through them.Â
âPlease donât make small talk with me. It doesnât make it any better.â She just looked down at him and wrote something down before she continued with her questions.
âAlright then Binks, have you maintained synchrony with Marmaduke?â She asked and awaited his response even though he already knew the answer. She was always watching them, watching their every move. She would video tape them while they slept so she knew all their sleep patterns and if they tried to leave the house while she was asleep. She knew everything so he always found these questions pointless.Â
âYes but you already know that.â He said leaning forward a little bit before plopping back down. Binky hated being restrained, he just wanted to get it all done and over with already.Â
âHave you been dieting and exercising like youâre supposed to?âÂ
âOf course.â He said rolling his eyes. Neither was true, seeing as he doesnât exercise and doesnât diet. He eats whatever he gets his hands on. Mainly because he refuses to eat anything she gives him, and he doesnât have money to provide food for himself. So during the summer he mainly just goes hungry except when his brother makes the food, or if his friends offer him some.Â
âIf you keep lying to me there will be severe consequences.â She warned him, he went to open his mouth to respond but she cut him off. âIt doesnât matter anyway,  Iâm upgrading you and your brothers tolerance to pain. But itâs going to be in a way that doesnât exactly involve science.â  He didnât know what she meant until she started. âCrucio!â She said, tapping her wand to his forehead. He coiled in, but the restraints stopped him from moving very far. He knew that he had to warn Duke, but it would have to wait until he wasnât in pain anymore, which might be a while. âThis is hurting me much more than itâs you sweaty. But donât worry, Mommy will make the pain go away soon.â She cooed almost affectionately.Â
âYouâre not my mommy.â Binky said with the last bit of strength he had. Â
âAnd that is where youâre oh so wrong. But itâs alright because I love you anyway.â You could almost believe her. And a few years ago he actually might of. But then she tapped his head again. âCrucio!â And he knew that the only one who loved him was his brother.