I was asked for a story about Jonathan following the Mystery Woman and this is what happened. Please read warnings.

Warning: Child abuse, vomit, torture, psychological torture, Sebastian Black was a horrible person.

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Letting out a shaky breath Cameron reached up to wipe the sweat away from his forehead. Or was he reaching down? Did it count as reaching up if he was… No, it was better if he didn't focus on that.

He let his eyes close hoping that not being able to see anything meant that he would be able to forget what was going on. It was a Hail Mary that he tried every single time though he knew that there was nothing to help him at that point.

Still, he had lasted longer than he had ever lasted before. Right? Everything was starting to run together and he couldn't be really sure of anything at that point. Well, outside of the fact that he felt as if he was going to be sick.

He couldn't let himself get lost in the feeling though. He had more important things to focus on. What was he trying to focus on again? There was something right? It was important. He knew it was. He just had to remember.

Biting down on his lower lip to stop from whimpering as he felt himself sway precariously. He was fine. Everything was fine. There was nothing to worry about at the moment. Outside of the fact that… No. No, there was something that he was supposed to be worried about. What was it he was worried about?

How he hated when he was like this. He felt as if he couldn't breathe. It was as if everything was suspended in time and the more he tried to fight it the deeper it pulled him in. He just had to focus on what his father had told him.

With each moment that passed though he found himself losing what little thought process he had. It took longer and longer for him to remember the orders that he had been given. How long had passed since he had been… How long?

Honestly, he didn't even know anymore. He wasn't even sure he wanted to know. Everything somehow felt both too real and completely fake. It would take more thought than he was capable at the moment to figure out how long had passed.

Why was he doing this again? He hadn't done anything that warranted a punishment. Right? No, he had been following everything that Sebastian had said perfectly. It was Johnny that had been… Oh.

The days activities suddenly came back to Cameron. They had been taking apart everything from a performance and Jonathan had decided that he wanted to start joking around since no one else was around.

At first Cam had been smiling and laughing at his brother's antics. Johnny was the serious twin so it was always nice to see him act his age. The easiest way to make Cameron feel better was to see his brother acting insane.

That was until his took a wrong step and hit a light stand causing it to fall over and crash. It was just an accident, but they both wanted to hurry and clean it up before their father came and found the mess. They were already too late though.

Before they could even move to start cleaning it up Sebastian was walking onto the stage with that look on his face. Cameron had no idea how to explain the look, but it never failed to make him want to run and hide.

He could remember being terrified of what his father was going to do and looking over at his twin for some comfort. Only he couldn't find any. It always took him by surprise that out of everything the one thing Jonathan was truly afraid of was their father.

Every part of him wanted to just leave the situation alone and keep himself safe. He couldn't do that though. Not when his brother looked as if he was about to burst into tears. He had to try to keep him safe.

Before Sebastian could even question what had happened he was lying and saying that he had tripped. He said every apology that came to mind to try to placate the man, but he knew that he was just putting off the inevitable.

Despite the fact that he never raised a hand to hit either of them Cameron found himself flinching as the older man started towards him. With every step he took his apologizes just got louder and more frantic.

Then a hand rested on his shoulder causing him to fall silent. A part of him hoped that Sebastian would say something to tell him just how mad he was about everything but he simply held onto tightly to his shoulder and directed him towards the backroom while Jonathan followed.

It shouldn't have been as terrifying as it was. The same thing happened every single time their father got upset with them. He never raised his voice or lashed out at them physically. He was always so calm about their punishments. They got punished more than often too.

Something that was unsurprising when one realized that Sebastian Black was involved. The man was not the nicest person to be around. Especially when it came to his sons learning a new trick. Actually, might be fairer to say perfecting a new trick. Nothing good ever happened if he or Jonathan took too long to get a trick down.

There was a small part of him that almost understood where their father was coming from. Being a magician wasn't an easy career. It was something that took a lot of time and practice. They both needed to be on top of their game.

Sebastian wanted them to be able to do everything that he said as soon as he said it because if they didn't than they could easily lose the fans that they had. It was something that everyone in the business did.

The fact that neither of them had wanted to be magicians was besides the point. As long as they lived under his roof than they were going to have to do what he said. Who knows when they were going to be out of his grasp… If they were going to be out of his grasp.

A voice in the back of his mind told him how unlikely it was that he and his brother would ever not be around their father. He needed them. It was as simple as that. As much as he wished that it was because the man loved them he knew that he was just being childish.

So everyday they were given a newer and harder trick that they had to perfect. It didn't matter if Sebastian couldn't even tell them how the trick was done they had to figure it out one way or another. It was lucky they had so many books about magic laying around.

Normally it did only take them a day to figure out at least the very basics of a trick so they could perform it. If they could do it at least once than they were good. If they failed though… Then their father had to punish them.

Something that he was very good at. He might not strike them, but he was creative. Somehow that was worse. How he thought it was a good idea to use his son's fears against them Cameron would never understand, but he did.

Which brought him to where he was now. Handcuffs around his wrists, legs tied up with chain, and hanging upside down from the ceiling with no safety net below him if anything was to go wrong with the equipment.

Cameron forced himself to swallow back the vile that was threatening to escape as he was hit with that feeling once more. It might have only happened once, but he was never going to forget the feeling of falling because a line snapped.

He had tried so hard to keep his fear from his father. He didn't make a noise when the nightmares tried to overtake him. He didn't let the whimpers fall from his lips whenever he saw the chains.

For awhile he had thought that it was fine. It wasn't as if there were a lot of tricks that had him suspended in the air. He could easily avoid them without anyone knowing what was going on. Unless he was ordered to do the trick.

He had barely even had a pair of cuffs on before he was bent over throwing up. To say Sebastian had not been pleased would have been an understatement. He did not like having to redo tricks for shows.

After that it was history. Sebastian knew his fears and he wasn't afraid to use them as a punishment like he did with Jonathan. Still, a part of him thought of himself as lucky. His brother had it so much worse.

Compared to the punishments that Jonathan got hanging upside down was nothing. He had to learn to get over his fear anyway. It was part of being a magician. No one wanted to watch a guy on stage have a panic attack and throw up all over himself.

Jonathan's didn't help him grow at a performer at all. They were much more… No, there was no way around it. They were pretty much just plain torture to his twin. Why their father thought it was a good idea to lock him in a room with nothing but old radio reports for noise was beyond him.

The first time it happened neither of them had thought much about it. It didn't sound like something that would be all that bad. Johnny just had to sit in a room with some noise playing. Then another player came in and another and another.

Jonathan did not to do well when he couldn't understand everything that was going on. He could barely hold a conversation while the tv was on because his attention was split between the two things too much.

Having five to ten recordings playing at once was just too much for him. After a few minutes he was pounding on the door begging to be let out of the room. A few more minutes and he was close to bashing his head into the nearest hard object.

All it took was half an hour in a locked room with the records playing and his brother was done. It was as if he lost all of his will to think for himself. He would follow every order without so much as a blink of an eye.

Cameron was always terrified for his twin when that happened. Jonathan was a fighter through and through. He never did or said anything without the thought that it might cause some kind of issue. He loved arguments. Except right after he got out of that room.

Seeing Jonathan completely emotionless and willing to do anything he was told was just wrong. It took days to get him back to himself. To get him to actually talk like he normally would and not just stand there like a statue waiting for a new order.

Right after he was back to himself though Jonathan did something else to set their father off and they were back to square one. That was unless Cameron did something that turned the man's anger towards him.

Which was why he had taken the blame for his brother breaking a light. He knew that after everything he would be fine. It might take him a few hours and he would have some nightmares, but he would be fine. Johnny wouldn't.

Yes, he was the younger of them, but it was his job to protect his brother just as much as it was his brother's job to protect him. That was just the way things went. As long as it was within his power he wasn't going to let his brother go through that.

So there he was hanging upside down trying his best not to let the panic consume him. Which was, surprisingly, exactly what Sebastian wanted him to do. He knew that as soon as he gave into the nausea he would be lowered to the floor and left tied up in a pile of his own sickness for the rest of the night. He just had to make sure that didn't happen. Sebastian would get bored soon. Right?

Taking short breaths through his nose Cameron felt tears prickling at his eyes. He didn't know how much longer he could last without giving into the fear. He was going to fall. He knew that he was going to fall.

Feeling a lump in his throat he tried to swallow past it, but he couldn't. A wave of panic crashed over him causing him to squirm. The movement was small but it was enough to cause the chain to start to sway.

Suddenly it was all too much for him. He tried his best to tilt his head to the side so it didn't get on him but it didn't help. He could feel the sickness running over his face into his nose and eyes causing him to gag harder. He felt as if he couldn't breathe as he fought his bonds trying to get free.

A broken sob fell form his lips when he felt himself hit something wet but solid and knew he had finally been lowered. Rolling to his side he continued coughing and gagging as he attempted to breathe.

A scoff came from above him as he rolled over his face landing on the wet floor under him. Below him his wrists laid awkwardly under his chest pressing tightly making it all the harder to breathe.

"An hour," Sebastian stated dismissively kneeling just out of the puddle, "You were upside down for an hour, Cameron. Do you not see how pathetic that is? You are a magician. You should have gotten over this fear by now. You can't be afraid of something like this."

Sebastian's words were just so calm that Cameron couldn't stop from sobbing all the harder at the idea that he was letting the man down. He knew it was wrong on so many levels, but he hated whenever he failed his father.

Jonathan was the opposite of him. Every chance he got he was saying how much he hated the life that they lead and how much he hated Sebastian. He had even started not calling the man 'father'. At least behind his back.

Not that Cameron blamed him. He hated the man himself, but he still had this need to please him. The only thing that stopped it from taking over him was watching Sebastian hurt his twin. He could never forgive him for what he did to Johnny.

It wasn't something they talked about often, but they sometimes made plan to get away from him. They thought of the names they'd use so he couldn't find them and the careers they wanted to pursue. He loved those conversations.

There were days when those conversations were all that kept him sane. Especially when Jonathan decided he wanted to fight back against the man. It felt as if he didn't realize they couldn't just walk away from him. They were kids. They needed more time.

So he did everything in his power to keep his brother safe. He lied and let himself get punished for things he didn't do. He attempted to do everything that Sebastian said in hopes he'd focus only on him instead of Jonathan. He tried so hard.

With that thought in mind he forced himself to take a shaky breath trying to push back the tears as best he could. Right now he needed to be strong for his brother so he didn't do something stupid and get in trouble himself.

"No magician worth his salt is afraid of heights, Cameron," Sebastian sneered climbing to his feet fast enough that Cam flinched, "You have to get over this fear of yours if you're ever going to be good. There's no point in having you, either of you, around if you're not good enough.."

Biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to bleed Cam laid there in silence listening to heavy boots fall further and further away from him. It wasn't until he heard the door slam that he let out another breathe.

"Cam?" Jonathan questioned shakily sounding so far away from him.

"I'm okay," he tried knowing that his brother wouldn't believe him.

A sigh came from Johnny before hands were pulling him up slowly and turning him over so he could see his brother's face. Silent tears of his own slid down his face making Cameron want to apologize for hurting him.

Instead of speaking though he let his twin take on his weight as he began to wipe the vomit from off his face holding him closely all while ignoring the fact that he was getting covered in the sickness as well.

"I'm sorry," Jonathan offered after a moment.

"I'll be okay," Cameron tried once more feeling a bit more like himself.

"Cam… You should have just let me get in trouble. It was my fault anyway."

"Johnny, it's not that bad really. Not as bad as yours at least. Anyway, I do have to get over this fear at some point in time."

Jonathan fell quiet at that though Cameron knew that his brother had a lot more to say. He couldn't help but feel happy that the conversation was over. He was tired and all he wanted to do was take a shower and fall asleep.

"Cam?" Jonathan asked softly his hand carding through his damp, sticky hair.

"Yeah?"" he replied curling into the warmth.

"Do you… Did you ever decide what you wanted to be? You know, when we get out?"

"I think I'd like to be a teacher. What about you? Still want to build things?"

"Yeah, maybe I could even build a school for you."