This chapter is a little shorter than the last but I thought it an appropriate place to stop… thank you to xXPrettyDisturbedXx and fairedust for the reviews! Hope you guys like this next chapter.

Disclaimer – I don't own Terminator (sorry I keep forgetting to put it in…)

John dreaded the coming of breakfast. He'd been returned to his cell after dinner to find a singlet bed with an invitingly comfortable mattress and warm quilt pushed against one wall. He stared at it as his collar and leash were fastened back to the wall and he was left in the complete darkness. But despite the comforts given to him, not once during the night did he sleep. No amount of fatigue or comfort could overpower the fear and dread that boiled in his stomach. When Wayne and Kes unlocked his door in the morning, he shied away from the light, pulling the blanket up over his head.

Once again, it was Kes who parted the links on the chain, separating a section of the chain that led to his collar from the rest of the chain which was left hanging from its bracket. He pulled John to his feet and forced him along behind him. This time John struggled against the steel around his throat. He lifted his hands to the collar and tugged fiercely at it, digging his heels against the cement. But no amount of tugging could open the collar and Kes simply pulled him forward more roughly. John stumbled and as he past the door, he grabbed onto the doorway. He held fast, not willing to go anywhere. But Wayne pried his fingers away from the door jamb and gave him a shove in the back.

John didn't stop struggling as he was pulled the short distance down the corridor. He could feel the steel biting into his neck but didn't care; all he wanted was to be free of the damn thing.

The door to the dining hall was opened and John was pulled inside. He once again reached for something to hold onto but Wayne knocked his hands away with a chuckle. Kes once again locked the leash to the D ring under the table and John immediately moved to tug at it.

"Don't touch it kid," that patient voice said.

John glanced around, all the fear, anger, and exhaustion from the past couple of days suddenly overwhelming him. Sarkissian was here already. John shuddered as the realisation hit home.

Sarkissian walked around the table this time until he stood in front of John. He peered into the boy's face, noting the fear in his dark eyes and the stubborn set of his jaw. He smiled.

"Just to warn you, once the device has been activated it cannot be deactivated," Sarkissian said.

John swallowed and tried to hide his emotions, not looking away from the man who towered over him.

"Let the fun begin then," he said softly.

He pulled out a small black box about the size of a rubrics cube that only had one button on it. Sarkissian watched John's eyes stare at the box and slowly he pressed down on the button. It flashed red once then John seemed to shudder.

To John it felt as though a small electrical current had passed its way up his spine and he shuddered. His limbs and internal organ felt a sudden tingle then the moment past and it was as though nothing had happened. Confused, John looked to Sarkissian.

"This device will only come into effect whenever you disobey me so I advise you to do as you're told," Sarkissian said. He turned away from John and walked back to his seat. As he sat and watched John as the boy stared at him. He hadn't moved.

"I will give you something simple to start with – just until you learn the consequences of disobedience."

Sarkissian glanced at the chair John had just pulled out to sit on and smiled.

"You are never to use any form of furniture ever again, unless I allow it," he stated.

John heard the man speak and once again felt that strange tingle run through his body. He shuddered and dropped into the seat. Instantly, like a flipped switch, burning pain exploded in his mind and his stomach clenched. John grabbed his head in his hands and screamed in pain. Suddenly bile rose in his throat and he lurched to the side, falling off the chair as his stomach emptied its contents onto the floor. He screwed his eyes shut as the pain engulfed him.

And then, all of a sudden, it was gone. As quickly as it had come, it had disappeared, leaving behind only a bitter memory that John shied away from. Slowly, John lifted himself from the floor and turned to stare at Sarkissian.

"What…?" he tried to put his confusing thoughts into words but nothing worked.

Sarkissian just grinned and motioned to someone behind him. Wayne stepped out of the shadows, a perverse grin on his face. He was watching John as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened.

Sarkissian whispered something in Wayne's ear. The man nodded eagerly and walked out of the room. John stared at the ground, lost in his thoughts.

"Eat something kid,' Sarkissian demanded.

John looked up and noticed Sarkissian digging into a bowl of porridge. Slowly he stepped forward and piled up his plate with fresh fruit. His stomach still ached from throwing up but he forced himself to fill his plate. When he was done, he glanced hesitantly at the chair but decided against it. He wanted to keep his breakfast down long enough for it to digest.

He walked as far away from the table as the leash would allow before sitting down on the ground. He kept his eyes on his plate as he ate, knowing that Sarkissian was watching him. They ate in silence, Sarkissian watching John while John stared at his plate.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Sarkissian glanced away from the boy. He stood, drawing John's attention. He glanced at the door then back to the man. Sarkissian turned to John with a smile.

"Come on kid. I have a little gift for you," he said.

Well there you go! Please review and let me know what you think… thank you!