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Traitor	By : MyouTakara Category: Zelda > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Thirteen

And this is another of those chapters with scenes a long-time coming, as can be told by how old the picture is that goes with this one. Look for "Collar Designs" on Kurotorasempai's deviantArt page. And, as always, she is lovely for betaing! ^_^

Vio froze, pulling off of Shadow's erection and turning to stare in horror. What Sheik must think of him! Naked, on his knees, with his mouth full of cock, Shadow's mark of ownership burned into his back, and his red-spanked ass sticking out and ready for a good, hard fucking. He must look every bit the slut Shadow said he was.

"Shadow Link!" A blink and Sheik had regained his composure, standing tall and strong and unafraid, a posture Vio barely remembered being able to convey. Sheik kept his eyes on Shadow's face, his expression hard. "I demand you release Vio at once!"

Shadow laughed. "And why, pray tell, would I do that? He's mine, no one else will have him now." He glanced down at Vio and snapped his fingers. "You're not finished yet, get back to work!" He seized Vio's hair and forced his head back down, thrusting his cock into Vio's open mouth with a groan.

"I'm warning you!" Sheik barked, but he couldn't help looking. Link, on his knees, sucking cock (and apparently doing a very good job of it). If only the hat were green. . .Oy! This is not the time to think with your dick! (Funny how his conscience occasionally sounded like Belial. The man himself had absolutely no shame.) But what was that on Vio's back?. . .Sheik's eyes narrowed.

"Do I look like I care?...Hmm..More tongue, Vio." He shoved his pet's face down and Vio choked, but he seemed to get the message, because a moment later he felt that delicious tongue working him. Wetness dripped onto his thighs and Shadow smirked. Vio was crying. Beautiful.

Sheik took what he saw as a moment of distraction and rushed the throne, drawing his sword on the way.

He only made it a few feet before vine-like shadows whipped up and around him, grabbing hold of his body and restraining him. Snarling with rage, Sheik struggled valiantly in their grasp. He attempted to exert his own control over them again, and force them to release him. They only gripped harder.

Shadow laughed. "Foolish Sheikah! This is MY domain! The shadows obey only me here!"

"Shadow! Stop it, please! Let him go!" Vio had pulled back to plead with him. Shadow backhanded him without taking his eyes from Sheik as the shadows consumed him completely, and he disappeared.

A snap of his fingers returned the chain of Vio's collar to his hands, and he gave it a sharp yank, tugging Vio up and choking him, making him gag and cough. He tangled his fingers in Vio's hair and held him as he pumped his cock with fast and erratic strokes. He groaned and doubled over, his cum shooting out to coat Vio's face and neck. He chuckled, dragging a finger through the sticky substance, mixed with Vio's tears. "Mine."

Vio didn't stop crying as Shadow pulled him from the hall, leading him by the chain attached to his collar through a maze of hallways. He didn't even slow when Vio fell, forcing him to crawl on his knees or be dragged along. They were entering a part of the castle Vio hadn't been to in weeks, the halls that led to the dungeons.

"Please Master Shadow," Vio begged on his knees, head bowed submissively. "Please, let him go, Green will be worried. He loves him, like you love me. Wouldn't you-" Shadow kicked him, and Vio broke off with a yelp, falling to the floor and curling up, trying to ease the ache in his ribs.

"That's quite enough out of you!" Shadow spat. He snapped his fingers, calling a hard purple ball gag to his hands. He shoved the ball into Vio's open mouth, binding the strap tightly behind his head. Vio whined and cried, but could do no more than that.

Shadow slammed open the dungeon door, giving Vio's chain a savage yank. Vio half-crawled, half-tumbled down the stairs behind him. As they descended, the crack of a whip hitting flesh rang out. Again and again as they made their way down the torch-lined halls they heard the sound, but no voice cried out. They passed the cell where Vio had first been kept. The shackles still hung on the wall, and if Vio looked, he'd see the pool of blood and semen that had poured from between his legs the first time Shadow took him. They passed the pit room, the dripping water as foul-smelling as ever. Farther down they passed the cells linked by the supposed "escape tunnel."

They entered a door Vio was certain hadn't existed before, and the sound of the whip grew louder still. Vio lifted his head, and screamed behind his gag, quickly shutting his eyes to the sight he beheld. He couldn't watch.

Two Hinox stood on either side of and just behind Sheik, studded whips in hand. They alternated blows, striking his back and thighs. His body jerked, but his lips remained sealed. He would not give them the satisfaction of his screams.

Vio struggled, as though he would escape Shadow and run to the bars, force the door open and rescue him, but a sharp upwards jerk cut off his air and stopped him cold. Instead, Shadow strolled forward, stopping about five feet from the bars. He snapped his fingers and his comfortable, cushioned throne appeared behind him. He sat with a sigh, watching Sheik with an odd sort of smile.

"Idiot Sheikah. You should have known better than to try to take what is mine." He yanked on the chain until Vio knelt in front of him, then lifted his feet and rested them on Vio's back. Vio almost buckled under the sudden weight, his tears falling to the dungeon floor.

Sheik said nothing, and Vio's tears fell faster. He was nothing, a dog, a pet, worthless. . . less than that. He couldn't eventry to help his friend, he couldn't, he couldn't. . .

The whip cracked again. Sheik's death glare didn't waiver.

"And as you can see, you've wasted your time. He obeys me without question, don't you, my pet?" Shadow dug the heel of his boot into the small of Vio's back until he nodded, body trembling. Whether it was from fear, his crying, weakness, or exhaustion, it was hard to say. Probably all of the above.

The weight on his back vanished and Shadow pulled Vio up, sitting him on his lap facing Sheik and kissing his cheek. Vio tried to look away and Shadow grabbed his chin, forcing him to watch. Sheik's ever-present cowl and turban had been removed, leaving his face bare. Vio felt his cheeks flame. Of the four of them, only Green had ever seen Sheik's face. Right then, his expression was hard as stone. He looked nothing like the sobbing mess Vio was and had been in his position, chained with his hands bound above his head, a second chain securing his feet to the floor. He even wore a thick metal collar, much like Vio had when he'd been locked in the dungeon. His chains attached to it, preventing him from fully straightening his arms or legs, forcing him to keep his limbs flexed or risk choking.

The whip struck across his back and blood droplets flew, but still Sheik made no indication of pain. Vio made more noise than him, squirming and whimpering a plea.

Shadow considered him a moment, shifting in his chair. The capture and punishment of a Sheikah, this naked, pleading Vio, gagged and yet begging him...begging for what? His cock? Vio was always begging for his cock. Just looking at his pretty face. . . Oh. . .Shadow smiled, a terrifying smile. He leaned in close, breath brushing past Vio's cheek. "You want me to stop it? Hm?" Vio nodded frantically, tugging at his bound arms.

"Then ride me." Shadow murmured. "Ride me until I cum. When I cum, I'll stop it. Deal?"

What else could Vio do? He nodded quickly. Satisfied, Shadow sat back in the chair, legs splayed. He snapped his fingers, freeing Vio's wrists from behind his back. "Then get to it."

Sheik finally spoke. "Don't do it, Vio." The next whip strike silenced him, and Vio shook his head. He had to.

Vio took a shaky breath, but the next crack of the whip propelled him into motion. He lifted Shadow's tunic, baring his already-hard erection. He didn't waste time with lube or preparation. He didn't care if he bled; a little blood from him was nothing compared to ending Sheik's torture. Vio tried to turn, thinking to put his knees on either side of Shadow for better leverage, but Shadow stopped him. "No," He said, voice deadly soft. "Face him. I want you to watch his punishment. After all, it's your fault he's here."

Of course it was. If his friend had to suffer because of him, it was only right that he be forced to watch.

Gripping Shadow's erection in one hand and the armrest in the other, Vio lined himself up and lowered his body down swiftly, taking most of it in one go. He threw his head back and screamed behind the gag, because oh it hurt! Shadow groaned, slapping his thigh sharply. "Move!"

Vio obeyed, lifting himself with shaking arms and legs that struggled the find purchase on the throne, since his legs were too short to reach the floor from that position. His foot slipped and he fell back, causing Shadow to grunt. Shifting, he managed to hook the arches of his feet on the edges of the throne's seat, easing the strain on his arms as he lifted his body and let himself fall to take Shadow in completely.

His feet burned and his arms shook. He tried to hurry up, sweat pouring down his face from the effort. Shadow wasn't helping at all. Vio could almost picture the amused smirk on his face as he watched Vio struggle. He clenched his muscles tight and Shadow gasped. Taking it as a good sign, Vio moved faster. He managed to get his feet flat on the throne's seat, the improved leverage and his blood-slicked passage helping considerably.

Shadow was moaning now, his hips thrusting erratically. He was close, he had to be. Vio's arms gave out and he collapsed back, leaning against Shadow's chest. Vio rolled his hips, squeezing and releasing Shadow rhythmically. He tried to lift his weight with only his legs, and cried out at the pain of it. He felt weak, far too weak. Sheik was calling for him to stop, but Vio couldn't, he just couldn't, because the lashes were falling faster now and Goddesses they'd moved to his chest and he'd have no skin LEFT at this rate-

Shadow grabbed his hips and yanked him close, holding him still while his body spasmed. "VIO! Fuck!" He panted, resting his head on Vio's shoulder. Cumming twice in such a short amount of time was rough, even for him. The whip cracked again and Vio whined, squirming in his grasp. Shadow lifted his head to see what the problem was, grunted and snapped his fingers. The sound of whip-lashes finally ceased.

"Dismissed." He said, and the Hinox lumbered off down the hall. All was quiet for a moment, but for the sound of Vio's ragged breathing and the quiet drip drip of Sheik's blood. Vio squirmed in an attempt to get off his lap and Shadow wrapped an arm around him, keeping him in place. He leaned forward to peer over Vio's shoulder. "Ah, what's this?~ You haven't cum yet. . .you're barely hard." He murmured, a smirk spreading across his face. "How. . .inconsiderate of me. Here. . .let me help you.~"

"Don't touch him, Shadow Link." Sheik growled.

"Bit late for that, isn't it?" Shadow said, amused. He wrapped his fingers around Vio's cock, pumping him. Vio squirmed and clenched his eyes shut, making choked sounds behind the gag. Shadow slapped his thigh again, making him jump. "Now, now, none of that. Open your eyes. Watch your precious Sheik's face as he sees what a little slut you are."

Vio obeyed, looking at Sheik with teary blue eyes while Shadow stroked him to hardness. Shadow's other hand reached around to fondle Vio's sack and he whined, gripping the throne's armrests with trembling hands.

Vio writhed in unwanted pleasure on Shadow's lap. His face felt flushed and his chest heaved, a muffled moan falling from his lips. He felt so hot, he was burning. Shadow knew exactly how to touch him, how to make him want even though Sheik was RIGHT THERE and could see him, see everything, see that he. . .that he wanted it, wanted Shadow to touch him because he couldn't help it he wanted to cum! Goddesses, his friend was bleeding in front of him and he was sore all over, but all he could think about was- was-

His body felt taut as a bowstring ready to snap at any moment. He was trembling, on the very edge, then he was falling . . .

. . .and Shadow removed his hands, restraining Vio's arms with his own. Vio screamed and tried desperately for some sort of friction, but he could get none. He came without Shadow's hands on him, but it was. . .different, somehow, from cumming without touch while Shadow fucked him. Then, there was stimulation, in this. . .in this there was nothing, and his orgasm felt somehow empty and unsatisfying. He was still hard.

Shadow cackled, standing with Vio and pulling out of him. He removed his support from Vio abruptly and he fell in a heap to the floor, tears on his face, cum and blood on his thighs. Shadow stepped over him like he was nothing, coming to stand at the edge of the bars. Sheik was swearing at him now, furious at the treatment of his friend. A snap of Shadow's fingers had a red ball gag in his mouth as well, silencing him.

"Let me make one thing perfectly clear to you, Sheikah. You are not Vio. You mean nothing to me. You can rot down here, for all I care."

After that, Shadow dragged Vio back up the stairs to his room and shoved him against the wall, forming shadow-bonds that held him there by his wrists and ankles. The chain of his collar sprouted down, growing longer and wrapping about his body, criss-crossing down his chest and stomach so very prettily before forcing his thighs apart. Vio whimpered at the strain on his muscles. Shadow only smirked at him, a cold, cruel smirk. He walked away to fish around in his desk a moment before returning, his hands closed to hide their contents. "I have a present for you.~" He murmured.

He revealed a pair of thick rings made of some dark metal, connected by a short chain, with another, longer chain hanging from one of them. He clamped the longer ring tightly around Vio's penis, and the shorter, with the chain attached, to his sack. From the chain Shadow hung three little balls likely made of the same heavy metal. He removed his hand and Vio moaned in pain behind his gag, the weight of the contraption pulling his balls down and stretching the skin attaching them to his body. Any more force and he felt like they'd be ripped right off.

Shadow licked his lips. Vio really was a sight, cum-covered, bound, and helpless. He fucked him twice more like that, leaving him screaming and pleading for mercy from the roughness of it. The rings kept him from cumming, or softening. He stayed hard and aching for hours, until his tip, visible above the ring, turned a pretty shade of purple. Amused by this, Shadow entertained himself by licking and sucking at the tip. Vio hung limp by then, too tired to struggle, though he whimpered and twitched, tugging weakly at his chains.

The next time Shadow glanced over at him, Vio's eyes were closed and his breathing shallow. He'd lost consciousness. Making a pleased sound in the back of his throat, Shadow put down his work and strolled over to the wall, studying Vio for a moment before kneeling in front of him. He removed the little ball weights, carefully undid the clasps, and set the rings aside. Vio moaned in his sleep as circulation returned to his still-hard cock and aching balls. Shadow kissed the underside softly before taking Vio into his mouth, giving gentle licks and sucks until Vio came, shuddering and groaning loudly behind the gag, but failing to wake. Shadow moved to the side, pumping him with his fist and watching Vio's pent-up release spill on the floor.

When Vio was spent Shadow stood and removed the gag, undid his bonds and carried him to the bathroom. He bathed Vio as gently as he'd done in the past, cleaning away the cum and blood, ever-mindful of his doubtlessly-sore genitalia. He wrapped Vio in a fluffy towel and carried him back to the bedroom, dressing him in a short, pretty nightgown. He laid him in his bed and climbed in beside him, pulling the blankets up and tucking them in. Then he wrapped an arm around Vio's waist, pulling his back flush to his chest, and nuzzled his neck lovingly. The words peeking out over the top of the nightgown made him smile.

Property of Shadow Link.

"Mine."

Vio stirred slowly. His mind felt sluggish. He'd had such an awful dream. . .

He shifted and pain shot up his spine, sharply reminding him that no, all of it was very, very real. Sheik had come for him! Sheik was here! Shadow had-

But wait.

Vio paused, sitting half-propped up on the pillows. He chewed on his lip, suddenly doubtful. What if it wasn't Sheik after all? What if it was another trick, and all that. . .all that was for nothing? After all, Green was not Green, so who could say if Sheik was Sheik?

But how could he find out? He had to question him! But. . .a creak. Vio turned. The door had been left ajar. That was odd. . . perhaps Shadow was distracted and forgot to check it? Nevertheless, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth! Vio climbed from the bed, wincing at the pain between his legs, and the burning in the soles of his feet. What would he do, if Sheik was Sheik? He spotted a nearly-empty potion bottle used by the Wizzrobes who tended to him and limped with it to the bathroom, washing it well before filling it with cool, clear water. Sheik would be thirsty.

Making his way to the closet, Vio removed one of Shadow's tunics, shrugging off his nightgown and pulling the tunic over his head. He had to at least make himself decent. . . His face flamed. Decent? Him? What Sheik must think of him, fucking his captor while his friend was being beaten a few feet away. . .if it really was Sheik. Oh how he hoped that it wasn't! He hoped Sheik would never see him like that. . . But he had to be sure.

Vio grabbed the bottle and tucked it into his tunic. He spotted some bread Vaati had left the other day, stale, but still edible. He took that too, hurrying to the door. There were no guards outside. He crept out and down the hall, trying to stay as quiet as possible. He encountered a pair of Hinox pacing at the end of the hall, but as he watched them, he noticed that they walked in a pattern, which at one particular point left them both with their backs turned towards the door leading the stairwell. . .he ran for it, breathing a sigh of relief when he slipped through unnoticed.

Gripping the rail, he inched down the stairs, ever-alert for the sound of any approaching guards, servants, or Shadow himself. He encountered no one. He made his way across a second hall, dodging more guards, until he came to the main hall. It was large and open. . .perhaps there was another way?

He headed down a side hall, hiding whenever the sound of footsteps neared him. Twice he lost himself in the twisting passages, but somehow, finally, he found the door he needed, the one that led to the dungeon. There were guards stationed near it, but they both stood off to one side, bent over a magazine (whose title might have been "Ladies of the Dark" in Dark Realm writing, and which might or might not have had a picture of a leggy Twili on the cover. . . ) and grunting at each other. The door stood open behind them.

Vio slipped past, the guards too engrossed in whatever they were looking at to notice him.

Down, down, down the stairs he went, keeping careful hold of the railing, until he reached the dungeon. The Hinox guard by the lower door stared at him a moment, but opened the door without protesting. Vio strolled inside, trying to appear confident, like he was supposed to be there. He glanced into every cell he passed (since Shadow had a habit of bouncing his prisoners around), but tried not to look too hard at the bloodstains he saw. . .some of which he knew were his own.

Sheik hadn't been moved. He still hung in the same place, arms and legs bound, though he'd somehow tangled his arms with the chain above him, just enough to release the pressure on his neck. His head hung forward, as though he were asleep, or unconscious. His clothing was bloody and torn, slashed by the whip.

The Hinox outside Sheik's cell stared Vio down, their swords, almost as long as Vio's entire body, crossed in front of the door. Vio lifted his chin to glare at them, forcing down every instinct that screamed at him to run.

"Let me through." Though hoarse, his voice remained steady. The Hinox didn't move.

"Well, come on! Master Shadow sent me with food and water for. . .for his prisoner. Or would you rather I tell him you wouldn't let me follow his orders?" Vio snapped, pulling the bottle and bread out to show them. They glanced at each other, nodded, and stepped aside as one. The one on the left pulled out a ring of keys, selecting one and using it to open door, holding it for him.

Vio hurried inside. The door clanged shut.

"Sheik!" He limped over to where he hung, looking up to see the ball gag was still in place. He hurriedly tucked the bread and water back inside his tunic and reached up to untie it, pulling it carefully from his mouth. Sheik coughed and opened his eyes, spitting a mouthful of blood on the floor. The ball had tiny spikes on the underside of it, and had cut his tongue and the inside of his mouth. "Oh, Sheik. . ."

"Water?" Sheik croaked. Vio nodded and pulled out the bottle, holding it to his lips. Sheik drank greedily for a few moments, before pulling back, sadness and regret in his gaze as he took in Vio's state. "Vio, what has he done to you?. . ."

Vio ducked his head, unable to look at him. "Please, don't."

"I'm sorry." Sheik whispered.

Vio jumped and looked at him. "Why are you sorry? This is all my fault. . .wait." Vio took a step back, clutching the bottle to his chest and looking uncertain. "Sheik, I. . .before anything else, I need to know you're really Sheik."

Sheik gave a dry chuckle. "Of course. Always the smart one. The others. . . wouldn't even consider a trap."

Neither did I. Vio thought, licking his lips. "What happened, the first time you met Green?"

Sheik considered this a moment. "The first time I met him, or the first time I met him as myself?"

Vio blinked. "A-as yourself."

Sheik smiled. "I caught him trying to sneak into the gardens to visit Princess Zelda. I jumped off the roof of the audience chamber and tackled him into the fountain built by Queen Zelda the Fifth. I told him her Highness was busy."

Vio smiled. Oh yes, he remembered the day Green came home sopping wet, ranting about "that lunatic Sheikah!" Green. . .he missed him.

"My turn." Sheik said. He seemed to study him, trying to think of a question Shadow wouldn't know the answer to. "How long have we been friends, Vio?" He asked quietly.

Vio's expression turned sad. "We've always been friends, Sheik. The others and I just didn't know it." Sheik gave a slow nod, and Vio came forward again, like he might embrace him, but stopped himself. He broke off a bit of the bread and fed it to Sheik, following with more water to wash it down. "You're hurt pretty badly. I should have brought something to clean your wounds."

"It's nothing. . . You're limping."

"It's. . ." Vio dropped his gaze, turning his attention to the collar around Sheik's neck. Now that he could see it properly, he saw that it had runes etched into the burnished, bloodied surface. He wasn't certain what they did, but he was sure it was nothing good. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Oh, he'll be seeing even more in a moment." Shadow strolled into the cage and seized Vio by the hair, shoving him against the wall. His expression was hard, and he did not look pleased.

"Shadow, I-"

"Shut up!" Shadow backhanded him, sending him crashing to the floor. The bread rolled away and the bottle smashed against the stone, the water mixing with Sheik's blood on the floor.

"Shadow Link!" Sheik snarled, pulling at his chains.

"That goes for you too!" Shadow snapped back, before kneeling next to Vio and lifting his chin. "Oh Vio. . . Vio, Vio, Vio. And here I thought you would see right through a trap like this. Obviously, I overestimated you. Did you really think you would get so far if I didn't let you?" He shook his head and sighed. "I wanted to trust you, Vio, to know that you wouldn't go wandering where you shouldn't when I wasn't looking. But, obviously. . .I can't. So. . .I'll have to punish you."

"Shadow Link, I'm warning you!" Sheik's chains rattled and Shadow rolled his eyes, standing.

"I said shut up." He grabbed the ball gag from the floor and shoved it back into Sheik's mouth, slicing his tongue anew. He snapped his fingers and two Hinox lifted Vio from the floor, holding his shoulders.

Vio tried again. "Please Shadow, I only wanted to bring him water and something to eat. He's my friend, and I know how you are. That's all I was doing, I swear!"

Shadow held up his hand, and Vio fell silent. He turned to face him, kicking the hunk of bread between his boots almost absently while he spoke. "You know how I am, and just wanted to feed him?"

"Yes, Shadow please!" Vio begged.

Shadow nodded sagely. "Hmm. . . I see. Well, then. . .in that case. . .I'll permit you to bring him food and water, every day. Maybe even something to treat those wounds, if I'm in a good mood."

Vio's face lit up, his voice hopeful. "Really?"

Shadow reached out, caressing his face. "Yeah. . .Course. . .there's still the matter of your punishment." He stepped away, and Vio's face filled with fear as Shadow turned from them all, facing the wall. He turned back, and his eyes were cold, his mouth set in a grim line.

"Do it."

The Hinox to his right shifted its grip to hold him steady while the one to his left took hold of his arm, wrenching it forcefully up and back. There was a sickening pop and crack and Vio screamed like he'd never screamed before, the sound echoing through the castle and beyond, causing some to snicker and others to wince, wondering which poor soul had ticked off their master this time. Even Vaati, high above the castle in the midst of his own punishment, found a momentary reprieve when his tormentor stopped and looked around, searching for the source of the noise.

The Hinox let him go. Vio dropped to his knees and nearly blacked out, clutching his left arm with his right and sobbing. His shoulder jutted out from his body at an unnatural angle, painful and already beginning to swell. Sheik roared behind his gag, pulling furiously at his chains until his wounds reopened and bled.

Shadow seized Vio's right upper arm in a tight grip, hauling him to his feet. "Walk!" He snapped, shoving him from the cell. Vio struggled to keep his feet under him while the pain burned hot, Shadow yanking him to his feet every time he stumbled. He pulled him down a hall he'd never been down before, up another set of steps and through a pair of large wooden doors.

Hinox and other Hylian shadows bustled about the room, some managing the contents of fiery ovens or pots large enough to fit Vio himself, others cleaning and cutting unfamiliar vegetables. Along one wall stood a row of sinks, with shadows washing dishes and handing them off for others to dry and put away. Hinox lumbered out of side doors carrying baskets of food, apparently coming from pantries or storerooms. It was the kitchen.

"Chef! To me!" Shadow barked, and all movement abruptly ceased. A large (possibly female?) Hinox (Ladynox?) lumbered forth holding a butchers' knife. She bowed when she'd reached him, and the others in the room followed suit.

"To what do we owe the pleasure, Lord Shadow?" She rumbled. She had seemed confused for a moment when Shadow addressed her in Hylian, but she adapted well.

Shadow kicked the back of Vio's knees and let him fall, grabbing hold of the hair on his head and jerking it back to make him look up at her. "My pet wants to feed the Sheikah."

The chef bowed again. "Thy will be done, Lord Shadow."

He snapped his fingers and there was a flurry of movement. A young shadow girl brought out a tray, and other servants placed dishes of food upon it: stew, a sort of potpie, fresh sliced bread, and a glass each of water and wine. Another servant placed clean white bandages and a container of the herbed water Vaati sometimes used to treat Vio's wounds on the tray as well.

Shadow yanked Vio up by his hair and pushed him towards the tray. "Carry it." He ordered.

Vio looked from Shadow down to the tray. The containers were all made of glass or ceramic, thin and certain to break if dropped. He tried to pick it up one-handed, but he couldn't. "I can't. It's too heavy."

Shadow tutted, an amused smirk playing across his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Then the Sheikah won't eat."

Vio bit his lip, but he saw no other choice. He wrapped his right arm around it, attempting to support it against his chest. His arm shook with the effort of lifting it. The ache in his left shoulder, though not as fierce as it had been before, continued to drain his strength and left him weak.

"Come." Shadow started out the door ahead of him, letting it swing back and nearly knock the tray from Vio's grasp. He strolled forward, stopping at the end of the hall to turn and wait for him. "Hurry up, come on! I haven't got all day!"

Vio tried to pick up his pace, but he was wary of dropping the tray. "I'm trying."

They made it down two more halls, then Vio had to lean against the wall to rest. Shadow stomped over and tugged him away from it. "No. You do not rest. You do not set the tray down until you are in the Sheikah's cell. If you set it down, or drop it, or try to stop for too long you lose. If you lose, he doesn't eat."

Vio forced himself to keep going. His right arm shook and his left hung useless, too painful to move. The ache in his feet and between his legs wasn't helping, either. Still, he persevered. Sheik had to stay strong. Sheik wasn't useless, like he was. Sheik. . .Sheik might be able to get himself out.

They reached the stairs to the dungeon and Shadow stood off to the side, arms crossed. Vio used his elbow to work the door open, taking his first cautious step down the stairs. His arm was shaking, sweat poured down his face, and he felt so very, very tired. The stairs in front of him were steep, and difficult to navigate with full hands. He leaned his good shoulder against the stone in an effort to balance himself, making his way step by careful step down the stairs. Shadow stood at the top and watched him, along with the Hinox guarding the area.

So tired. . .

Only a few more steps to go, just three more and then just a little farther!-

His foot slipped on a wet patch of blood he hadn't noticed, and he lost his balance. He tried to brace himself against the wall, but the weight of the tray pulled him forwards and he pitched head-first down the stairs, unable to stop himself. A hand caught the back of his tunic and Shadow yanked him back, the sudden jerk causing him to lose his grip on the tray, which tumbling to the floor, its contents smashing against the stone.

Shadow tutted. "Looks like the Sheikah doesn't eat." Shifting his grip to Vio's arm again, Shadow pulled him the rest of the way down the stairs, stepping over the mess. "Someone clean that up."

Vio shook with exhaustion, numb with disbelief. So close, and he screwed up. He always screwed everything up. He was useless . . . He snapped back to attention when he found himself once more outside Sheik's cell. Shadow shoved him to his knees and grabbed his hair again, forcing him to look at Sheik. "Vio has been assigned to feed you. Every day he'll get a tray with plenty of food, and someone will escort him here. If he drops it. . .well, too bad, because you don't get another. So. . ." Shadow smirked. "If you don't get to eat. . .if you die from lack of food or water, just remember it's Vio's fault."

Sheik snarled, and Shadow snapped his fingers, the gag vanishing in a whisp of smoke. "You Bastard! When I get out of here- "

Shadow laughed as Sheik ranted, yanking Vio to his feet again, flinging an arm around his shoulder and digging his fingers into the displaced socket, reveling in Vio's scream. "Enjoy your stay.~"
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