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Chained – chapter 2
“Cosy isn’t it?” Shadow said cheerfully as if talking to a
dearest friend, walking into the dungeon and looking around, “I thought about
redecorating down here, but then I thought, why change anything when it’s
already perfect?”
His glinting eyes fell down upon Blue, hands and legs
chained to the floor completely immobile, and he smirked at the venomous glare
in Blues eyes.
“Where are the others? Where’s Red?” Blue demanded, forcing
back the pure hatred that he wanted to shout forth towards this vile creature
standing before him.
Shadow simply stood there staring down at him, before he
grinned, walked over to him and placed one leg either side of his waist, lowering
himself and straddling Blue on the floor.
“GET THE HELL OFF ME!” Blue immediately screamed at him,
struggling against his restraints trying to move away. He didn’t want this twisted thing anywhere
near him, and as much as he tried to get as little contact between them as possible,
he was failing miserably, Shadow sitting
apparently quiet comfortably across his hips.
“I don’t know.” Shadow said with feigned interest, ignoring
his scream, and enjoying the look of disgust on Blues face as he struggled
underneath him in a vain attempt at trying to fling him off, “Maybe he’s alive
and safe, maybe I captured him just like I did with you,” a dark smirk spread
across his lips, “Or maybe he’s lying mangled and dead on the floor of that cave.”
A flash of anger flew across Blues eyes and with no other
way of getting to him Blue spat at him, the spittle landing squarely on Shadows
right cheek. Shadows smirk slowly faded and he raised his hand to wipe at his
cheek, staring at the small wet patch now on the back of his hand.
With a lazy look down at Blue Shadows teeth suddenly clenched
together, his eyes narrowing in anger. He raised his hands, fingers flexing
like a preying animal, before instantly slamming them down into Blues chest,
his long, sharp, claw-like nails digging straight through his skin.
It was impossible not to cry out in pain as these 10 small
knives pierced his chest, eyes tightly shut as his chest convulsed with the
sudden unexpected attack. With his throat curdled with the restrained sounds of
pain that he was desperately trying not to let escape, he squinted his eyes
open as Shadow began to chuckle darkly above him. He saw a black smoky aura
around Shadow, an aura that seemed to be seeping into his own chest through
Shadows fingers.
As Blue grit his teeth trying not to give Shadow the
pleasure of seeing him in pain, he couldn’t hold it back when the dark aura
flowing into him suddenly took effect.
His eyes flew wide open, and unable to control himself he arched his
back violently, screaming in agony as his entire body felt like it was on fire
from the inside. He could feel the flames licking at every organ, every cell,
and it was spreading quickly from his chest to every other part of him. His blood was boiling, it had to be, his body
shaking violently beneath Shadows, his arms and ankles pulling desperately against their restraints,
trying to escape this maddening torture that was seeping swiftly through his
veins. His screams rang out against the dungeon walls, his lungs compressing
with agony squeezing the oxygen out of him, his eyes filming over with a red
mist, the pain absolutely unbearable……
And then it stopped.
Shadow had removed his fingernails from Blues chest, ten
small blood-filled holes across his tunic, and Blue now lay beneath him panting
in quick shallow gasps, staring up at the ceiling with large dilated eyes, his
body limp and shuddering in small spasms as his nerves tried to find peace
again.
Shadow, his aura now gone, gently placed the palms of his
hands flat on Blues heaving chest and leant down over his face, sneering. “You
will find my dark powers have grown considerably over the years. Every life taken, every family torn apart,
every good soul who turns to the darkness and joins me, all of it gives me more
strength.” He leant down lower, his breath ghosting over Blues panting lips,
Blues eyes focused on Shadows though still wide and unnerved, still unable to
find his voice in his throat. “You and those other wretched Links have tortured
me, getting in my way, refusing to die.
And now I have you, there is nothing
more in this world that I want than to see you broken, to see your tears, to
re-pay you for all the mayhem you have caused me.”
“You…” Blue managed to finally croak out, a slow glare
gradually returning to his brows as the oxygen he was trying to breathe slowly
spread through his body like a welcoming flood to the fire, “…will never…see
tears from me.” He gritted his teeth in anger, eyebrows furrowing deeper, “Never.”
Shadow smiled and leant back against Blues hips again crossing
his arms, looking down at Blue with a wayward expression, “This is what I like
about you Blue. Of all the Links, it’s the hotheaded
idiot that’ll be the most fun to see breakdown. You’ll refuse right to the very
last second to give in to me, which is what will make the game even more fun. I
don’t want anything from you I don’t want information, I don’t need any. All I
want is to see you suffer, to see you humiliated, to see a hero of Hyrule break, and fall, and to see that part of myself disappear into despair.”
Blue glared up at him, his body still shuddering in small
doses, but slowly regaining its strength, “You’ve lost…your mind. Ever since Vio-“
“DON’T MENTION THAT
NAME TO ME!”
Shadow screamed that so loudly it actually made Blue jump,
Shadows fists landing either side of Blues head on the stone dungeon floor as
he slammed them down, his red eyes piercing his own with such a fierce hatred
and rage. The two of them did nothing
but stare at each other for a moment, Shadows fang-like teeth bared in fury,
before Blue smirked. Small spasms of
pain still lingered, his voice still weak and shaky, but he still smirked. He
leant his head up ever so slightly, stared at Shadow straight in the eyes, and declared;
“You’re pathetic.”
The anger in Shadows eyes seemed to flare for a brief
second, before it faded, and that confident, sadistic
smirk graced his lips once again. He leant down and whispered against Blues
lips, Blue pressing his head as far back into the stone floor as possible, “I
will break you. And when I’m bored with you, I’ll leave you down here to die of
thirst, and starvation, and no one will ever know you
were here. By the time I’m done with
you, you’ll be wishing you died on that battlefield.”
“Don’t count on it.”
Blue replied, his voice stronger and his smirk still on his lips, even though a
grimace of pain flew across his eyes.
Before Shadow could retort with anything further though,
there was a running of footsteps coming down what sounded like stairs to the
left beyond the dungeon, and Blue saw a humanoid shadow fall across the floor.
“Forgive me Sir, but there is a situation upstairs that
requires your attention.”
With an annoyed glance towards the figure Shadow slowly rose
from straddling Blue and stepped aside, looking at the helpless hero tied to
the floor. With one final glare he
raised his foot and slammed his heal straight into the arrow wound on Blues
side.
“AAARGH!” Blue yelled, eyes screwed shut again as his body tried
to convulse into itself, naturally trying to curl into a foetal ball to protect
the wound, but unable to do so due to the chains.
“Let’s start you off with a few weeks starvation, see how
cocky you are after that.” Shadow snarled at him, before walking swiftly away
through the door, ordering the guard to lock it behind him, and disappeared up
the stairs.
With gritted teeth at the pain shooting through his wound,
Blue tried to look up behind him to see the guard as he rattled the ancient
looking keys in the lock of the door closing it tight. What he saw made his eyes widen despite the
pain.
“You’re… a Hylian.”
The guard, a man not much older than Blue, looked down at
him through the bars. There wasn’t a
single bit of guilt or sympathy for Blues situation, if anything, the man
looked pleased Blue was in there.
“So are a lot of people here.” The guard said plainly,
before turning to walk away.
“Wait!” Blue shouted out, “Why are you working for Shadow?!
What could possibly make you want to join the darkness?!”
The guard paused, before turning to look down at Blue with a
harsh glare. He walked back over to the bars and squatted down, reaching
through the bars and grabbing a handful of Blues hair, yanking it cruelly
towards him making Blue cry out, gritting his teeth harshly as hundreds of tiny
jabs of pain shot through his head as it was pulled back.
“I’ll tell you why.” The man practically
spat at him, venomous hatred in his voice, “Because you and those other
pathetic ‘heroes’ failed.
Because Shadow rampaged through my village trying to find you, burning every
building and person in it alive, including
my family! The only way I could save my little sisters life who luckily;y just happened to be out with me in the fields that day was to join
Shadow and work for the darkness. The
light in this world has collapsed and it’s all your fault. If anyone wants to survive they
have to sell themselves to the darkness, and that’s just what me and hundreds
of others have been forced to do, all because you failed.”
“Y-you’re wrong, we- argh!” His hair felt like it was all being ripped out from
the roots, “-we never stopped…fighting
him.”
“Fighting?” the man yanked his hair hard again, forcing his
head back harder against the floor, chin tilted upwards, Blue yelping once more
with eyes squeezed shut, “You were hiding!
We waited, we trusted you, all of you, and all you ever did was let
Shadow destroy everything he touched.”
“I’m…I’m sorry.” Blue couldn’t think of anything to say.
At his words though the man finally let go of Blues hair and
stood up, hatred still etched across his face, “Whatever Shadows going to do
you,” he glared, “you deserve every bit of it.”
With that the guard walked away out of sight, his footsteps
echoing off the solid walls as he walked up the stairs.
Blue lay there, staring up at the ceiling with melancholy
eyes, his scalp throbbing. That man was wrong.
They’d tried, Goddess knows had they tried, over and over again, but
they were the only ones who seemed to be fighting. It’s like the entire world had turned their
backs on the heroes, had given in to the darkness. They had
to hide sometimes, they were only human, not unstoppable machines, they needed
sleep and food and to heal their injured bodies. Of course they knew what Shadow did to the
people and towns he came across when looking for them, but what choice did they
have? But how could they explain that to people, how could Blue explain to that
guard that they needed to hide sometimes when all everyone was doing was
running and screaming and dying. The people
looked to the heroes, but to them, the heroes never came. How could he explain
that sometimes, even the heroes needed rescuing?
He felt terribly sorry for that man. He understood his
anger, even if it was misdirected, but despite his empathy for him Blue had
bigger problems right now. He tried in vain to struggle against his chains
again, trying to slip them from his forearms, but he was sure the more he
pulled the tighter they became. It was
an incredibly uncomfortable way to be chained and ironically, despite his
situation, he couldn’t help but feel a small tingle of amusement that he had an
itch on his right thigh. Hands and feet
tied to the floor and he gets an itch he can’t scratch. Worming
his way awkwardly onto his side to rub it against the stone floor, Blue fell
back flat again and resumed staring at the dark ceiling.
Red.
Blues heart skipped a beat in panic at the last memory that
suddenly flashed across his eyes. Red,
cowering from the Hinoxes as their weapons closed in on him……was he dead now?
The thought felt like it was tearing at his heart. Red can’t be dead, he wouldn’t allow himself
to think like that. A part of Blue deep inside him was whispering that it was
impossible for Red to have escaped those Hinoxes, they were practically on top
of him, but Blue was ignoring it. He refused
to believe it. Red could have escaped,
he could have ducked at the last minute, managed to slip away, to run far away
from everything. And Green. Green. He hoped Green
was alright too, he’d still been battling away the last he saw him. Maybe Green
saved Red somehow, and they were now both hidden away and safe again.
He hoped Red was feeling better from his fever, wherever he
was, because he was alive, and Blue
wouldn’t let himself think otherwise.
He knew that Shadow would probably tease him, taunt him, make him believe things that weren’t true. He’d have to make
sure to never trust a word that evil being said. A part of him was wondering what exactly
Shadow was going to do with him, but it was only a minor worry. Blue didn’t worry about things like that,
whatever Shadow had planned Blue would stand up to it, would fight back, he
wouldn’t give Shadow a single thing to make him happy, not a tear, not a look
of fear, nothing. Not even the threat of starvation was worrying him, he’d gone
for a long time without food before when battling and running, literally eating
a few leaves off trees in some cases, so his stomach was at least partially
used to being empty.
He would never give in, and one day, somehow, he’d escape
from here and find Red.
Blue looked around his dungeon again, that dripping still
continuing in the corner. No windows
meant no passage of time. He had no idea how long he’d been unconscious
for in the first place, and now had no idea if it was night or daylight, or
even if it was the same day. It was cold in here, he
must be far underground because it was early autumn outside and still warm.
He tried to free himself from his chains again, his legs
pulling the chains around his feet upwards, harder and harder, but to no
avail.
He stared back up at the ceiling.
…drip………...….drip…………….……..drip…………
He decided to count the stones up there.
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Shadow hadn’t been kidding when he said weeks of
starvation. He had no way of telling how
much time had passed between each moment a Hinox came
down with some form of slightly rotting food for him to eat, but every time
they did his stomach felt like it had been sucked dry, a dull ache rising
through his body as it pleaded for some kind of nutrition. The food that they gave him looked like
leftovers from whatever Hinoxes ate, which Blue disturbingly suspected was
probably other humans. Whatever it was
it tasted disgusting, and the first time they’d tried to give it to him he
point blankly refused to open his mouth.
No matter how hungry he was he couldn’t stand the overwhelming stench
that rose from this dirty, dull looking meat being pushed against his lips.
It was only when Shadow had apparently given the word for
the Hinoxes to hurt him if he disobeyed, that Blue began to eat. It was difficult to refuse when a large
muscle bound Hinox was pounding Blues thighs viciously
into the floor with its fist until he ate something, to the point Blue was
amazed his legs hadn’t broken, his screams of pain seeming to only stir the Hinox
to hit him harder.
Occasionally the chains around his arms and legs were
released, a blissful pain reaching his arms and shoulders as they returned to a
normal position at his sides, and as horrible as it was to do so Blue had no
other choice but for nature to call in a corner of the dungeon. It’s not like
the dungeon had an en-suite bathroom. That combined
with the rotting meat that sometimes fell to the floor out of reach once Blue
had been re-chained to the floor, the smell in the dungeon was repulsive.
It didn’t take long for Blue to get used to it though, he didn’t exactly have any other kind of air to
breath. He was just thankful it was a large dungeon.
He’d counted and re-counted the stones on the ceiling so
many times now he had nothing to do. The
boredom was almost the worst thing, days, weeks, months, he had no idea how
long he’d been lying there just staring at the same ceiling, but it was almost
maddening. Sometimes he’d try and see
patterns in the stones, a flower, a hat, some kind of smiling human face, anything
to try and keep his mind off how hungry and cold he was.
Shadow hadn’t come back since he’d first greeted him, all he
ever saw were the Hinoxes bringing his occasional food and equally disgusting
tasting water, if it was indeed water.
Whatever it was and no matter how horrible it tasted, it was still
liquid that his body needed far more than food, and when the cup was placed
against his lips he’d gulp it down gratefully, despite cringing at the taste.
He wouldn’t let his mind wander to Shadows plans, instead he
thought of Red, safe and far away,
and his mind would start imagining a life they would have had had they won the
battle years ago. He could see them, all of them, including Vio, laughing and joking together in a bar somewhere in
Castle Town, could see the happiness and light that filled the townsfolk around
them, the barmaids flirting and giggling with them.
Behind his closed eyes Blue would smile at this, smile at
the happy dark-free world his mind was imagining to keep away the reality. Unfortunately on the occasions that he did
fall asleep, his mind took the opposite direction. He’d have nightmare after
nightmare, watching helplessly as Castle Town burned to the ground, girls
screaming, men trying to protect their families as Shadows dark armies rampaged
through the once innocent town. He’d see
Red, lying on the ground, eyes open and dull, blood leaking from the side of
mouth, an axe embedded deeply in his chest cracking through his ribs…
Blue would wake with a cold sweat, eyes darting around that
now well-known ceiling, trying to calm his racing heart as the image of Reds
dead body would slowly fade back into his dreams.
He didn’t like sleeping.
At least awake he could control what he thought about, and soon he’d lose himself in those happy images
again, only to be occasionally interrupted by a Hinox
bringing something crawling in maggots for him to eat.
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…..drip……………………..drip…………………..drip……………..
That was possibly the most irritating sound ever. Most of the time Blue was now used to it and could
block it out, but when his mind would go blank with boredom he’d find himself
counting the drips, 1…2……59…..367, and instead of curbing the boredom it just
drove him mad. He kept looking over to
the corner, glaring at the tiny drip as if it would stop just by looking at it.
A puddle had formed there now.
He actually felt eternally thankful when he heard footsteps coming
down those stone stairs because it finally took his mind away from counting the
drips again (up to 645 this time). He’d never be so glad to see a Hinox.
He heard the usual key in the lock behind him and the metal
barred door swing open, but it wasn’t a Hinox that
walked into his view, it was Shadow.
“Well well well, don’t you look filthy.” He smirked, before to Blues very much surprise the
chain embedded into the stone floor that was keeping his arms chained together
suddenly shot up out of the floor of its own accord. It slammed into the ceiling, yanking Blue painfully
upwards as it did, feeling like it was pulling his arms out of their sockets as
he was now forced to suddenly stand, feet still shackled to a chain on the
floor but his forearms now tied up above his head, the chain embedded in the
ceiling holding just as strong as it was in the floor.
With no explanation Shadow moved to one side and four middle-aged
women, each looking sullen and tired, walked into the dungeon holding buckets
of water, to which one by one they threw over Blue. The water was ice cold, but it was at least
fresh, and trying to ignore the shock to his body from the freezing water, he
savoured the water that splashed onto his face and dripped over his lips into
his mouth. It was the most delicious
thing he’d tasted ever since he’d woken up here, and even though it was only a
tiny amount that he managed to swallow, it slipped down his throat pooling into
his empty stomach feeling like it was bringing new life to his senses.
With the water still dripping from his hair and clothing,
the women walked out the dungeon leaving Blue alone with Shadow, who walked
right up in front of him, his sharp fingernail on his index finger tipping
Blues chin upwards ever so slightly.
Shadow smirked at the defiant look in Blues eyes, before lowering his gaze
and looking at the rest of Blue, his wet, tattered and still bloody tunic
clinging to his thin form. Blue didn’t
say a word, did nothing but glare softly at Shadow as Shadow walked around him
slowly, eyes roaming over his body as he stood there chained to the ceiling.
“So…” Shadow finally began as he walked back in front of
Blue, that one fingernail scratching across the fabric over Blues collarbone,
before dragging it very slowly down the middle of his chest. The movement made Blue feel very
uncomfortable, but he didn’t let it show. “Enjoy being half starved? You’ve
certainly become thinner.”
“Actually, I’ve got a bit of a complaint to the chef,” Blue
smirked, “he really needs to think up something other than carcass meat for the
menu.”
For a moment a matching smirk appeared on Shadows face, as
if he was genuinely amused by this little joke, before the smirk quickly
disappeared and he raised his hand swiping it across Blues chest, his claw like
fingers ripping away the clothing from him and leaving bloody trails across
Blues skin. Blue didn’t yell out,
although he very nearly did. He’d sworn
to himself not to show Shadow a tear or a flicker of pain. He wouldn’t give him the pleasure. Instead his eyes closed tightly only for that
brief second that Shadows hand swiped across him, and now resumed their glare
at the dark being.
Three strips of his tunic and undershirt now hung in front
of his chest, the small amount of blood from the swipes mingling with the
droplets of water still slowly running down his thin chest. His ribs were easily seen now.
“If you still have the energy for jokes it looks like I need
to do a little more than starve you…which is perfectly fine with me.” He added
with a dark smile, before the chain embedded into the ceiling moved again, this
time flying back dragging Blue along with it, splitting into two as it
did. It pulled Blues forearms from each
other, spread his arms wide and slammed him front first into the wall, the two
ends embedding themselves into the wall keeping Blue flat against the wall with
his arms out wide like a cross. The chains around his feet also moved, pulling
his legs apart and keeping them at a short distance from the wall, his feet
planted firmly to the floor as the chain disappeared into the floor as if it
were water, before stopping and keeping barely any length of chain out so Blue
couldn’t move his feet even the smallest distance.
“Do you like my chains?” Shadow whispered into his ear as he
stood directly behind Blue, Blue wondering what the hell Shadow was doing. This
restrained position was very…Blue could feel Shadow pressing into his backside
as he stood over him……Blue didn’t like this one bit.
With his right cheek planted firmly against the cold stone
of the dungeon wall, he could do nothing but watch as Shadow slowly slid one
hand over Blues left arm, almost caressing it, over the starved bicep, across
his elbow, over his forearm that was bruised and fabric worn away from where
the chains had been digging into it.
“They’re very special chains, infused with my dark power.”
To prove his point that dark aura began to engulf Shadow again,
and for a split moment Blue was bracing himself for that excruciating pain
again, but it didn’t come. The dark aura
this time flowed into the chain, which seemed to wiggle in excitement like a
pet.
“They’ll obey my every command, I only have to think it and these chains would wrap
themselves around your neck and hang you from the ceiling. However, I don’t
really want to do that, yet anyway.”
“Is there a point to this?” Blue seethed at him, this
position making him feel very vulnerable, Shadows breath ghosting across his
cheek, it made him what to snap out at him.
This question seem to make Shadow laugh though, his joyous
sounds ringing off the dungeon walls like a happy child, “Oh Blue I so love that choice of words.” He
pressed himself up against Blues back again, wrapping his arms around his thin waist
that was being pulled away from the wall due to the position of his feet and
legs. “There really is a point to
this yeah.”
A small, but very plain flicker of fear shot across Blues
mind. As Shadow was pressed up against him he was sure he could feel…………….no…heh……………………not even Shadow would….….
“You see,” Shadow continued in Blues ear, “I think I’ve thought
up of the perfect way of humiliating you.”
Before Blue even dared ask how, he felt Shadows hands lift
up the hem of his tunic and curl his fingers around the hem of his pale
trousers and underwear. Blues eyes barely had a moment to widen in disbelief
before Shadow pulled them down to his knees.
“Shadow!”
Blue didn’t mean to shout out his name, especially not with the panic evident
in his voice, but it just automatically happened.
Shadow grinned darkly, “What? Not going to enjoy this?” He
leant in again, slightly to one side this time so he could look Blue in his
wide fearful eyes, his own darkened eyes darkening still as he licked slowly up
Blues left cheek, before smiling widely:
“I am.”
Fear over took Blues brain, this wasn’t happening, this
couldn’t happen, what kind of sick creature was this thing!! He struggled
against his restraints, trying desperately to pull his arms away from the
walls, Shadows sickening laughter filled the dungeon again. The chains did
nothing but pull in tighter, cutting into his wrists, as did the ones around
his ankles keeping his feet in place. He could feel Shadows long fingers on his
behind, kneading the flesh and pushing apart his cheeks.
Blues heart was racing in his chest. This was just a
nightmare, just one of his own sick nightmares, it had
to be. He continued his pointless struggle, the promise to himself in his mind
about not showing fear or tears to Shadow suddenly seeming very far away. When
he felt the tip of Shadows hard cock slide between his cheeks he couldn’t help the
gasp of nauseating shock escape his throat and he literally growled against the
wall, silently begging for the chains to loosen, for Shadow to be called away
again, anything just anything to stop this from happening!
“Not going to call out for me to stop?” Shadow inquired
amusingly, the fear in Blues eyes turning him on even more, and he smirked
happily, “Of course you won’t. That
would be giving in to me, and I know you of all the Links wouldn’t do that so
soon.”
With a dark maddening smile Shadow gripped Blues hips
tightly, his fingernails digging into what little flesh was there, Blue breathing
erratically in front of him, before in one shove he pushed his cock into Blues
dry and unprepared entrance.
As desperately as he tried not to, the scream that fell from
his open lips as that white hot pain flew up his spine continued continuously even
through panting breaths. It felt like he was being split in two, his body
shaking with the effort of standing there, unable to pull away or move at all. It was a pain like he’d never felt before,
somehow even worse than Shadows dark aura, and his cries of agony continued as
Shadow pulled out and slammed back in again, tears collecting at the corners of
Blues tightly shut eyes but he refused
to let them fall! He would not cry, he wouldn’t, he would not give Shadow that!!!
Again and again Shadow moved, every
thrust and retraction rubbing like sandpaper against his inner walls, something
dripping down his thighs which from the feel of it must be blood. The blinding
pain made him clench his hands into fists against the wall, unable to do a
thing but stand there and let Shadow rape him like his own personal sex slave.
The chains rattled rhythmically, Blues shrieks of pain spurring
Shadow on, but it was impossible not to scream. Blue was panting desperately,
his screams beginning to sound more like sobs, but still those tears would not fall. If only by strength of mind Blue would not let them fall!
That boiling hot rod pierced him over and over, more thick
blood dripping down his thighs, and Shadow suddenly wrapped one hand around
Blues neck. Blues eyes widened as the hand tightened, his thumb pressing into
his jugular. His screams became strangled gurgling noises as Shadow fucked him
into the wall, his hand cutting off the only escape for his cries of suffering.
Harder and harder, Shadow seemed to be speeding up
more. Blue idly noticed through the pain
and lack of oxygen that it seemed to be becoming easier for Shadow to move
inside him, and that was probably because of the blood now lubricating his
walls. Blues vision was beginning to fade, his arm that he was forced to stare
at was becoming fuzzy, his eyes trying to roll upwards into their sockets. The
cries trying to escape him were now silent as his body was becoming limp,
spittle dripping from the side of his mouth as his mind was overcome with torment.
Suddenly Shadow removed his hand from his throat and placed
it back on his hip, and Blue was barely aware of the groan of pleasure that left
Shadows lips, and of the other thick liquid that now dripped slowly down his
thighs as Shadow finally, finally
stopped his attack and removed his cock from the bloody and cum filled mess
before it.
If he could have done Blue would have sunk to his knees, but
the chains around his wrists kept him upright, so he just sort of slumped
against the wall, knees buckling though unable to reach the floor, his body
shaking, his eyes glazed and unfocused.
He was vaguely aware of a hand that slowly ran up his back,
before Shadows voice whispered once again into his ear;
“The first of many.”
With a short disturbingly happy laugh Shadow turned and
walked out the dungeon, leaving Blue chained to the wall, violated, barely
breathing, and trembling.
But still those tears would not fall.
To be continued…
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