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Chained chapter 3
…drip……………..drip……………………….drip…………..
So he was still alive.
The sound of those familiar falling water droplets gradually
made sense to Blues ears, and for a brief moment as his mind slowly returned to
the conscious world, all he could feel was a dull ache in his shoulders and
wrists. His entire weight, what there
was of it, was hanging down from those chains against the wall, his legs having
gone limp and weightless long before he’d slipped away into a dreamless sleep.
With his eyes still closed against the world, Blue slowly
stuck the tip of his tongue out his mouth and ran it over his dry chapped lips.
He had a headache, though he couldn’t remember exactly why. Slowly shifting his feet he tried to put some
weight back onto his legs so he wasn’t tearing his arms off his shoulders, but
unfortunately that brought forth a different kind of pain.
The moment he moved his legs a sharp shot of pain ripped its
way from his backside up his spine, the vivid memories of Shadows attack
flooding back as the gasp of pain that escaped his lips became slightly muffled
against the stone wall that his cheek was pressed against. Brows furrowed and
eyes tightly shut, he tried to keep his groans of pain as quiet as possible as
he continued to shift his legs, taking the pressure off his arms. He now stood in that same awkward looking
position that he was in before, but the pain between his legs didn’t fade. He
rasped against the wall, desperately wanting to lie down, because standing with
this pain was just making his knees want to buckle again, and he didn’t think
his arms could take much more of dangling there.
His wrists twisted against the chains, one pathetic attempt
at trying to free himself again, to try move his arms
behind him, to check the disgusting damage Shadow had caused him. He could feel the dry encrusted blood and cum
trails on his legs, and didn’t even want to think about the state he was in
further up.
Shadow had raped him, had actually gone through with it.
Blue felt those tears prickling at his eyes again, but he furiously wiped them
against his sleeve before they could fall. He didn’t cry during the attack, he
wasn’t going to cry now, no way. Shadow
may have humiliated and tortured him, but just like Blue had told himself
before, he would fight back, he wouldn’t give in, Shadow could do whatever the
hell he wanted to him, Blue would never give in to
him. A part of Blues brain that wasn’t
consumed with thinking about the pain coursing through his body was proud of
himself that he hadn’t shed those tears, and he felt a small cocky smile rise
to his lips, even those his eyes were still tightly shut and wincing against
the discomfort. He could see Shadow now,
thinking he’d got one over on him, but flaring in anger when he saw no tears
down Blues cheeks.
He’d fight him every second of the way, he had to, because
he was going to get out of here and find Red.
That was the one thought that kept him going, to find Red again, it gave
him a purpose to survive and get out of here. The little voice in the back of
his mind that had been telling him Red was dead had long since stopped
bothering to tell him that. Blue had
pushed that thought down deep and buried, because Red was alive, and he’d see
him again.
Despite his cocky smile, as the hours went by with no signs
of anyone coming down Blue was beginning to lose the little strength he had.
His neck was killing him being twisted at the side for so long, and his knees
kept on buckling underneath him again. His arms would scream in protest as he
stood there dangling against the wall before trying to push himself up again,
only for that hot pain to shoot up his spine.
Every movement caused him pain on some part of his body, and after all
those weeks he’d spent lying on that cold floor wishing he could walk around,
he’d give anything to be lying there right now.
Suddenly without warning, the two chains keeping his wrists
restrained fell from the wall. Blue collapsed in a heap against the floor, a
yelp of pain escaping him as his legs crumpled underneath him and yet another
shot of pain flaring up from his backside.
The chains dragged him across the floor before diving into the stones
again, Blue faced down on the floor in exactly the same position he’d been in
on the wall, arms wide like a cross, his head turned with his cheek against the
floor. This time however, the chains
around his ankles fell away, and his legs were free. Despite the initial pain
of being drabbed harshly across the rough floor, his body momentarily relaxed
at finally being able to lie down.
Shadow once again walked into his line of sight. Blue hadn’t even heard him come down the
stairs, or open the door. He must have been so focused on the pain around his
body he never noticed any other noise.
Just as before Shadow stood there with his arms crossed
smirking down at him, those same four women from before entering the dungeon,
each again holding a bucket. Without a
look at either Shadow or Blue, they knelt down either side of Blue, Blue unable
to see what they were doing, but could soon feel it. They had wash cloths that they were dipping
into the cold water in the buckets, and apparently began to clean up the mess
between his legs.
As horribly embarrassing as this was, it was far less
embarrassing than if a group of Hinoxes had come to
do it, and despite the seething pain that kept shooting up his spine as they
cleaned that intimate area, a part of him was ever so glad that they were. At least Shadow didn’t seem intent on leaving
him in that state; at least he’d be clean again. He gritted his teeth tightly
to ensure no sound of pain escaped him in Shadows presence, his glare fixed
permanently on Shadows smirking eyes.
He wouldn’t show him anything, he’d stare him down.
He gladly shifted his legs where the silent women would
press against them to move, the cool refreshing wet cloth cleaning away the
blood and cum, and before long their job was done. They very gently pulled Blues trousers back
up to his waist and rose from their positions, taking the buckets and walking
back out the dungeon. Blue’s eyes moved
upwards to try and see the faces of the two who walked past his vision, and
they both still had that same expressionless face as before. Blue wondered if Shadow had them under some
kind of trance or something, he couldn’t imagine how four women could walk in,
clean up a rape victim and then walk out again without a shadow of some kind of
expression on their faces.
Still, he felt so much better now, plus he was covered up
again. But before he had a chance to
re-relax onto the floor, Blue heard his chains move before he felt them, and
suddenly he was yanked backwards, forced to kneel back on his haunches, feeling
the other chains wrap themselves around his ankles again. His arms were pulled
down at his sides, the chains embedding once again into the stone keeping Blues
arms immobile at his sides.
This position was the most painful of all. His buttocks resting against his heals,
pushing inwards against his sore wound. He tried to sit up a little, but the
chains on his wrists forced him to lean back, and he winced painfully. He knew
Shadows eyes were on him, so he tried to make that wince look as nonchalant as
possible, leaning back on his heals as if it wasn’t extremely painful to do so.
After a moment of watching him, Shadow finally spoke with a
smirk;
“You know its fun watching you, pretending you’re not in
pain.”
Blues cheeks flushed a little. Damn it, Shadow saw right
through him. Shadow walked across the dungeon floor a little ways ahead of him,
looking him over with those eyes that made Blue feel like they were looking
right through his clothing.
“Heh, I’m not in pain,” Blue
retorted, fighting back the urge to bite his bottom lip at the stinging going
on down there, “It’s just the sight of you that disgusts me so much I can’t
help but wince at your face.”
Which was partly true. The memories
of Shadows fingers digging into his hips, his hot breath at the back of his
neck, that unwanted cock burying itself deep inside him…it made bile gather at
the back of Blues throat just looking at Shadow. Although Blue wasn’t
acknowledging it at all, there was a slight fear of Shadow that had begun to
dig its way into his mind after Shadows attack.
Half expecting Shadow to cause him some form of pain for
coming back with a retort like that, Blue was rather surprised when all he did
was walk in front of him and cup his chin, forcing him to look upwards. Blue
stared back hard into Shadows blood red eyes, he wouldn’t look away, he’d never look away.
“The only reason I’ve
had you cleaned,” Shadow began, apparently ignoring Blues comeback, and
scrapping a nail across Blues jawline, “is because I
don’t particularly want to rape you
again through that mess.” A slow sadistic smile grew across his lips as Blue
clenched his teeth at that statement, and Shadow leant down, whispering in his left
ear. “So don’t think I’m going all soft on you.”
And then Shadow sank his fang-like teeth into the top of
Blues ear and ripped part of it away.
Blue shrieked at the sudden pain, his hands automatically
trying to reach upwards but pinned down at his sides. Small enigmatic gasps left his lips as Shadow
stood back up again, happily wiping at the blood on his lips before spitting
out the tip of Blues ear that he’d ripped away.
Blue glared up at him through his right eye, his left closed
against the sharp throbbing pain on the side of his head, blood dripping down
the side of his neck, “T-there is…s-something…wrong, w-with you.” Blue
stuttered out against the pain, but Shadow just smiled at him.
“Why thank you.”
Footsteps suddenly echoed round the corner of the dungeon
and two Hylians appeared carrying something that made
Blues eyes go wide in alarm. Shadow watched his expression with much amusement
as the two men brought the object into the dungeon, Blues wide eyes not leaving
it for a moment.
It was a large and heavy looking metal collar, inches thick,
that around the edges protruded ten thick metal spikes, each eight inches long.
“W…what is that?”
Shadow nodded to the two men who undid a catch on the collar
and it swung open in half, before they began advancing on Blue, “It’s a spiked
collar what does it look like.” He grinned at him, Blue pulling at the chains
restraining his wrists, eyes darting from one side to another as the men walked
behind him, enclosing the collar around his neck with a “click”, then a turn of
a key in a lock at the back of his neck.
The collar didn’t actually touch his neck, there was a small gap between
it and his skin, and it was so heavy it rested on his shoulders rather
uncomfortably. He stayed perfectly still, not having any clue what the hell
this thing was supposed to. The pain in his bloody ear was suddenly put to the
back of the queue on what to worry about.
“This is a wonderfully simple little device that I’ve been dying to try out on someone.” Shadow
said, talking excitedly like a little kid whose just been bought his favourite
toy, the two men walking out the dungeon leaving Shadow to circle Blue like a
vulture. “You see with this on you can’t lie down, or lean against the wall,
the spikes are too long. You have to sit or stand, and
I can imagine…” Shadow leant down near Blues other ear this time, Blue
flinching slightly at the sudden voice in his ear, “That after our fun little
time together yesterday, you want to lie down more than anything.” He grinned,
“Well I’m not going to let you.”
He stood up and walked towards the dungeon door again,
before looking over his shoulder, “Oh, it also has the added bonus of not
letting you sleep as you can’t lie down, so let’s see how long you can survive
without rest.”
Blue stared at him incredulously as he laughed, locking the
dungeon door, but before he walk away up those stairs Shadow waved his arms and
the chains around Blue fell away, all of them.
“No need to chain you to the floor if you can’t stay there,
so enjoy a bit of freedom for a while, it’s all you’re going to get.”
The moment Shadow was out of sight Blue fell forward onto
his hands and knees, breathing heavily. He couldn’t have knelt like that any
longer, his backside throbbing just as much as his ear. Balancing he raised one
hand through the spikes and touched the tip of his ripped ear gently, wincing
hard at the pain. Kneeling up, not
letting himself kneel back against his bottom, he looked down at the edges of
his tunic and finding the cleanest bit he could see, he ripped it off, reaching
up and wrapping it around what was left of his ear. It was still bleeding, and although this
tattered tunic had been the only thing he’d been wearing since being down here,
at least it had fresh water thrown over it yesterday so was probably about as
clean it was going to get.
Next, ignoring the ache in his knees at kneeling on the hard
stone floor, he tried to feel around his monstrous collar for the lock at the
back. He pulled at it, slipped his
fingers between it and his neck and tried to pull it apart, but it was solid
iron by the feel of it and it wasn’t budging. He tilted his head back and tried to lift it
up over his head instead, but his jaw was in the way. He tried to pull the
spikes out of it instead, but they were melded into the collar, so they weren’t
moving either.
So he knelt there, staring at the bars in front of him
wondering what the hell he was going to do.
There really was something wrong with Shadow, and Blue
wondered how the hell someone like him came from Link, from all of them. A sadistic
being whose greatest pleasure was to see other people in pain, he truly was the
opposite of what Link had been, because there was no way that any of them would
have enjoyed doing to people what Shadow was doing to Blue. He had no words for
him really, and he wondered what other devices he had that he was “dying” to
try out on someone.
So now he couldn’t sleep.
Okay, well, no problem, he’d gone without sleep for long periods of time
before when battling and finding places to hide, he was trained a little bit, just
like he had been with the starvation, so he could get through this. Shadow
would have to remove it eventually anyway………right?
Still, trying not to think of that for the moment, Blue very
gingerly stood up, one hand reaching around behind him pressing gently against
his left buttock, wincing again at the pain as he stood. Slowly he walked,
slightly limping, to the dungeon bars.
He’d never touched the bars before, never been able to get close to
them. Whenever he’d been released from
his chains before a Hinox had always stood by the
door inside with him, so he’d never been able walk to the edge. Now though, he could just see the first stone
step leading upwards to the left down the corridor, and to the right, nothing
but more corridor.
He wondered if there were other dungeons down here, a line of cells, and
maybe there were other prisoners down here.
His eyes went wide at the sudden thought that entered his
head.
“RED?” he called out. Silence. “GREEN? RED?!...................IS
ANYONE DOWN HERE?”
More silence. Blue then released that he’d never seen anyone
walk past his bars, and if there had been anyone else down here they would have
had to have been fed as well.
Blues face fell, and he just held on to one of the bars with
one hand looking solemnly out towards the fire torch on the wall ahead. He
wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing that Red hadn’t answered. Of course he didn’t want Red to be captured
by Shadow, but at the same time, if his voice had called out in reply at least
Blue would have known he was alive.
He turned around to face his large empty cell, and realised
he was dire need of a drink. Looking
down at the small puddle that had formed in the corner, that slow dripping
still continuing, he cautiously walked over and knelt down beside it. From the looks of it, it was clean water,
maybe it was leaking out from a vat of water high above somewhere. Whatever it was, it was liquid, and Blue
scooped up a small handful and let it run over his lips and down his throat. It was
fresh, just like the few droplets he’d managed to swallow before. He wished he could lean right down and just
drink it from the floor, but his collar wouldn’t let him, so he continued to
scoop small bits up with his hands.
There wasn’t much of it there, and it didn’t take long for that dripping
to fall against solid floor again.
In retrospect it probably would have been wise to have left
a bit there in case he needed it again, after all it had taken all this time
for that one little puddle to form, and now it was gone.
Standing back up he once again looked around his empty cell.
Now what to do?
-----
While he still had the energy Blue took this chance to feel
along the walls for any loose stones, any possible way of escaping, as this may
be his only chance of a bit of freedom around his cell. He tried to pick away at the small hole where
that dripping was coming from, but his fingernails weren’t exactly harder than
stone and nothing ever happened with that but breaking his nail. Every now and then he tried again at prising
his collar away, but it never moved. His
shoulders ached with the weight of it, and as his hair was longer now and it
kept snagging on the catch of the collar, which was getting very annoying.
He looked at the lock on the door too, looking around his
cell for anything small and long that he could try picking at it with, but
there was nothing here. Not that he knew what he could have done if he opened
the door, he had no idea where he was.
Shadow had taken over many places, including Hyrule
Castle and the Zoras Domain,
he had no idea where this dungeon was.
After a while walking around his cell became less painful
for him, and it actually felt rather good to be able to walk and stretch his
legs. He hadn’t moved for so long his bones almost seemed to creak at first,
but he felt much better being able to move and work his muscles now.
----
Blue was deliberately not sitting down for several
reasons. The first he wasn’t sure if his
backside could take it just yet, the second was if he sat down he’d relax,
meaning he’d probably get tired more quickly. If he sat there and fell asleep
falling sideways the collar would probably break his neck when the spikes hit
the floor.
He started doing various muscles stretches while he had the
chance, a bit of light exercise to pass the time.
A Hinox came down at some point,
throwing a slab of meat through the bars and a cup of water on the floor. They didn’t open the door this time,
obviously Shadow had told them not to while Blue wasn’t chained down.
----
How many hours had it been now? Blue could feel his eyelids
beginning to droop where he stood against the bars staring at the torch
light. He found staring at the light
made his eyes more awake then staring into the darkness of his cell.
----
He sat down now, cross legged on the floor. His legs were
aching too much now from standing around for so long,
and even though it still hurt him to sit it didn’t hurt nearly as much as it
had done earlier. He continued to stare
at the light. He knew Shadow was deliberately tiring him out, to see him at his
weakest, to get to a point where exhaustion was so severe perhaps Blue would
beg him to take the collar off. Well
that wasn’t going to happen. He’d stay awake.
Stay. Awake.
----
His mind was starting to play tricks on him. The flickering firelight was making him see
shadows on the walls, bodily shapes of people reaching out to him, and he’d
turn his head sharply at them only to see nothing there. His vision was starting
to get slightly blurry with tiredness, and he kept lowering his eyelids tightly
shut and then opening them wide quickly, shaking his head trying to stay awake
and focused.
…..drip…………..drip…………drip….
1….2……3…..
“No!” Blue shouted at himself, shaking his head again. Don’t count the drops, it would be like
counting sheep, it would only make him fall asleep faster.
---
Staring at the light was beginning to really hurt his
eyes. More than once now he’d caught
himself with his eyes closed, his head drooping, and only when one or more of
the spikes pressed into his shoulder as his neck relaxed did it startle him
awake again.
Come on, stay awake,
eyes open.
---
He couldn’t focus anymore.
His head felt like a lead weight, a headache so severe it felt like his
brain was pulsing against his skull. He
closed his eyes and raised his hand through the spikes, placing his palm over
his forehead, his elbow on his chest, and he leant against it, taking the
weight of his head into his hand and arm. How long was Shadow going to leave
him like this? How long had it been already? His eyes were so sore, and it took
every effort to just to raise his eyelids.
He could feel his body swaying where he sat, his breathing
slowing, and there was this blissful darkness that seemed to engulf him behind
his eyelids…
Blue suddenly yelped as one of the spikes scratched down the
arm holding his head. He’d fallen asleep
for that brief second, falling slightly sideways, his arm falling away and
catching the edge of a spike as it did, luckily waking him up again.
He shook his head again and rubbed his eyes with his
hands. The light ahead of him was just a
blur surrounded by darkness. He couldn’t
even see the bars, it was all one big haze. His body felt like its batteries had run out
ages ago, he swore he couldn’t even feel his legs. The sleep he’d gotten
chained to that wall was hardly relaxing, and his body desperately needed to
rest after being violated like that. He sighed deeply, trying to breath in the
oxygen around him. He already wished he hadn’t drunk that puddle,
he could have splashed it on his face to wake him.
----
There was a voice.
Somewhere, muffled, he couldn’t understand it. It felt like someone had placed cotton wool
in his ears. He wanted to open his eyes,
to see who was there, but he literally couldn’t open them. He had no energy
left to even raise his eyelids. His head was still in his right hand, his left
hand was now pressing firmly against one of the spikes, the sharp end of it
digging into his palm, a trickle of blood dripping down his arm. The pain was the only thing keeping him
awake, and every time he’d feel himself falling into that heavenly darkness
he’d press harder, more blood falling, the pain barely even registering through
his exhaustion, but it was just enough to prevent him from falling unconscious
to the floor and breaking his neck.
That voice, it was saying something again. He felt a hand against his cheek, and almost
immediately he leant into it, letting the weight of his head relax against it as
his own hand fell away like a dead weight to his lap. It was such a warm hand, and a memory
flittered behind his eyelids. Reds hand, pressed against his cheek just like
this, asking if he was okay after they’d fought off some monsters from
attacking a village
“Red…” the barely audible whisper left his lips, and the
tiniest of smiles grew and faded just as fast. He was too tired to smile, but
it didn’t matter, because Red was here, hand on his cheek, smiling down at him.
“Do you miss Red?”
That voice suddenly made sense, whispered close to him
against his ear. There was a wonderfully
warm body near him. Reds. It must be Reds, because he could see him,
see that smile and those bright blue eyes. But miss him? Why would he miss him?
He was right here.
Blue frowned, a thumb running gently over his lips as the
voice spoke again, “Do you want him?”
Want Red? He’d always wanted Red,
he loved Red, even if he’d never said it aloud.
“Red…” he whispered again, his slow heartbeat feeling like
it was racing just at the name, “want………”
There was a pair of soft lips suddenly pressed against his. Reds. They were
Reds. Everything was Red.
“Then I’ll give you Red.” The lips whispered as they parted,
and suddenly that aching heavy weight against Blues shoulders was lifted, and
Blue fell sideways, asleep before he even hit the floor, not even aware of
Shadow walking out the dungeon holding the spiked collar, a very satisfied sinister
smile to his lips.
----
…..drip……………..drip……………………………….….drip……………
Blue very slowly opened his eyes. He was lying on his side,
staring out to the bars, that fire torch now back in focus. His head ached, his eyes were still hard to
keep open, but not because he was tired. It was that sort of headache you get
after sleeping so deeply that even though your body doesn’t need any more
sleep, you still want to flop back down into that nice soft bed and close your
eyes.
He laid there for a few moments, blinking back into the
conscious world. His hand slowly made its way to his neck, feeling for that
collar, but finding nothing there.
Obviously, there was nothing there, he as was lying down after all. He
didn’t remember it being taken off. Actually, he didn’t remember much at all,
sitting there trying to stay awake. He
was pretty sure he’d had a dreamless sleep, so why was Red the first thing
across his mind? Something about kissing
him, had he dreamt that? It certainly wasn’t a memory; he’d never been kissed
by him before. Still, memory or not, it
gave Blue a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long
time. So he closed his eyes again, a small smile on his lips, letting that
image stay in his mind for as long as it could. It was such a nice feeling to
wake up to he didn’t want to lose it just yet.
It took a while for Blue to realise that there was the sound
of breathing in his dungeon, and it wasn’t his own. Opening his eyes in alarm,
he leant up on his elbow and looked down past his feet.
His eyes went wide.
Lying on the floor ahead of him, tunic tattered and torn and
bruises around his wrists, lay the one person he’d been thinking about.
“Red?!”
Not believingly his eyes Blue scrambled up from the floor as
fast as his body would allow him to rush over there, not even noticing there
were no chains around him.
Had he made it there just a little sooner though, he might
have noticed a small bang of deep purple hair quickly fade into blond, and a
small familiar looking smirk fade from Reds’ lip.
To be continued…
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