Realm II
Aincrad, Tóxene
IGSE Headquarters
Thero scrunched his face and clutched his chest.
"You hurt my feelings, dear Hex", he sobbed mockingly, as he sauntered over to where his new prisoners had been tied up. By then, the two guards had stripped Samuel to the skin and, for good measure, had blindfolded him, flanking his operating table with military discipline. "My heart has been broken. Boo hoo hoo..."
"Go fuck yourself", Samuel spat at Thero, his voice hoarse and dry from his screaming.
With a wild, puerile grin, Thero strutted over to where Samuel lay stark naked, strapped to the table. He pulled off the leather glove on his left hand, before holding up three fingers and, forcing the boy's mouth open with his other hand, slowly thrust his fingers down Samuel's mouth.
"My, my, you're a very rude little child", he mocked, driving his fingers deeper down Samuel's throat as he struggled, unable to bite Thero's fingers thanks to the other hand holding his jaw intact. "Using these nasty words."
Samuel gagged horribly and began choking, violently coughing as his face began turning red and tears began rolling down the corners of his eyes. With his fingers, Thero began to tickle the boy's uvula and throat, laughing maniacally as Samuel writhed and spluttered, gagging violently and struggling against his bonds.
About ten seconds later, however, he let up, pulling his glove back on and grinning at Samuel.
"Let's have more fun like this", he wheedled at the boy. "You, me, Ceiji..."
"What do you want?" Wong Tjin-fei growled at Thero. "Why are you doing this?"
Thero laughed.
"A good question for another time", he replied. Then, to his soldiers, he added, "Take them to the detention cells and lock them there till further notice. And don't give the naughty boy his clothes back."
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Detention Cell
- Samuel IX
- Stephen Strange
- Wong Tjin-fei
- Seishirō Akita
- Yotsuha Ikegami
- Ackerman
- Frederick II
- Hex
In yet another twist of sadism, Thero had ordered his guards to tightly cuff the prisoners with their hands behind their backs; on top of not being able to do basic functions (itches on the face and so on), that left Samuel's male-ness completely open, with no way to cover himself in the bare, completely unfurnished cell. The most he could do was sit in a corner facing away from the rest; Yocchi, at the opposite corner of the room, had shielded poor Yotsuha in the corner.
"Well, aren't we in a big sticky mess", Wong Tjin-fei grunted, shifting uneasily and attempting to maintain circulation in his wrists.
"I hope Ceiji and Jan-ci are alright", Yotsuha whimpered quietly, in her corner.
Samuel remained silent, his face and chest red.
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