[ Even before the poker touches, Shizuo starts breathing heavier and seems to be trying to lean away from it, or further back, because of how he can feel the heat. Of course the actual damage won't be any different, there's a pained gasp as he bites down on the burning feeling. Because seething through clenched teeth is so much better. ]
[ Yeah, Niles definitely said that. Between that and the residual searing feeling from where he'd been 'branded' already, he didn't really care about how it felt. He started pulling at the chains and bonds. Turned around or not. ]
You're not doing shit. I'm not a knight and there's no damn way I'm becoming that either.
[ There's a groan and seething sound of pain as the skin started to blister. At the very least, as long as he was clenching with the strength he did, Niles would strain his wrist before even really starting to penetrate. ]
Does this kingdom really enjoy their wars that much? To find any excuse...
Are you really so important that people will notice you're missing? Or are you just assuming that the people you were preparing to fight would spread rumors?
[He's done worse than that to torture a guy. He takes the poker and places it directly on Shizuo's ass cheek, pressing it in and seeing how long it would take Shizuo to scream in pain.]
[ Despite not feeling pain upon his capture, Shizuo wasn't a stranger to the sensation. Though he was obviously feeling it, with how much tension was building up in his legs as his toes curled and feet took odd angles. Groaning in pain, he swallowed further feelings down, about to give real information. ]
I'm... On a schedule.
[ One that people knew, but he didn't want to risk them if people like this were in Nohr. ]
[ While he can clearly feel everything that was happening to his ass cheeks, Shizuo clearly knew about pain management instead of simply relying on his pure tolerance. Breathing in deeply through his clenched teeth, his hands and toes were clenched as tightly as they could be. ]
[He removes the poker after the mark grows. He's definitely resistant to torture. Fine by him. He places it down and moves closer, pressing a finger against his hole to see what strength it would take to open him up.]
[ Well, it probably would've been easier if he was relaxed. However feeling anything pressing against his hole had the man clench up to where Niles would end up hurting himself and damage the skin further there to even make a little progress inside. Which didn't even speak to opening it up further. ]
It's called a damn pilgrimage. Some of us go through it in stages, seeing the world. I'll tell you the damn war didn't make things easy!
[ Once again he's pulling at the chains, even though every time they manage to knock him out before they finish breaking, and just keep replacing them while he was unconscious.The whole thing was demeaning and humiliating, not to even touch upon the awkwardness of being against his front as everything had been causing his dick to get hard. All of this sucked.
Yet the worst part was knowing it didn't even matter. Not with how everything was treated so far. At this point, Shizuo wasn't even sure it mattered, even if he was a member of the direct line... ]
[He let out a laugh as the spell was cast to knock him out again. And Niles left the room with a full plan of what to do next.
The goal was to make him a slut instead of a fighter.
While Shizuo was fully knocked out, Niles brought in a small stash of liqour and a few vials of drugs. Enough to make him relaxed and dozy. Not enough to knock him out.
Niles wanted him to feel what was going on.
A bucket of water, colder than the last, was thrown onto him, splashing him awake.]
[ With how many people it took to put him down in the first place, Shizuo would argue that he did a damn good job. Except he's out again, for however long it's been. There was no way to know.
All he knew was that he was being woken up, and the strain in his muscles was probably the second thing he was aware of. The first being the extreme cold that soaked down to his bones. Giving a long groan of discomfort, it's a few more seconds before he starts pulling at the chains. ]
... Wanna go home...
[ Well, he wanted a few things, but that was the ultimate one. Food and water would be nice, not being chained and stuck down here would be better.
It's possible that Shizuo knew that all the responses would be the same, so he went straight for that wish instead. ]
[He moves up towards him and as his mouth is still open, starts to pour in booze, forcing it into him and refusing to let any of it drip out of his mouth.]
Let's see if we can make you less of a risk.
[Lies. So many lies. He's mainly trying to get Shizuo into a pet like state. Something broken and nearly destroyed. And maybe they could sell him for a good price... or keep him for themselves.]
[ Except the bottle is shoved into his mouth enough to force whatever liquid was in there into him. While trying to pull away and thrash his head, the drowsiness of the sleep spell was still potently heavy. Even as he tried to not swallow, there was just a point where enough got him to cough and let the rest of the liquid in.
He had many tolerances to things- there was a reason he didn't drink very often. Just the feeling in his throat and stomach, as the only thing he's had in him after so long, was a harsh reminder. The moment he had the change, there was a demanding question. ]
[He laughs loudly, putting the bottle aside. Now that it was all in him, he grabbed the small vial of liquid and forced that into his mouth as well. This one would start to make him feel drowsy. Filling his head and body with just thoughts of being relaxed.
And if he thought that he could spit up, there's another bottle of booze being poured into his mouth. Forcing him to swallow everything.]
[ And there goes the vial into his mouth, and that's what really hits him like a truck. A wave of haze just passed over, and if he wasn't chained up, that might've gotten him to fall back. Before his senses even came to having the idea of spitting things or, or trying to force himself into vomiting, there's that second bottle burning its way down his throat.
Despite the fact that it would start to hurt, Shizuo let himself be supported by just the shackles as everything that was starting to hit made it hard to really want to keep himself standing. Every time he changed the focus of what he was looking at, it all just seemed to be like a blur. ]
You're just gonna make me sick at this rate... Nothing you actually wanted. Just sick and passed out.
[Shizuo's getting weaker and weaker with every little thing he puts into his mouth, forcing him to swallow. If things were this easy, he'd be doing it a lot more often to him, every time he came down, just to watch him break further and further. And if there was some resistance to it? Well, there could always be stronger potions made.
Speaking of which, another one goes down. This one with a small aphrodisiac, pouring into his body and warming him up.]
After all, what can you do if passed out? And drunk?
[ This bottle was taken with a lot less fighting from Shizuo. His whole body was starting to feel heavy, and that newest one put a heat into his stomach that seemed ready to spread out. He... Wanted to fight and get out, right? But he couldn't seem to bring himself to even try now. ]
Not have to be aware of whatever the hell you do...
[ Except it felt like there was some weird kind of buzzing under his skin. As the weird cocktail started to mix and take effect in his system, Shizuo's breathing started to change as his focus couldn't keep on any single thing that was too far from him. ]
Precisely. And when you wake up again, you'll get all the nice effects of what I've done.
[With a number of the bottles out of the way, he quickly moves behind Shizuo, and licks a finger before pushing it between his cheeks, to press against his hole. Seeing if it would open better than last time.]
[ This time, while there was the obvious pucker and natural reaction that happens when someone isn't used to having something shoved up their asshole, the resistance from earlier was all but gone at this point.
Instead there was this groan of discomfort, though he couldn't really bring his body to move or anything. ]
Yeah. I've got the worst luck in all the kingdoms.
[Perfect. He began to push his finger in and out a few times before starting to push in a second finger, starting to stretch him out a little bit at first.]
Maybe you won't feel like this when I'm done with you.
[ He didn't like the way his body couldn't resist it, or the awareness that this was getting him hard. Shizuo hated it, and the fact that the lucid part of him was losing its hold the more that he was being stretched out. ]
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Date: 2017-09-21 09:43 pm (UTC)[ Even before the poker touches, Shizuo starts breathing heavier and seems to be trying to lean away from it, or further back, because of how he can feel the heat. Of course the actual damage won't be any different, there's a pained gasp as he bites down on the burning feeling. Because seething through clenched teeth is so much better. ]
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Date: 2017-09-21 09:49 pm (UTC)[He removes the poker. That's better. He smirks, and moves to turn Shizuo around, the chains making that part easy.]
Now you're in preparation to be a broken toy. I wonder how long this poker can stay in your ass before you cry.
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Date: 2017-09-21 09:59 pm (UTC)[ Yeah, Niles definitely said that. Between that and the residual searing feeling from where he'd been 'branded' already, he didn't really care about how it felt. He started pulling at the chains and bonds. Turned around or not. ]
You're not doing shit. I'm not a knight and there's no damn way I'm becoming that either.
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Date: 2017-09-27 02:03 am (UTC)[He moved the hot poker in between those cheeks, starting to push against his hole before pulling away.]
Until then? Suffer.
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Date: 2017-09-27 02:40 pm (UTC)Does this kingdom really enjoy their wars that much? To find any excuse...
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Date: 2017-09-28 02:44 am (UTC)[He's done worse than that to torture a guy. He takes the poker and places it directly on Shizuo's ass cheek, pressing it in and seeing how long it would take Shizuo to scream in pain.]
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Date: 2017-09-28 08:19 am (UTC)I'm... On a schedule.
[ One that people knew, but he didn't want to risk them if people like this were in Nohr. ]
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Date: 2017-10-01 07:58 pm (UTC)[He presses it harder, watching the steam come up, and a mark begin to grow. He keeps it there, waiting for him to answer his questions. Or scream.]
And why were you in Nohr?
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Date: 2017-10-01 08:15 pm (UTC)It's... Tradition. Journey.
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Date: 2017-10-01 08:19 pm (UTC)[He removes the poker after the mark grows. He's definitely resistant to torture. Fine by him. He places it down and moves closer, pressing a finger against his hole to see what strength it would take to open him up.]
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Date: 2017-10-01 08:31 pm (UTC)[ Well, it probably would've been easier if he was relaxed. However feeling anything pressing against his hole had the man clench up to where Niles would end up hurting himself and damage the skin further there to even make a little progress inside. Which didn't even speak to opening it up further. ]
It's called a damn pilgrimage. Some of us go through it in stages, seeing the world. I'll tell you the damn war didn't make things easy!
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Date: 2017-10-04 05:46 pm (UTC)And now you're at the end of that pilgrimage. And here's your reward.
[There's work to be done. Magic to be done. He'll find more to destroy his body completely.]
Now. I think it's time to rest.
[The spell to knock Shizuo out is being prepared.]
When you wake in a few days... well... something will change for you.
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Date: 2017-10-04 08:34 pm (UTC)Yet the worst part was knowing it didn't even matter. Not with how everything was treated so far. At this point, Shizuo wasn't even sure it mattered, even if he was a member of the direct line... ]
I actually was at my end. Just had to go home.
[ Shit. Why was this his luck? ]
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Date: 2017-10-05 02:34 am (UTC)[He let out a laugh as the spell was cast to knock him out again. And Niles left the room with a full plan of what to do next.
The goal was to make him a slut instead of a fighter.
While Shizuo was fully knocked out, Niles brought in a small stash of liqour and a few vials of drugs. Enough to make him relaxed and dozy. Not enough to knock him out.
Niles wanted him to feel what was going on.
A bucket of water, colder than the last, was thrown onto him, splashing him awake.]
Good morning.
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Date: 2017-10-05 10:31 am (UTC)All he knew was that he was being woken up, and the strain in his muscles was probably the second thing he was aware of. The first being the extreme cold that soaked down to his bones. Giving a long groan of discomfort, it's a few more seconds before he starts pulling at the chains. ]
... Wanna go home...
[ Well, he wanted a few things, but that was the ultimate one. Food and water would be nice, not being chained and stuck down here would be better.
It's possible that Shizuo knew that all the responses would be the same, so he went straight for that wish instead. ]
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Date: 2017-10-12 03:55 pm (UTC)[He moves up towards him and as his mouth is still open, starts to pour in booze, forcing it into him and refusing to let any of it drip out of his mouth.]
Let's see if we can make you less of a risk.
[Lies. So many lies. He's mainly trying to get Shizuo into a pet like state. Something broken and nearly destroyed. And maybe they could sell him for a good price... or keep him for themselves.]
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Date: 2017-10-12 07:52 pm (UTC)[ Except the bottle is shoved into his mouth enough to force whatever liquid was in there into him. While trying to pull away and thrash his head, the drowsiness of the sleep spell was still potently heavy. Even as he tried to not swallow, there was just a point where enough got him to cough and let the rest of the liquid in.
He had many tolerances to things- there was a reason he didn't drink very often. Just the feeling in his throat and stomach, as the only thing he's had in him after so long, was a harsh reminder. The moment he had the change, there was a demanding question. ]
What the hell did you just force me to drink?
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Date: 2017-10-18 02:55 pm (UTC)[He laughs loudly, putting the bottle aside. Now that it was all in him, he grabbed the small vial of liquid and forced that into his mouth as well. This one would start to make him feel drowsy. Filling his head and body with just thoughts of being relaxed.
And if he thought that he could spit up, there's another bottle of booze being poured into his mouth. Forcing him to swallow everything.]
I told you what I was going to do.
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Date: 2017-10-18 09:01 pm (UTC)[ And there goes the vial into his mouth, and that's what really hits him like a truck. A wave of haze just passed over, and if he wasn't chained up, that might've gotten him to fall back. Before his senses even came to having the idea of spitting things or, or trying to force himself into vomiting, there's that second bottle burning its way down his throat.
Despite the fact that it would start to hurt, Shizuo let himself be supported by just the shackles as everything that was starting to hit made it hard to really want to keep himself standing. Every time he changed the focus of what he was looking at, it all just seemed to be like a blur. ]
You're just gonna make me sick at this rate... Nothing you actually wanted. Just sick and passed out.
[ Only if he was so lucky. Shizuo was not. ]
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Date: 2017-10-28 02:58 am (UTC)[Shizuo's getting weaker and weaker with every little thing he puts into his mouth, forcing him to swallow. If things were this easy, he'd be doing it a lot more often to him, every time he came down, just to watch him break further and further. And if there was some resistance to it? Well, there could always be stronger potions made.
Speaking of which, another one goes down. This one with a small aphrodisiac, pouring into his body and warming him up.]
After all, what can you do if passed out? And drunk?
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Date: 2017-10-28 03:31 am (UTC)Not have to be aware of whatever the hell you do...
[ Except it felt like there was some weird kind of buzzing under his skin. As the weird cocktail started to mix and take effect in his system, Shizuo's breathing started to change as his focus couldn't keep on any single thing that was too far from him. ]
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Date: 2017-11-04 06:01 am (UTC)[With a number of the bottles out of the way, he quickly moves behind Shizuo, and licks a finger before pushing it between his cheeks, to press against his hole. Seeing if it would open better than last time.]
Aren't you lucky?
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Date: 2017-11-06 03:24 pm (UTC)Instead there was this groan of discomfort, though he couldn't really bring his body to move or anything. ]
Yeah. I've got the worst luck in all the kingdoms.
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Date: 2017-11-19 06:08 am (UTC)Maybe you won't feel like this when I'm done with you.
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Date: 2017-11-19 06:25 am (UTC)[ He didn't like the way his body couldn't resist it, or the awareness that this was getting him hard. Shizuo hated it, and the fact that the lucid part of him was losing its hold the more that he was being stretched out. ]
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