Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

He wasn't expecting her to play along, but the second that she reached around and grabbed herself a weapon, his face cracked and he let out a laugh before he forced himself to recover. Dropping down the last few feet, his bare feet hit the cold tile with a soft sound and he quickly reached up to grab the pot that was starting to fall off.

"So you want to fight, do you?" he said, his tone still trying to impersonate a guard as he brought the pot down and in front of his chest to act as a shield.

"Just give up criminal! And I might take you to jail ali-Augh!"

As Sayori brings the ladle down against his makeshift weapon, Quint let's out a fake sound of pain before quickly dropping the pan down onto the floor and dramatically falling down onto his back, his tentacles working to keep him from hurting himself as he hit the hard floor. Once he was down, he splays his arms and legs out like he is dead.

"You won't kill me so easily, criminal!" he says, though he makes no move to get up. Instead what he does is bring his extra limbs underneath his back and use them to turn his now 'limp' body so that it bumps against the doorway before moving down slightly, and then turning in a slow circle.

"I'll fight until the last breath leaves my body! HUAR!"

With his arms and legs still laying helplessly against the ground, he uses his limbs to reverse the direction and slowly bump his head back in the frame of the entrance, then back towards Sayori, and then back against the wood once more.

 

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Sayori kept her distance a bit from where he was on the floor, not wanting to make things awkward by having him accidentally see up her dress. Part of her wondered if Kuznet allowed Quint underwear, or whether he was going commando just like herself and Cora. She decided that at some point, she was going to absolutely scour the room for underwear, as there had to be at least one pair somewhere. Not that she would have wanted Quint to see her underwear either, but it would at least alleviate a little embarrassment.

His movements made her giggle, her hand coming up over her mouth as she watched his head limply bumping against the wood frame. He did the guard voice so well and it reminded her of a time in one of her video game sessions where a guard had glitched and been stuck waist-deep into the floor, the animation looking as though he was trying his damndest to reach her, the poor thing.

Crouching, she stealth-walked to his pot, picking it up and starting to walk away with it, though she straightened up when she was a few feet away. Looking back at him, she grinned and said, “oh, hold on for just a moment. I need to go eat thirty potatoes, two cheese wheels, a human heart, and some chili that’s been in my pack for three weeks.”

It was almost as though fate itself had reached down at the perfect moment, the woman’s stomach growling, her face becoming surprised before changing into a sheepish expression. “Maybe I’ll have twenty cabbages as well.”

 

[Drobabes]

Though he didn't quite giggle like she did, he did finally give in and start laughing. His hands came up from his sides to cover his face, the mirth swelling through him giving him a momentary high and stress relief. He still felt guilty, but he wanted to take it as a good sign that she still wanted to be playful with him. He was just wiping the tears from his eyes when he noticed her 'stealing' his 'bucket', and what she had to say next had him losing it again. It was only the fact that she needed some real food that finally got him up off the floor, after having rolled over onto his side and then doing a bit of a pushup to get back on his feet.


"Well, I don't know about human hearts...actually, I'm not even going to look. Cabbage though, I think we can do. How about some coleslaw and sandwiches?"

He made his way over to the fridge, not even giving it much of a second thought. After all, he had yet to go without the basic comforts of electricity, except when Kuznet deemed it best to punish him, so it hadn't really sunk in yet, that to have a fridge at all was now a luxury. Moving a few things aside, and using his extra limbs to act as a helping hand, he soon had all the ingredients out on the counter to make a good leftover chicken sandwich with fresh lettuce, tomatoes, pickles on the side, and a half a cabbage to chop up for coleslaw.

"Now, where did he put the knives...don't tell me he took those away too...aha! Here we go!"

Instead of pulling out a butcher knife, or even just a regular steak knife, Quint instead had a butter knife in his hand. It wasn't what he would have preferred, but it was at least serrated enough to get he job done.

"Hey, Sayori, I um..."

He had been standing at the counter with his back turned towards her, but when he called out her name, his voice had dropped down in volume just a bit and he had turned to look over his shoulder with a somewhat more serious expression. His blue eyes met hers for a brief second before they flicked up towards the entrance, and past it, towards the stairs.

"Mm," he said clearing his throat a little bit and turning back to the cabbage.

"How's your hand feeling? I can apply more of that gel if you need it..."

Just a few seconds after he asked his question, Cora could be heard coming into the kitchen, the dress she had been wearing now in her hands. It was slightly folded and wet, looking as if she had washed it in the sink, or perhaps the shower, and the new outfit she was wearing didn't look to be very comfortable. It did, however, seem to give her a bit more support on her chest, so perhaps that was why she chose it.

"Hey Quint, do you know who's here?" she asked, unfolding the dress slightly.

He looked over his shoulder and shook his head, before turning and walking over to a window while saying "one sec". He then opened it and climbed up on the counter a bit so he could stick his head out. He looked left, and then right, before taking in a long and deep breath and letting it out slowly. After that, he came back in and shut the window.

"I don't think anyone is here right now, or at least, I can't smell 'em. He's probably just watching the cameras."

His head turned slightly to look into one of the little screens, tucked up in the very corner of the kitchen, and he gave it a shit eating grin as he waved before turning back to the sandwiches and grabbing a few plates for them.

 

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After his suggestion in cuisine, he was met with a nod and noise of agreement. "Mm! That would be great." She watched him gather the ingredients, thinking to herself that it was actually kind of cool that she was going to be able to eat a meal prepared by him. There was something to say for eating meals with friends when the food was prepared with care and affection, and she found herself even more hungry as se imagined sinking her teeth into a delicious chicken sandwich.

"Hey, Sayori, I um..."

Sayori met his gaze and waited, her look of soft contentment giving way to apprehension. She wasn't sure if she was ready for this conversation, to talk about how she had hurt him. What could she say? What could ever start to make up for the betrayal that she had committed. It felt like if he said the words out loud that it would make it more real, that it would force them to face it head-on and the thought of it made her so afraid. What if she said something that only drove the knife in deeper? It was selfish, but she was terrified of losing him as a friend. Even if he was still physically there, if he treated her coldly she knew she would eventually freeze to death between him and the icy stare of the General.

"Mm. ... How's your hand feeling? I can apply more of that gel if you need it..."

A little breath of relief was let out, though she hoped he hadn't heard it. "Oh, um. Well, it feels a lot better actually." It was raised to be appraised by her, looking over the remnants of the cuts. The speed at which his goop could heal things was truly amazing, the cuts looking as though they were a little more than halfway healed at this point.

She glanced at Cora as she entered and added, "I think the cuts will probably be healed by this evening, maybe even by dinner. A fresh coat might help though, so I suppose it couldn't hurt if you wanted to apply more."

Cora was then given a little smile, the petite woman listening as they discussed who was to be their "guardian" while the others were away.

"I don't think anyone is here right now, or at least, I can't smell 'em. He's probably just watching the cameras."

Her eyes looked at the camera and widened as Quint made his almost flippant display. She hadn't even noticed any cameras around, especially since they weren't super apparent. That was probably his intention as well- to make sure that any normal guests weren't going to notice them unless they were looking for them, in which case... they probably wouldn't be looking for them for long. How many of those cameras were in the house she wondered, her skin starting to crawl a bit as her brown eyes scanned around the room.

Logic seemed to suggest that if he was willing to leave them alone, the cameras were likely hidden most everywhere. Her stomach dropped as she realized that it was also possible that there was one in their bathroom. It was entirely possible that he had seen everything, even that momentary lapse where she had considered evading him with the ultimate escape. He couldn't be watching all the time, though, so maybe he hadn't seen it. He couldn't possibly be recording the footage from every single camera, that would just be excessive. She tried to calm her quickly-beating heart with that thought, hoping beyond hope that he didn't say anything to the other two if he did know.

They all already knew how horrible life was there, how utterly demoralizing it was to be treated like a pet and used for his sadistic gratification. Still, she didn't want to see the looks on their faces as they were told how she had almost betrayed them in a way. Her face went slightly pale and she looked down at her shoes for a moment before moving to one of the cabinets where she had seen some glasses and mugs. Maybe a drink would calm her down a little, perhaps even some water.

 

[Drobabes]

"Alright, well," Cora said, turning towards the entrance again. She could see that Quint was making her a plate too, but she had absolutely no appetite, so she hoped to use the dress as an excuse to escape. Even to have just a moment alone to think would be such a blessing, and she knew that after she had a little solitude, she could at least pretend to be in a better mood for them.

"I'm going to go hang this up to dry. I'll be right back."

"Hey!"

Quint had glanced away from the condiments that he was using to make the sauce for the coleslaw, his eyes having caught Sayori moving towards the cupboards. He was about to go over and help her find a cup, but Cora announcing that she was heading outside made him turn around to get her attention. She stopped and looked back at him, trying to keep her posture neutral.

"Leave the front door open, okay?" he said, his brows knitting a bit in worry.

"Quinton..."

Her own face took on a bit of worry as well, but by the way she suddenly crossed her arms and angled her left foot away from him, he knew she was about to say something to express her annoyance with him, so he preemptively brought his hands up towards his chest a bit and gave her a goofy grin. It was just a slight little shift in body language, but it always got to her and made her soften her voice, because, despite how much he got under her skin, whenever he did that it always reminded her of a sad little puppy tucking it's tail between it's legs and trying to apologize. And dammit if it didn't work every time.

"I'm not going to do anything stupid. I'm just hanging the dress up so I don't piss him off."

"Alright, alright, easy spitfire."

He laughed when she rolled her eyes at him, and turned back to Sayori when she walked out. The grin that was on his face dropped away when he saw her face though, and though she didn't look scared at the moment, he could easily see that the color had drained from her cheeks. And now that he had noticed that, it became more apparent by the smell in the air that she was sweating just a bit.

"Sayori," he said, his voice taking on that worried tone as he walked over to her and put his hand up to feel her forehead.

"Are you alright? Did you lose more blood upstairs when you cut yourself? Here, maybe you should sit down."

He started to guide her over to the kitchen table, though he wasn't trying to be pushy, but rather, simply moving his hand to the small over her back. Quint really wanted to just scoop her up and make her sit down, but he knew she likely wouldn't appreciate that very much, especially if she wasn't that sick, or if she really didn't want to sit down. Still, he really didn't like seeing her feeling at all down, even if it was only mild.

 

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Sayori was too deep in thought and focused on finding a cup for herself to pay attention to their exchange all that much. Unfortunately the cups and such were on the second level which was a bit of a reach, the woman having been about to go up on her tip-toes before she heard Quint say her name.

Turning her head, she watched him approach, that cool hand lighting upon her forehead like a concerned parent’s might. She wondered to herself why he was doing that- did she look sickly or something? It was true that she was a bit mortified from the realization regarding the cameras and all that the General had seen, but she didn’t think that would affect her appearance very much if at all. Though it was brief, she found that she did like the cool hand upon her skin, finding the physical contact to be comforting at the moment.

“Are you alright? Did you lose more blood upstairs when you cut yourself? Here, maybe you should sit down."

She started to be swept away by him and that guiding hand at the small of her back. There wasn’t really any good argument she could come up with as to why she could stay in the kitchen with him, so she allowed herself to be taken to the chair, tucking her skirt underneath herself before sitting down.

“It wasn’t that much blood, and I’m not feeling sick or anything. I just...” The woman got a conflicted look on her face, wondering how best to express herself without giving too much away. He was already trying to be good to her despite what had happened and she had no doubt that he felt a bit responsible for her wellbeing. To tell him what happened in the bathroom was wholly unnecessary and would only burden him more than she already did. That also went for the fact that she now knew that Kuznet was likely going to punish her at some point, according to Cora.

Clearing her throat, she hugged herself and said in a quiet voice, “the idea of the cameras... everywhere, disturbs me in a very profound way. I know we were watched in the cell but he didn’t have them everywhere. I also... have other things on my mind.” Her face was still a bit pale as her worried eyes glanced at the camera over his shoulder. Now that she knew it was there, it was hard not to look at it every now and then. “Still. I’m fine, I think maybe I just need something to eat and I’ll feel better.” When those big brown eyes of hers returned to him, she offered a little smile that didn’t reach those eyes.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora walked around the side of the house to the small clothes line that they had, where she could hang the dress. While she wasn't exactly frightened of who might be around, she still kept looking around a bit, not wanting to be snuck up on. The dogs followed her, and after she had used the pins to secure the dress, she bent down to pet the one that was standing closest to her.

"I can't remember if you are Rick, or Astley," she said, moving her fingers to the back of it's ears, which made the dog start to lift it's leg to scratch. She smiled, finding it to be pretty cute that she had found the dogs good scratching spot. It reminded her a bit of how Bowie would slowly turn his head to help guide her finger to just the right spot under his jaw. The smile faded from her face, and she moved her hand up to just pat it's furry head.

She wondered if he was alright. He had been up in that tree when they had come to get her, and though she knew the snake would have likely done anything to protect her, Cora was so very thankful that he had stayed there. If Kuznet had saw him...

Was he with Damien now? We're they keeping each other safe?

She wiped the tears from her face and let out a shaky breath as she stood, making her way back inside. She paused just as she was coming into the kitchen, though, seemingly not yet having been seen by them yet. Leaning herself against the frame of the entrance, she let her arms come up to loosely cross over her chest, watching with quiet curiosity as her brother talked to Sayori.

"the idea of the cameras... everywhere, disturbs me in a very profound way."

His blue jeweled eyes were a bit intense as they watched her-so caught up with worry, and what had happened between them back at the cells was the last thing on his mind. When she explained, however, he couldn't help but briefly glance over his shoulder and then let his shoulders down just a bit as he turned his gaze back to her, his worry quickly becoming replaced with a bit of a hard and, slightly melancholic look.

Though he was usually pretty good about how he acted around other people, Sayori had a way of making him forget to be so mindful. He felt almost completely relaxed within her company, and for a while, had forgotten that what was normal and simply a fact of life to him, was absolutely terrifying, and as she had said, disturbing, to others. It was not, and never should have been, normal to be watched so closely. To have absolutely no privacy what so ever, and to be...completely at the mercy of any perceived wrongdoings. Of course she was freaked out. And beyond that, Quint now realized that he was getting used to it again, and that disturbed him in much the same manner.

He couldn't become complacent. He needed to keep his head on his shoulders and never stop looking for a way out. They had done it once before, he and Francisco, and they could do it again.

"I also... have other things on my mind."

He turned his eyes back to her again, not realizing that she may be talking about a possible punishment later, but instead assuming that she might be thinking of her sister. If that were the case, then he didn't want to push her into those uncomfortable feelings so when she offered him a little out, he took it.

"Well if it's food you need, then I definitely got you covered."

He returned her smile with a similar one before he skipped off to the kitchen once more. As soon as he left, Cora came out from her hiding spot and joined Sayori at the table, offering just a tired smile and waiting for Quint to bring them their food.

After lunch, Cora and Quint informed Sayori that while they could simply play card games or entertain themselves, they were also expected to clean and do chores. And while the chores were not really anything hard-mostly dusting and some deep cleaning, if they were not done each day, there would be hell to pay. Once they were done, there wasn't really anything else to do, so Quint started up a round of Black Jack to keep their minds off things until dinner.

Cora kept beating Quint with ease, which earned his ire more than a few rounds and led to some accusations of cheating.

"I'm wearing a dress Quint, where would I keep the extra cards?"

"Probably up your ass" he grumbled, grabbing their stack of cards and shuffling them once more.

"Your such a big baby. What do you want to do, play go fish? Do you think you would have better luck with that-"

Cora flinched when she heard the front door shut, and though she didn't look over her shoulder, she already knew who it was.

 

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She could see the worry in his eyes, but it quickly changed to something else. It was a bit difficult to read for her, almost seeming as though he was thinking about his own inner battle with the cameras. It couldn’t have been easy living most of his life with someone’s eyes looking over his shoulder almost every second. He probably didn’t think of it much, or rather tried to put it out of his mind. If one didn’t, then it would be just one more thing on the pile of awful circumstances they found themselves in.

Sayori was glad he hadn’t pushed her to talk more, watching as he mustered up a faux sense of cheerfulness and galivanted off to the kitchen. Her eyes lingered on him, thinking to herself how strong he must have had to be in order to get through his life with the General. She sighed and only then noticed Cora coming in, returning her smile and nodding in greeting. The lunch was delicious, as expected, and she listened intently when they informed her about the expectations regarding chores. It made sense, seeing as the General didn’t have the time for it, and none of the other officers could be expected to do it. Of course she pitched in, taking direction from both of them as to what needed to be done.

Sayori enjoyed the card games, liking that they all got to play together and spend time. It was much better than thinking about Quint being holed up in that awful basement in the shed where it was lonely and cold.

“I'm wearing a dress Quint, where would I keep the extra cards?"

"Probably up your ass"

“Pffft!” Sayori couldn’t help but chuckle at his grumpy little reply. It seemed as though Cora’s card-playing prowess was simply too powerful, so it was extremely amusing to watch Quint become increasingly pouty. She had a glint of mirth in her eye as she waited for Cora to finish her sentence, but as she heard the door shut as well, that glint was extinguished almost immediately, the woman not deigning to look at the door for fear of meeting his eyes.

It could have been any of the other officers, but she got the sinking feeling that it was the General. After all, if he was going to punish her, then he would probably do so sooner rather than later. Once again, Sayori paled and felt her own apprehension starting to take hold. Her hands started to anxiously fiddle with the edge of her dress as she waited, her hand completely healed as though it hadn’t been damaged early that morning.

 

[Drobabes]

As was usual, Kuznet took his time entering his own home, hanging his outer clothing and hat in their appropriate places and offering them no words of warm greeting, or even a hello.

Cora sat up and started to straighten her hair down, making sure she looked proper while Quint stacked and tucked the cards away neatly, putting them back in their proper place. He was just pulling his own shirt down, making sure it had no obvious wrinkles, when Kuznet strolled into the room, his icy eyes taking each of them in briefly before they landed on Sayori.

Without saying a word, he walked to her. Slowly. Taking his time and enjoying each second that his three little pets sat in fearful silence. His ice cold eyes only glanced away from her briefly as the movement of Cora's hand caught his gaze and made him smile with amusement. His beautiful little doll had reached out to latch her brothers wrist with a white knuckled grip, no doubt meant to keep him in line lest he earn them all a punishment.

"Hello my little bird" he said softly, his eyes going down to admire her once again as his hand reached out to stroke under her jaw.

"Come with me."

 

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He sure was taking his time, Sayori thought to herself anxiously. Each time she heard a bootstep deliberately upon the floor, she was painfully aware of how quickly her heart was beating.

"Hello my little bird... Come with me."

Ah, so it was to happen as soon as he got home, was it? She supposed that to wait would only be delaying the inevitable, so perhaps it was better that he was simply cutting to the chase. It didn't do anything to ease her fear though, the woman swallowing as she looked up at him at the behest of that large hand of his.

"Yes," was all she said in response, those large brown eyes then flicking away from him. It was all she really could say, her mouth as dry as the desert. The woman stood, smoothing her dress's skirt a bit before waiting to follow him. She didn't dare look at Quint or Cora, knowing that it would only make it more difficult for her if she saw their worried faces. In addition, she didn't want Quint to try to do anything for her like he had previously. In that way she was very grateful for the way Cora had grabbed Quint's hand, knowing that he might have needed a reminder to stay quiet.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora's eyes wouldn't have been able to meet Sayori's even if she had looked to her, as they were practically glued to the table-all of her concentration being on what Quint's body language was saying from her peripheral. But, as soon as Kuznet and Sayori's backs were turned towards them, she finally looked up to watch them leave.

The second the door shut, she had to quickly reach out and grab onto Quint, pulling him back into her lap as he shook. She could hear how labored his breathing was, like he was fighting not to have a full on meltdown, and it only added to her own fear for Sayori.

"Quinton! Quinton, don't. You can't. I know you care about her but you'll only make it worse."

"He's going to break her!" he whined, his breathing giving way to a heavy sob as he let her wrap him up in a hug. Kuznet had started off slowly, as slowly as a monster like him could, but it was only escalating with each day that she was under his boot and Quint was terrified that if the mental mindfuck games didn't get to her, then surely this would. Pain was a whole other ballgame, and he was doubtful that Sayori had what it took to keep playing.

"No he won't. We won't let him, okay? Look at me. Quinton, look at me!"

He looked up, his misty eyes taking in her determined gaze.

"We're going to be here for her when she comes back, okay? Be strong for her. Like you were for me. Alright?"

With a shuddering breath, he reluctantly nodded. Her hands moved up once more and pulled him against her chest, holding him tightly as her wet eyes went back to the door.
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"Were you expecting me, Sayori?" he asked as he led them out into the yard. The sun was low, but not quite setting yet, and his huge hand on her shoulder could feel the warmth of her skin under his calloused palm.

 

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While she had expected for him to lead her away to somewhere private, she hadn't expected to be taken outside. It seemed like an odd place for a punishment, and she couldn't help but worry that perhaps he was considering releasing her into the woods to see how long she would last or pushing her off the cliff to see if she would survive. However, as they walked, she realized that there was indeed another place he could take her: the shed. It almost made her shudder to think that it might be their destination, not knowing what he planned to do.

"Were you expecting me, Sayori?"

She stiffened slightly under his hand, quickly trying to think of a good answer to that. Playing naïve and saying that "she was definitely expecting him to return to the house since it was his" wouldn't work. They both knew what he meant, and she imagined he wouldn't appreciate an answer that insulted his intelligence. The way Cora had talked about the punishment, she wasn't sure whether Kuznet would be angry that she knew about it or not, seeing as he himself hadn't said anything about it. She didn't want to get Cora in trouble for trying to help her though, so she decided to answer with a mixed truth.

A nod was given before she swallowed again and answered. "Yes. Officer Francisco once threatened that if I ever tried to hurt myself that I would wish I had succeeded, so I assumed that you might be upset that I... took so long to clean up my mess this morning. I only just learned about the cameras this evening." While this was true, it wasn't the full truth; hopefully it would satisfy him though.

 

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A small smirk of amusement tugged at the corners of his lips, and his hand moved up to weave through her soft hair until he could get get a tight, but not yet painful, grip.

"Such an honest little bird. That is good, Sayori. Honesty is an important rule here, you will find."

He was quiet after that, simply leading them across the yard and to the place that Sayori had indeed feared-the toolshed where Quint had been kept, down that long flight of stairs.

"As I recall, you did not harm yourself any further" he said, pausing before the doors of the shed. His grip in her hair loosened and he took a step behind her, his huge body looming over her petite frame as his hands came up to stroke her shoulders with unnecessary force, those thick digits no doubt leaving bruises in her soft skin.

"So my little bird, why do you think it is that we are here?"

 

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When the toolshed came into sight and they stopped before it, she felt a shiver go down her spine. Would he quickly punish her and have her back in time for dinner, or would he simply lock her down there like he had with Quint?

"As I recall, you did not harm yourself any further"

She simply nodded, wondering why they had come to a stop. Perhaps she would be lucky today and he would simply give her a warning, letting her know that if it happened again, he would take her into the shed for a punishment. Of course it made her uncomfortable that he chose to move behind her, making her feel more vulnerable and helpless than she already was. Who knew what expression he had on his face right now, but she knew she didn't want to find out.

It hurt, the feeling of his hands pushing against her arms, making her squirm ever-so-slightly. The action reminded her of a child petting their dog simply too hard, pretending to be nice in their action while secretly being pleased at the power they were exerting on the defenseless animal. It was no secret that he was probably enjoying this though. Based on what Cora had said, he had specifically orchestrated the incident with the vase out of a desire to punish her, as though he needed an excuse to crush her under his boot.

"So my little bird, why do you think it is that we are here?"

"If it's not due to that, then we can only be here because I was careless and broke your vase." Sayori lifted her hand and glanced at it, her soft hand sporting no scars nor any remaining cuts. Her hand shook slightly as she lowered it down again, wishing she could simply run until her legs wouldn't carry her any farther.

 

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A small chuckle rumbled through his large frame before he bent down to place his lips near her ear, his hot breath soon being felt as it tickled the fine hairs on her skin.

"Honest, obedient, and very observant..." he whispered as his hands slowly trailed down from her shoulders and to her torso, where he all but wrapped them completely around her chest-his fingers resting just beneath her breasts.

"But clumsy."

His cold eyes looked at her face for a lingering moment before glancing at the door, and then back to her with a twisted little smile.

"I will have to teach you how to stay on your feet, little bird."

Standing back up to his full height, he brought his hand down to the small of her back and guided them into the shed. Once inside, he opened the entrance to the staircase and directed her to descend, stepping in behind her and ensuring that she had no escape.

 

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Her shoulder came up just slightly as she cringed uncomfortably, the wisp of his breath unwelcome so close to her sensitive ear. What was even more unwelcome was the way his hands rested around her. They were so big, she knew her body probably felt as light as a feather to him whenever he would pick her up. Those awful hands had done such awful things to her, countless others and... Quint.

"Honest, obedient, and very observant... but clumsy."

The truth of the matter was that she wasn't a clumsy woman; she had good balance and was adept at putting on a show when making drinks for people. If the floor hadn't been wet, she wouldn't have slipped, and if her hands hadn't had lotion on them, she would have been able to keep herself from knocking over the vase or falling over. He had manufactured a situation that most anyone would have been trapped in, and his words only reinforced this to her. She was far too compliant for him to be able to punish unless he himself created something outside of her control for her to fail at.

That all being said, she bit her tongue and didn't correct him, knowing that to do so would only give him more ammunition to be even more ruthless toward her.

"I will have to teach you how to stay on your feet, little bird."

The statement made her shiver, walking forward when his hand went to her back to direct her. When they were within the entrance to the hidden basement, she briefly glanced over her shoulder, her anxious eyes saw his enormous body blocking her in and she knew there was not a thing she could do to save herself.

Sayori walked down the steps, ever aware of his presence behind her as she descended. When she reached the bottom, she started to tremble slightly, her nerves starting to get the better of her.

"Are you going to whip me?" she asked in a small voice, wanting to at least know what going to happen.

 

[Drobabes]

There was silence from behind her for a moment before the coolness of his fingers could be felt upon her skin, toying with the pearl necklace, where she had done her best to secure it on her neck. Suddenly it became loose, and he pulled it away from her to deposit it in his pocket.

"Will I have to teach you patience as well, little bird?"

That cold hand on her shoulder once more, guiding her not to the door that Quint had been behind, but, the once next to it. Reaching a hand out, he lifted the simple lock and then pushed the door inward, revealing a room that was well lit and looked like something out of a masochists wet dream. There were all manner of cruel devices whose purpose only seemed to be to cause pain. There were chains on the ground as well as along the walls, and scattered throughout the large room were varying pieces of furniture such as chairs, tables, and skinny long shelves that could have passed as tables themselves, had they not been sporting harsh metal handcuffs on each leg of support. To call these items furniture, however, would have been a cruel lie. They were too cold, hard, and sterile. Like something out of a laboratory used for testing, and indeed, that's exactly where they had been at one point before finding themselves in this dark den of doom.

Along one wall, arranged in a meticulously neat display, hung a slew of cruel toys. Whips, clamps, spiked collars, knives, hooks, and all manner of prods, along with a few things that were difficult to identify at first glance.

"Step inside little bird, and then take your dress off. You're necklace I will keep until I feel you have earned it back."

 

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"Will I have to teach you patience as well, little bird?"

She shook her head adamantly, taking the statement and his fingers on her neck to be a threat. It seemed as though he was excited to be taking her here, and that he intended on savoring each moment for its maximum potential. Though one good thing was that he had taken the pearl necklace from her, Sayori thinking to herself that he should just keep that cursed piece of jewelry.

"Step inside little bird, and then take your dress off. You're necklace I will keep until I feel you have earned it back."

Abiding by the "suggestion" of the hand on her shoulder, she moved as he wished, stepping into the room he had opened before realizing just what kind of place he had taken her. She had expected something awful, but this took the cake. Her wide-eyes darted around the room, having only seen such a place once before in the underground of the base. However, for some reason this place seemed much more sinister, as though the screams of the past had been captured and kept in the room with no escape.

Of course there were several "toys" she recognized, but there were also things she could only guess the use for. Her face went a bit pale and she hoped to god that she would survive this. After a moment of staring at the tools in abject horror, she realized that his patience was only so much.

The dress had been originally chosen for the ease of taking it on and off, so she had no trouble disrobing. First she took off her shoes, stepping out of them once the latches were undone, then she rolled down her stockings, putting them into each of the shoes for when she had to put them back on. When it was time, her shaking hands pulled her dress up and over her head, taking it and draping it over her arm. There was a shelf nearby and she walked to it, folding the dress and setting it down, making sure that the shoes were set neatly against the wall as well.

She turned toward him, shrinking slightly under his gaze as she waited for him to say something.

 

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There was a strip of metal grate near the far right wall, measuring about ten feet in length. Above it hung a large hook that seemed to be set up on a type of pulley, and hanging from the hook itself was a thick rope, with hard metal handcuffs attached at the end. At the end of the grate, with a series of other ropes and parts, was a crude, but clean and efficient, looking system for the pulley. There were about four handles, each above the other, that could likely be cranked to adjust the hook.

He watched her with patience born of a monster knowing that it would get exactly what he wanted, and although her silken skin and petite figure were quite satisfying to his appetite, it was the look on her face that slaked his lust.

Kuznet waited for the silence to become heavy, his eyes boring down into her with a soft look as he let them leisurely stroll over her form, taking in every pleasing curve before coming back up to those delicious doe eyes. When he had had his fill, and only to add a bit of salt to his meal, he turned away from her and shut the door heavily, making sure that the sound of being locked into the cage was echoed throughout the chamber. Then, and only then, did he finally approach her and lead her to the hook.

 

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She walked with him toward the grate, looking around fearfully as she wondered what exactly he was going to do. There were simply too many possibilities and that bothered her immensely. Like he had insinuated, she wasn't very patient, at least when it came to unknown danger. Sayori wanted to know what would happen at the very least in order to try to mentally prepare for it. The General seemed to have gotten that memo, but had metaphorically tossed it in the bin and completely ignored it.

As they stopped, she put her hands around herself slightly in an attempt to at least get a bit of warmth over her naked form. While it was uncomfortably cold in that room, it wasn't the temperature that gave her goosebumps- it was the way he simply stood there and looked at her without saying a word. For a while they stood there, and it almost seemed like he was waiting for something, those icy eyes appraising her without giving her an inkling as to what he was thinking.

Was she supposed to say something or remain silent? Did he expect something of her or was he just taking his time. Her shoulders started to tense a bit more, the woman only becoming more anxious as the silence deafened her. She had been avoiding his eyes, but when she couldn't take it anymore, she looked up at him and opened her mouth just as he turned away toward the door and go to it.

The woman could only watch as he reached out and closed them into the room, that harsh metal metal sound jarring her ears slightly as he locked it. It almost felt like he was putting the final nail in the coffin for her, making it so that even if she ran to the door and clawed at it, it would be utterly useless. She was locked in this dungeon room with a monster more fearsome than any one might find in one's nightmares, and he was hungry for something that would surely cause her suffering.

When he finally came back over to her, she actually took a step back away from him for a moment, carried away with the fear for a second before she came back to her senses. She swallowed as she stopped herself, her legs trembling as she moved back near him to move to the hook at his behest. By the look of it, he was going to hang her up there by her wrists.

"General, please..." She knew it probably wouldn't help at all, but she couldn't help but utter that little plea as she looked up at him. Her brown eyes were a bit glossy at this point, the stress starting to really build within her.

 

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"General, please..."

He stepped forward and brought a hand up to chin, tilting her head back just a bit as he gave her a little "shh, shh", and for just the briefest of seconds, his face took on that kind and gentle expression that had lured her so easily into his trap.

"It is quite alright, little bird. I will not let you bleed out."

After that little 'reassurance', his expression melted into a look of determination and demented pleasure as his lips twisted up into that sick grin. In just the briefest second, he had a hold of her wrists, yanking them up painfully and forcing her petite little hands into the cuffs. Once they were locked in, he tightened them until they were snug, knowing that he wouldn't need to tighten them to a painful amount. Her own body weight and yanking would do that job for him.

Once he was sure she was secured, he turned away from her and began to leisurely stroll over to the handles. He was in such a good mood as he walked, completely ignoring the little lamb behind him, that he might have whistled a tune had he been the type of man to get any joy from music. As it were, he simply reached out and stroked the smooth, cold, metal for a moment before twisting it down and around. Immediately, Sayori would begin to feel pull from the cuffs, all of her weight being pulled up until the pads of her feet were just barely able to light upon the ground. And, once she was pulled tight, the General then reached down to the second handle and began to twist it.

A bit of a quiet mechanical sound was heard, and from the holes in the grates rose up dark, metal spikes, about as thick as toothpicks and spaced out from one another so as to ensure that stepping on multiple ones at the same time would not support her weight, what-so-ever. They would dig into the tender flesh of her feet, though they would go no further than perhaps a millimeter. The General had to keep his promise, after all. She would not bleed out...enough to die.

"Now, Sayori," he said, his eyes glancing down at the grating before looking at her feet. She was quite the flexible little doll, and he thought to himself that he may have to remedy that, lest she simply rest her feet outside the very edge of the grating.

"Seeing as you are still new to my home, I am going to consider this a necessary lesson. An introduction."

As he spoke, he strode over to the other side of the room, and from one of the tables, procured a leg bar. On it's ends were not the soft and fuzzy cuffs that normally came along with sex toys, oh no. These cuffs were sporting small, albeit somewhat blunt, spikes on the inside. They were designed to dig into the skin, rather than cut, but they would be no less painful if one struggled too hard, or for too long.

"But should your clumsiness ever become a problem again, I will not hold back. This is your first, and final warning, and I intend to make sure it sticks."

He came to her once more, bending down and securing each ankle within the bar, and then letting his hands travel up the insides of her thighs as he stood. Once he reached her warm core, he petted her almost lovingly as his lips sought out her neck for a brief kiss before he released her again and strode back over to the handles. Reaching down, he turned a handle that he had yet to use, and all at once, Sayori was yanked forward an inch. And then another.

He made sure that she was completely standing on the spikes, with no way to go back or get off, before he spoke for the last time.

"I expect you to have reached the end of this strip by morning. If I come back down here tomorrow, and you are still on the grate, then I will have to teach you something else, little bird."

With that twisted and demented smile now painting his lips, he turned from her and walked away, not even deigning to give her a brief glance over his shoulder as he made his way out the door, and then locked her in once again.
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The sun wouldn't be up for a few more hours, but there was a small candle burning on the little table near Tommy's bed. Jameson had left it there, after checking on him again, and now it was what drew the young soldiers eyes. He stared at it, blearily, his brain trying to process what he was seeing.

 

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A spark of hope lighted within her as her chin was tipped up and he gave her that tender look, hushing her as one would in comforting another. Maybe his sanity had returned for a brief moment, allowing for him to reconsider what he was doing.

"It is quite alright, little bird. I will not let you bleed out."

The hope in her eyes was extinguished and she went pale, getting a reminder that "mercy" wasn't a word that Kuznet liked to associate with himself. She flinched as he reached out to her and grabbed her arms, securing her wrists in the cuffs. The fact that they were uncomfortable but not painful boded well at least. Perhaps the lesson was going to be her standing in those cuffs on some glass for a few hours before he came back. While that sounded unpleasant, it certainly wasn't the worst punishment she could receive.

She would soon learn that such unrealistic expectations didn't have a place in this madman's home. There was no way he would ever have let her off so easily, the woman realizing this with horror as she heard the mechanical noises and watched as the sharp little spikes came up out of the grates.

"Now Sayori. Seeing as you are still new to my home, I am going to consider this a necessary lesson. An introduction. But should your clumsiness ever become a problem again, I will not hold back. This is your first, and final warning, and I intend to make sure it sticks."

His words buzzed in the back of her mind as she simply stared at the spikes, not even turning her head to look at what he was doing until he was right next to her. She knew without a doubt that they would pierce her in each step she took. Her feet were soft and dainty, no rough callus to attempt to protect her. It was the same as asking her to walk on knives, and she could not quantify the amount of suffering she would have to endure once she took that first step. What would her feet look like when she reached the end of that ten-foot stretch? She wasn't sure she wanted to know.

Normally, it would be such a small distance, and yet in these circumstances it felt like miles. They weren't knives though, no. They were spikes that were the perfect size to inflict significant pain without risking any fatal injury; though they would certainly shred the bottoms of her feet.

When she looked down at what he was doing, she realized what he he had in his hands and what it would do to her. The way he fastened it, it already dug into her and she hated how it restricted her movement. She was almost too afraid to be revolted at the touch of his hands on her thighs and then between her legs, though she still turned her face away from him when he kissed her neck. It felt so condescending to her, as though he was merely rubbing in that she was helpless and completely subject to his whims.

Just after she was yanked that first inch forward, she went on her tiptoes and used the opportunity to grab the chains of her cuffs so she could hang from them and tuck her feet up slightly. Her fearful eyes looked downward as she was moved over the spikes. There was no escape now. She could only hold onto the cuffs and hang there for so long as her strength would eventually give in and she would fall onto the sharp floor. It was almost like being dangled over a shark tank while the rope was slowly fraying.

"I expect you to have reached the end of this strip by morning. If I come back down here tomorrow, and you are still on the grate, then I will have to teach you something else, little bird."

"Wait... please don't leave me. Please! General? General! General Kuznet!" What started out as scared utterance turned into a desperate plea, the woman not wanting to be left alone in the dungeon, tied up in this cold place. Her pleas fell on deaf ears though and the last thing she saw was the side-profile of his demented grin as he closed the door behind himself.

There was silence as the situation sunk in. So he was going to leave her here for at least eight hours... It was close to dinner time, so she imagined that it was going to be more like twelve hours before she saw him again. What happened if she bled out before he got back? What was the point of giving her such an excess of time to do her task? All she knew was that her arms were starting to get tired, so it was time for her to face the harsh reality and take that first step.

The woman was shaking like a leaf as she tried to prepare herself, to will herself to lower her legs. A foot was placed gently on the spikes with just enough pressure to feel a slight prick of her skin. She had to do this- there was no other choice. A whimper left her as she tried to put more pressure on her foot, the spikes digging in a little bit before she broke down in a sob from the stress. Of course Sayori didn't want to do this and every muscle in her body was telling her not to; it was not her own body's voice she had to abide by, it was Kuznet's.

She had to move, the woman taking a deep breath before swiftly putting her full weight on that foot. A scream burst from her lips and she almost felt sick. God, it hurt so much. It hurt in a way that was as bad the whipping. However, if she kept herself still, the pain wasn't as intense. That wasn't going to help though since she knew she had to reach the end. Once she reached the edge of the grate, it would be over.

Her other foot was lowered and placed on the spikes, the woman screaming again as her foot sunk down, her eyes streaming with tears. The only saving grace of the spikes was that she wouldn't slip from the blood that was obviously leaking from all of the puncture wounds.

For a moment, she simply stood there with her legs shaking as she wept. Her eyes went up to the door of the torture room, wondering how someone could delight in another's suffering like this. It was so cruel- what he was doing to her, and yet his expression had told her that this was probably his idea of a good time. Since he hadn't had Quint's healing gel before now, she doubted he had done anything as physically obvious besides the scars on Quint's thighs (the man obviously knowing that to do so would be suspicious). Though if this was his sick pastime, she wondered how else he had gotten his fix for sadistic pain from the other two. The truth was that now that society had collapsed and he had Quint's gel, it opened up a whole new door for the General to explore with his personal pets.

Each step was a new kind of suffering, each more painful than the last. It got to a point where she wasn't sure she physically could walk anymore, the bottoms of her feet feeling like they had been put into a garbage disposal, or at least she assumed that it would feel like that.

Sayori was so close. Only a few more steps and she would be... She would still be in pain and she wouldn't be free, but at least she might be able to rest. Taking another step, a wave of dizziness came over her and she recognized that she was going to pass out if she didn't do something. To mitigate it, she simply stopped and focused on her breathing for a few minutes. While it would be nice to be able to pass out, she couldn't let herself do so until she finished for fear of being out for too long. An anguished sob of despair left her, her body shuddering as she contemplated what to do; her eyes were red from crying and her head hung downward. What she wouldn't do to make the pain stop.

For a moment, she wondered if she could just go limp and stay there, or perhaps give in at the next wave of dizziness. With a disheartened sob, the urge to give up was strong. He would punish her again, but whatever he did would only be a different kind of pain. Were she to look back, she knew there would be a lot of blood behind her.

No. She needed to finish. She had to. She had come so far, suffered so much, and cried so many tears. It had to be for something or it would be meaningless. This wasn't a fairytale where the "friendship" or other such nonsense would get her through; the only thing that could get her through this was her own will and determination. Was she really willing to break from him and give him that satisfaction? This wasn't about going on for Quint or Cora, this was about whether she herself decided that she would continue to play.

Gritting her teeth, she straightened up a bit, a small grunt of pain coming from her as she shifted her wrists a bit, the cuffs now painfully tight from being yanked in her journey forward. Her eyes were in a determined glare as she focused her gaze on the cement after the grate. She could get there, she only had to focus on moving. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Four steps. Five steps. And... solid floor. Sayori pulled her other foot off the spikes and let it settle on the floor as well, now standing in a small pool of blood, the process having only taken maybe an hour or two by her guess.

Breathing out a shuddering breath, she felt a bit weak but also a bit relieved. More than that though, she felt such a white-hot hatred for the General, a hatred that she hadn't known was possible. It almost felt like it was twisting and writhing inside her, this rage. Her hands clenched into fists and she wished she could hurt him somehow- anything to give back some of the pain he had put her through. Unlike Cora, she didn't believe that he deserved any mercy, not an ounce.

Back when he had first plunged her into his world, she had been put through such unimaginable pain from the whip and those two brutish men that she had begged for death. She had been so hopeless, thinking that all that was important was making the pain stop. Even this most recent morning she had been tempted, the siren call of a painless existence trying to lure her away. Now, she just wished she could have him experience all the suffering he had inflicted on his victims.

Now that her goal had been achieved, there wasn't much for her to do but stand there for hours and hours. There was no way to tell how much time had passed, nor could she tell whether the hours stretched further than he had promised. Days? Hours? It didn't mean much to her in a room with no clock and no change in light. Standing there in the stark light, she had dark circles under her eyes from the lack of sleep. Every time she would relax her body, not only would her feet hurt but the metal cuffs would dig into her chafed and pinched wrists. It made it impossible to do anything more than rest her eyes for a few minutes.

The whole night she had been teased from multiple angles in multiple ways. Sleep eluded her with a sting of her foot and her discomfort was only being temporarily soothed at the price of her wrists being put in its place. At one point in a fit of frustration, she had screamed and struggled until she had expended her remaining energy, though the only thing she accomplished was to make her voice hoarse and to make her angle bar spikes chafe her quite painfully. Sayori was exhausted, sore, hungry, in pain, and weak; all she wanted to do was to be released so she could collapse upon any surface to rest her tired eyes and body.

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Robert had checked that all the doors were locked; he even triple-checked them in addition to making sure to set an alarm for thirty minutes before she was set to come home. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, feeling like at any moment he might be caught. It was vital that he keep it secret, not wanting anyone to know what horrible things he was doing behind closed doors.

With a small gulp, he looked around one more time before right-clicking on the internet browser icon on his computer and selecting private mode. He felt weird even typing out the words, the man sweating slightly as the unknown was about to be brought into his home. He squinted at the computer for a moment and put in one of his ear-buds, muttering to himself, "what is a DP?"

"OH." A moment later his eyes widened and he exited out of the browser as a knee-jerk reaction, sitting there for a moment before summoning up the courage to open up another private browser to try again. This wasn't the time to get side-tracked- he needed to focus. The whole point of this was to find out what things he had to do to make his wife feel good. Neither one of them had done anything like this before they got married. The first time together had been a bit awkward, but it was sweet and it made him feel very connected to her, his wife seemingly feeling the same way.

However, since then, their sessions didn't seem to be doing as much for her as he didn't think he had ever figured out how to make her orgasm. She didn't really feel comfortable articulating it either, so he had taken it upon himself to do some research. Even if the lord frowned on porn, this was purely for informational gathering purposes only!

"Pussy licking?" he whispered, cringing slightly. He didn't like how impersonal and crude it sounded. Why couldn't they come up with something that sounded more romantic? Ah well, at least he had the videos he needed. One of them looked pretty promising so he clicked it and fixed his eyes on the screen, almost scared to watch in a way. Was this like cheating? Was it in the same realm? Should he feel more guilty about this? Regardless of his reservations, he was soon completely focused on the video.

Behind him, Sabastian came into consciousness and looked around, wondering where in the world he was. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn. Still, he could see that the room looked extremely quaint, like the kind of room you mind find in a cottage, the interior screaming comfort and warmth. Looking around more, his eyes were drawn to the light of the computer screen, recognizing Robert sitting in the chair in front of it. Was he dreaming? Yeah, it had to be that. It was like what happened with Quint.

His curiosity was piqued though, the blonde standing up and stretching for a moment before saying, "what'cha watching there, Robert?"

Immediately, Robert whipped around in shocked surprise, accidentally pulling the earbud cord from the computer, resulting in the audio from the video to play loud and clear for the both of them.

"Oooh! Aaah! Yes! Fuck, your tongue feels so goood! Mm! Lick that little pussy! Yeah, don't stop, you know I love how dirty you are! Oooooh~!"

Sabastian stood rooted to the spot, equally shocked at what he was witnessing, feeling like it was something he shouldn't have seen. Over by the computer, Robert scrambled to find a way to shut off the audio, his fingers fumbling with the mouse and his eyes being too flustered to find the cursor.

"Sabastian! What are you doing?! Get out!" His words were said with such force that in the next moment, both of them were jolted awake, sitting up in their sleeping bags next to each other, both of their cheeks as red as cherries. Almost woodenly, they turned their heads toward one another, not quite sure how to address the situation.

There was a long silence before Robert spoke. "Can we act like this never happened?"

"Yep. Please, let's do that."

"Okay. Um, goodnight, Sabastian."

"Yeah. Let's just- yeah. Goodnight."

And after that, an awkward sleep settled over the building for the rest of the night.

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A light weight could be felt on Tommy's leg, though he may not have noticed initially. As per normal, Jesse was sitting on a chair right up next to the bed, leaning forward so that her arms and head were resting on the side of the bed's mattress. One of her hands had been forward a bit to rest on his lower thigh, almost as though Jesse simply liked to be able to feel him there next to him.

"Mm..." A soft, sleepy sound came from her as she shifted slightly, still asleep. Her face was a bit puffy from crying and she had no make up on, but her signature hairstyle was still in place, each of those puffs of hair still sticking up almost in rebellion of her melancholy state.

 

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The 'children' had been sent to bed without supper this evening, and Quinton had been none too happy about his early bedtime. However, a quick shot from a prefilled needle had shut him up, and within seconds, it had been lights out for the zombie boy, leaving little Cora all alone to tend to the beasts needs. After he had unceremoniously dropped Quint on their bed, he had turned to look at her with hunger. She stood before him, quivering, but not daring to look away or flinch from his touch as he reached out to run his thumb along her lips.

"It has been quite some time since you slept in my room, hasn't it?"

"Yes" she breathed, her warm breath tickling his cool palm. She knew what he wanted. A toy to use while he enjoyed the show of his newest game, and Cora was willing to be that toy. If she wasn't, then Ray would only turn his eyes on Quinton to get his pleasure.

"Mm. Come then."

She let him lead her out of the room, watched with sorrow as he locked her brother away, and then reluctantly followed him down the hall. Waiting patiently as he unlocked his own room, Cora prepared for her duties by fiddling with the buttons of her dress, loosening it and making it more pliable for him to easily strip her. And that was exactly what he did, barely even waiting for her to completely step through into his humble abode before she found his rough hands upon her shoulders, pulling the fabric down and pushing it to the floor before they were reaching back up to her hips and spinning her around. She whimpered, unable to stop herself, as she saw the look in his eyes.

Cora hated this the most. Everything about him terrified her and filled her with disgust and venom, but to be left alone with him...it was so much worse; even worse than the punishments.

When it was just the two of them, with no eyes upon them, he felt no need to hold back. He had no reason to keep up his facade of the calm, collected, and in control General. It was not as if he suddenly dropped his act of being in control of her every move and emotion, but rather, he knew he still had control, and only now, he simply didn't have to hold back the madness that came along behind all that terrifying power. Kuznet didn't have to reason for his underlings, to plan every move twelve steps ahead or think of orders that needed to be carried out; exert his influence or power to keep everyone in line, or fake a smile to signal that they could relax within his presence. When it was just the two of them...he could let loose, and enjoy himself.

"R-Ray!" she cried out involuntarily as he suddenly scooped her up and took her to his favorite device-the modified sex couch that he kept next to his bed. It was perfectly curved to allow her body to conform to his needs, jutting her ass up in the air for him as he laid her down upon it, his rock hard cock already pushing up into her plush behind through his jeans as he roughly pulled her torso over the second curve, that would allow her head to remain up just enough to not completely flood her brain with too much blood. And of course, just like most of his furniture, it had two twin sets of handcuffs that allowed him to lock her into place, making her unable to pull her arms and or legs up enough to allow her to get off.

She whimpered again as she heard him unbuckle his belt, not knowing if he would simply drop his pants down and take her, or if he would feel the need to use that belt on her sensitive skin. Relief flooded through her when she found out it was the former, his huge mushroom head soon bullying it's way into her tight velvet sleeve as she gasped and tried not to cry from how dry her pussy was, but when he reached out for the little remote that would turn the camera feed on, she couldn't stop herself from letting loose with a sob. He was going to make her watch that innocent little women be tortured as he fucked her without restraint.

"I have truly missed this juicy little pussy" he breathed against her ear, his huge frame leaning over her in such a dominating way as he buried himself down to the hilt within her unwilling body, the sound of Sayori's whimpers and sobs soon filling the room and playing background to her own cries of pain.

"Ray! Ray, please!...Please use the lube" she sobbed, feeling every vein in his huge cock as he pulled it back slowly. Just before he slammed it back down into her, he brought his massive fingers up to wrap around her throat.

"You have been a very bad girl, little Cora" he growled, his lips seeking out the skin just below her ear as his fingers squeezed her tightly, his teeth biting down harshly just as his cock burned her sensitive flesh with its forced intrusion.

"Mm! You don't deserve any comfort."

His other hand came up to squeeze her side, his nails digging into her ribs painfully as she began to sob without restraint. Suddenly he moved his hand from around her neck and down to her shoulder, and just as soon as he moved to stand back up a bit, Cora knew that she should have fought harder to keep herself from crying. Her tears and sounds of pain were like an aphrodisiac for the huge general, his hips suddenly pulling back and slamming back into her with a literal bruising pace. The hand on her shoulder kept his grip steady while the one gripping her ribs pulled her helpless body back against his cock, over and over again. She completely lost control of whatever semblance of herself she had as his stamina, and her now more than willing and dripping cunt, forced her to lose her mind whilst she whimpered, moaned, and made sounds that she didn't even recognize as human anymore. Before she even had time to understand what was happening, she was cumming on that thick cock in her cunt, and Kuznet showed no signs of stopping.

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Over the next two hours, the General alternated between using her roughly and more sensually, his disgusting lips and tongue gliding over her sweaty skin and making it crawl as he would whisper sweat threats into her ear, or divulge little secrets of longing that he had been fantasizing about for the last ten years. His massive cock never left her sweet hole, and by the time he was finally done with her, she was so full of his cum that it had absolutely covered the leather beneath her and soaked her legs. Sometimes it would even make disgusting, squelching sounds that broke through her haze of mental fog, where she tried to remain safe. She didn't remember being cleaned in the tub, nor did she remember being taken back into her room, where she was finally allowed to curl up next to her brother, as naked and vulnerable as the day they were born.

When the door to their room slammed shut, she felt his body jolt, but she couldn't hear his words as he tried to break through her fog. All she was really aware of was the way he rolled her over, and then pulled her back against his chest, holding her snugly as he sobbed.
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The door to the dungeon finally opened, Kuznet soon stepping through with a smile on his face and a large bowl in his hands. He didn't waste time in coming to her, although he did slow as he came to stand before her. He used his free hand to tilt her chin up, his cold blue eyes staring down into her exhausted face with a look that could have been mistaken for affection.

"You did so well, my little lamb. But...did you learn your lesson?"
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"I liked you, Tommy...Oh well... If I ever see that little girlfriend of yours again, I will be sure to show her just how much you cared."

It all came back to him in such a flood that his body flinched the slightest amount and his eyes widened as they began to look around wildly, like a scared animal trapped in an alien room. His heart monitor kicked up, and it wasn't until he looked down and saw those adorable little puffs that he was able to calm down a little.

His mind was still fuzzy, not fully understanding just where he was, nor the extent of his injuries, so when he tried to reach one bandaged and broken arm down to touch her, he let out a groan of pain. His eyes closed tight, and his monitor kicked up once more, the noise of it soon alerting anyone nearby.

 

[Poprockz]

The door had opened at last, Sayori tiredly wondering if it was Kuznet or perhaps one of his lackeys. She imagined Niles would have liked to see her in this sorry state, maybe even Johnathan. Alas, it was the General himself who had graced her with his presence. Her eyes narrowed at him through the hair hanging around her face and her fists clenched, the woman then straightening up as she watched him enter. Such a sense of relief and hatred flooded her system that her eyes watered slightly, her teeth clenching.

Though she had looked away from him to hide her rage, she could do nothing about the hand that then guided her chin up. In that moment, meeting his soulless eyes, she wanted to bite him, to scratch him and rabidly attack him until one of them was dead. Those dark brown eyes of hers almost pulsed with anger, like two dimly lit, bottomless holes that wanted to swallow him up.

"You did so well, my little lamb. But...did you learn your lesson?"

Oh yes, she had learned- learned what it was to suffer in an exhausted purgatory after being forced to amuse him with her pain.

That being said, she closed her eyes and took a breath. There was nothing she could do at the moment, and glaring daggers at him wouldn't help her get back into the house to rest any faster. When her long eyelashes came back up, her composure had been reestablished, a demure-looking Sayori once more.

"Yes," she said softly, "the time spent has been plenty to reflect on my clumsiness."

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Jesse jolted awake and looked around in confusion and surprise, her eyes finally landing on Tommy. His eyes were closed but he seemed to be more conscious, though it was a shame that he had almost surfaced just to be plagued by his broken body. Still, it made her heart beat fast with panic, wondering whether his situation was declining, his heart finally giving out or some such thing. She didn't know much about medical equipment or what his readings meant, but she knew it was bad.

"Jameson!" The young woman bolted up out of her chair so fast it knocked it backward, the woman running to the doorway and looking around before yelling, "Jameson! Are you still here! Tommy is- I don't know what's happening! Jameson!" With no reply to her pleas, she rushed back into the room to hover by the head of the bed near Tommy's left shoulder. Her eyes started to water as she sniffed and looked from the machines to the doorway and back to Tommy.

She didn't know whether she should risk leaving him to find someone or whether she should stay. What if it was only something a medic could help and he needed to be treated right away or he would die? But what if he died while she was out of the room? Jesse started to cry; she didn't want him to die, but she didn't want him to die alone either. She wanted to hold his hand if he was about to pass into that eternal slumber.

"Tommy, I-I'll be right back. Don't leave Tommy, stay here!" Her soft but slightly callused hand gently lighted upon his cheek for a moment before she started to turn to leave.

 

[Drobabes]

He smiled, his lips almost grinning for a moment before it suddenly dropped off and the hand that was on her chin went to the back of her head. Though she had tried to hide it, he had saw a glimpse of the anger behind those chocolate pools; caught the way she had to take a breath and calm herself. She may have been angry with him, loathed him with everything in her being, but like his little Quinton, she was going to learn her place. She would be made to understand that her feelings had no relevance here.

His fingers weaved through her hair, and then with sudden force, he squeezed her scalp painfully, more painfully than he ever had before, and with a madness in his eyes similar to the hatred he had showed to Sabastian, he slowly bent down. His lips came to her ear, and in a deep, quiet tone, he said: "We shall see."

Releasing her, his posture went back to neutral as he turned from her and walked over to a table. Underneath the table was a little drawer, and from it, he pulled a sanitary white cloth. Turning back to her, he made his way over and sat the bowl down on the ground before dipping the cloth in to soak up some of the liquid. It a mixture of liquid and Quint's gel, similar to the vials that they had kept for drinking. Since Quint's gel already showed remarkable ability to disinfect wounds, along with healing them, he didn't bother to add anything to the mixture before he cleaned the blood from her feet. Once they were clean, he dipped her dainty little pads directly into the bowl, one at a time, before wrapping them with a small roll of cloth gauze that he had in his pocket. Once it was done, he took the leg bar off, and made her to stand on her own feet as he released her from the cuffs. He wiped a bit more of the solution on her wrists, ensuring that she would not scar, and then left her for a moment as he moved the now soiled supplies back to the table.

"Come Sayori," he said, turning and holding a hand to her. He knew she would be too weak to walk all the way up the stairs, but the small space between them shouldn't have been a problem for her, in his eyes. Indeed, he even seemed to be relishing the fact that she was being pushed past the limits of her exhaustion.

"If you collapse now, I will leave you here."
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The sun was coming up, and Quint had barely moved. He was leaning back against the headboard, Cora between his legs and wrapped snugly in one of the thinner blankets that they kept in the closet. He hadn't been able to get her into any dresses, or even just pjs, as every time he tried, she would either start to sob, or smack his hands away and all but growl. ...So, now, he simply held her against his chest. And even though her eyes had closed some time ago, he could tell she wasn't sleeping.

He had been trying for hours to get through to her, everything from bringing up old childhood memories to softly humming in her ear, quiet enough to where he knew the cameras wouldn't be able to pick it up. She hadn't budged. The only thing that had seemed to get through to her, and even then she had only opened her eyes to stare listlessly at the door, was when he had told her that he had seen the picture of her and Damien together.

He hadn't said much, only that she had looked happy and that he was glad she had had Sabastian with her for a while. He was a good man, and a good friend. After that, he had bit his tongue and shut up, not wanting to make it worse or say the wrong thing.

Now he was just waiting, waiting for Sayori. He needed his own life jacket because his ship felt miles from shore.
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Kyle had taken a walk around back to take a piss, not wanting to go all the way to the restrooms that they had got working. Even just the small distance of a few buildings seemed a dangerously far distance from his friend, and he wasn't willing to risk it. While he was out here, though, he took just the briefest of seconds to look around for Zac.

"He said he needed a break. Took a supply truck out with Olly to get some things from the cache."

While he didn't jump, Jameson's voice had startled him a bit, and made him look over to the side of the building where the man was coming from. After he saw him, he calmed a bit and nodded.

"Did anything happen while I was sleeping?" Kyle asked, not being able to hide the hope in his tone. It was simply met with a sigh and a shake of Jameson's head.

"We're doing our best, Kyle, but it's up to Tommy no-"

"Jameson!"

Both of the men's heads whipped around in the direction of the dingy medical bay, and without even saying a word, they both took off running. By the time that Jesse turned back around to go get help, they were both in the door. First Kyle, running to the side of the bed, and then Jameson.

He moved around her quickly, not ignoring her, but rather, needing to get to Tommy as quickly as possibly. Once he was there, he reached out and touched the young man.

Tommy's eyes flew open again and looked around, and immediately Jameson could tell what was wrong. His heart rate was up, yes, but it was only because he was disorientated and in a state of shock.

"Tommy! Tommy, you're alright. You're in a hospital bed, miles away from Kuznet. Everything's fine, Tommy! Look at me! Look at me..."

He waited until those light blue eyes came back to him, and then he gave him a bit of a smile, letting out a breath of relief.

"You're safe" he went on, speaking softly now.

"Kuznet doesn't know where you are, and as far as he knows, thinks you're dead. You're hooked up to a life support system right now, and your throat is in very bad shape-that's why you can't talk. Just take a minute and breathe, you're safe" he repeated.