Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Poprockz]

Sayori was helpless, her little ass clapping softly against his hips as he drove himself into her with purpose. Poor Sayori was ignorant to what he was planning, consumed by a war against herself from within herself. She couldn't stop moaning, no matter how much she hated it or didn't want him. It felt like she was a toy to him that he could wind up and make dance with each little movement of his body and hands.

Soon she couldn't stand it anymore, and she felt her climax approach her once more. Her eyes watered and she moaned loudly, however this time it was a bit different with her ass being fucked. Her pussy had nothing to squeeze onto, and the pleasure seemed to be slightly more intense. Sayori whimpered, in pleasure and in fear, not wanting any of this to be happening. Was she really about to cum from being fucked in the ass by a man she hated?

Her body answered with a resounding 'yes.' With a few more quick thrusts, her ass squeezed him, her pussy spasming and trying to grip what wasn't there. She felt something welling up and the next thing she knew, she was squirting on his balls. The woman cringed, knowing he felt it, knowing that he now knew what he had accomplished.

She went a bit limp, panting and resting from the intensity of that climax. Her rest would be short-lived as she soon felt his hand creeping up to her neck. At first she thought he was going to gently caress her, but she soon felt him squeezing her neck harder and harder. Panic soon rose within her as his grip became painful, making her have to gasp and choke for breath.

"Cumming on your rapists cock. That really gets you off, doesn't it?"

"Please... You promised..." It took tremendous effort to even say those three words. She was so afraid, terrified that this would be the end for her. Had he gone back on his word? Would Quint be okay? Was this how it ended?

She felt something hot against her skin and then... Sayori screamed in pain, wiggling on her hook like a fish as everything in her body screamed to get away from the hot-burning pain that her shoulder blade was being subjected to. The cock in her ass was forgotten as all that she was was panic and a need to get away from the flame.

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Sabastian thought she was acting a bit weird, but let it go. Maybe they were secretly boinking in the woods and didn't want him to know. After all, it wasn't much different from what he and Vin were doing earlier either.

In any case, her excited response only fueled his own. "I can catch some fish! Well, if I figure out a way to keep them from wiggling out of my hands once I catch them." He looked a bit sheepish as he remembered the literal slap in the face he received earlier.

"Know any cool campfire stories? Of course I'll be sitting a little further back, but I think that would be super fun too."

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He nodded knowingly, remembering the unceremonious way that Sabastian had tossed him in. It seemed like it had all worked out, though he hoped none of them ever got any bright ideas with himself.

The steely-eyed man laughed at Vin's joke about Sabastian, the image of a fish angrily flopping on his face one that he found hilarious. When at last he found the strength, he got up from under the tree and brushed off his pants.

"It's locked, but I have the keys. You know, if we're cooking fish, I've got some nice seasonings in the car we could use." He started walking in the direction of the car, expecting Vin to follow along.

 

[Drobabes]

Indeed he had promised. Promised himself that he was going to cum inside that pretty little ass as he listened to the beautiful sounds of her pain.

He let his hand drop down so that he could wrap it tightly around her waist as he held her in place, and although he didn't put it away, he did switch the torch off so that he could focus his attention on pounding into her flesh without mercy. No more kindness was shown to her as he pressed her against the wall and drove into her harshly with each thrust, not giving any care as to whether or not it might be hurting her.

The hand holding the torch reached up to yank her blindfold down roughly, and then he stared into her wet, scared, eyes. The way her tight ring had clamped down on him with such force as he burnt into the flesh of her shoulder had felt almost painful with how tight it was, and it drove him mad with lust. He wanted to feel it again, feel her writhing and struggling against him. Quickly tucking the torch away into the pocket of his army getup, he uses his now free hand to roughly scratch her now burn flesh, peeling away a layer of chard skin and causing blood to run down her back. He watched the trail it made down her flesh and suddenly he was there, gripping her to his chest and holding her tightly as his cock erupted with hot sperm, filling her from so deep inside.

"Fucking whore" he grunted, feeling the last of his cum be sucked out of his cock before he roughly pulled out of her, not giving her puckered hole time to prepare for his exit.

After he was done with her, he left her hanging as he panted and went to retrieve his trousers, digging through the pockets for some more wet wipes to clean himself off with.
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"Can you catch them with your bare hands?" she asked, looking at him with a bit of amusement. When he mentioned campfire stories, she just shook her head and laughed.

"I don't know any ghost stories, if that's what you mean. I mean," she paused, looking away at Bowie for a moment.

"I do, but I'm not a very good story teller."

That was a total lie, she just hated anything creepy and spooky. However, she wasn't going to give that bit of info up without a good reason.
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He did, strolling along lazily and enjoying the heat now that he was soaked through and through and it didn't feel as heavy any more. He knew his clothes would probably dry pretty quickly, but he would likely just get his shirt wet next time instead of jumping back in.

"I'm not sure how we're going to catch the fish yet, I think that was a fluke and he just got lucky. He also seemed pretty excited to hang out for a while, but I don't know, what do you think? Would you two be up to camping here for the night?"

He put a hand on the back of his neck and rubbed it for a moment, looking around the woods.

"I mean, I'll be honest. The last week has been a clusterfuck of shit just seemingly going wrong. I wouldn't mind a little break."

Going to the base and being able to perform and enjoy some beers had been nice, but it hadn't exactly been stress relieving. Between Aurora and his feelings for Sabastian, and then just not actually getting a whole lot of time to mingle and chat like he liked too, it had left him more drained than anything. Especially after how it all ended. He briefly wondered how Tommy was getting along, and Dave. He hoped they both kept their heads down and didn't get themselves into any unnecessary trouble.

 

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Sayori choked and coughed as he released her throat, wondering briefly if her words had reminded him of what he had said- that he wouldn't kill her in exchange for taking her ass. And she soon got a taste of what he had really meant. His cock burned in her ass, not unlike the flame that had left a scalding patch of skin on her back. It hurt, his cock pumping in and out so rapidly. Maybe if he had been going a little less violently and was rubbing her clit, she might have been forced to cum again, but right now it was simply him using her as a fuck-hole.

All she could do was hang from her hook, her feet lifted off the ground as she was pinned and slammed against the wall. Her face was turned to the side, so when he removed the blindfold, his evil eyes were the first things she saw. Sayori quickly looked away and sobbed against the wall, feeling betrayed and foolish once more. When would she learn? When would she stop being so gullible? Not soon enough, it would seem.

A bloodcurdling scream came from her beautiful lips as he raked his nails across her, the woman once again struggling and wriggling, anything to get away from that awful pain. The next thing she knew, she was being pressed against him and was being pumped with his seed. This was who he truly was- an irredeemable man who got off on sadistic violence such as this. She felt defiled, dirty, hating the way his cum felt inside her.

She ignored his comment, simply sobbing on her hook as he pulled out. Her ass gaped, his white cream dripping out of it as it struggled to adjust. Blood could be felt slowly dripping down her back as well, almost sensually rolling down the curve of her plush ass. Sayori felt defeated, and had nothing to say to him as he cleaned himself up, her head hung down as she cried.

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Sabastian shrugged, "kind of. I go under, then swipe one of my tentacles through the water. It almost creates a suction/whirlpool type situation that sucks them in and disorients them. Then I just grab one of the slow ones." He looked a bit pleased with himself for having come up with such a plan, his blue eye sparkling in the sun like the water from the lake.

"Oh okay, that's alright. I'm sure somebody's gotta know some cool stories. If there aren't any ghost ones, then maybe we'll have to settle with some regular ones." He paused and then his eyes widened, the blonde swimming closer to her excitedly, "OH oh! Cora, look at this! I found this at the bottom of the lake!"

The golden pendent was held up for her to inspect, his thumb pressing the button to release the clasp. "Not sure what good a pendant is if there are no pictures to be had, but it sure is pretty, isn't it?"

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Damien looked a bit hot, and not in the sexy sort of way, per se. He was already sweating a bit, but it was starting to become a bit unbearable. Having his clothes be wet like the rest of them would probably help, but he wasn't going to be able to do so from the lake. Perhaps he would simply have to strip a bit.

He glanced at Vin and nodded with a little smile, wiping his forehead. "I don't know, I bet if you told him you didn't think he could catch more than one, he'd come back with the entire lake's supply." He chuckled briefly before continuing. "Yeah, a clusterfuck is a pretty good way of describing it. I would enjoy simply putting it all to the side for a bit, hang out and have some fish. Talk, do whatever it is that people do when they go camping. So to answer your question, yes. I think we should stay the night."

 

[Drobabes]

He cleaned himself off and simply tossed the wipes at her feet, barely paying her any more mind as he pulled his pants back on. Once he had his cock properly tucked away and he looked presentable once more, he went over to the metal bed and begin some adjustments, getting it ready to hold her. He was far from down with her, but he knew that he was on a time frame, and soon Kuznet would be coming down to perform the more complicated tests. After all, they still needed her to be able to perform some basics functions until they were through with her.

Once it was ready, he went over to her and picked her up easily, leaving her handcuffed as he took her to the bed. Once there, he put her down on her stomach and held her wrists with one hand as he used the other to unlock the cuffs, and then he quickly secured her. He then made his way down to her feet, secured her legs, and them put three leather straps across her back, middle, and just below her ass. They needed to be more precise with this next round of testing, and since Kuznet didn't want to waste anymore pain killers on the little bitch, she had to be secured. Not that some simple ibuprofen or aspirin would have really helped with what they were going to put her through.

Looking down at her, he let his eyes roam over her form, satisfied from taking her ass. Taking from her the thing that hadn't been allowed to those little street mutts. Because he was second in command, and they were nothing.

He went over to the table and began to gather up some instruments, and when he came back, he was holding quite the array or torture devices.

"Are you ready Sayori? We're going to assist the General again. He really needs your help to figure out just what it is that little Quinton can do."
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She watched him as he explained how he caught the fish, and her brows lifted a bit in surprise.

"Ok, that's actually pretty genius. How did you think to..do..that..."

Cora trailed off as she watched Bowie bob under the water, and then suddenly come back up with a tiny little fish in his mouth. She smiled broadly, finding his little display so similar to what a dog might do. She was about to point it out to Sabastian when he suddenly got really excited and pointed out the necklace he had found.

"Oooh!~ Come here, let me see" she said with a grin, swimming a little closer.

"Wow, that is gorgeous. You should totally have Vin draw you a picture to put in there."

She would have said take a photo, but honestly, how would he be able to do that now? Unless maybe they could learn to develop photos maybe...

That got her thinking about the library again, and for a moment, her eyes wander off to the bank, watching as Damien and Vin started off for the car, presumably to get his guitar and some gear out. Cora wondered how much farther they had to go before they reached his safe house, and if it would be a bad idea to try to stop at any libraries before reaching it. She also wondered how safe it would be, or if they were maybe better off just grabbing some medical text and other useful stuff from a book store. But books were heavy, and she really didn't want to be lugging any around when what she needed to do was try and learn, and then start practicing, hands on.

Not realizing it, she has starts biting her lip.
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He laughed a bit, looking back at him as he followed along.

"He probably would, the little man already found some treasure."

"Talk, do whatever it is that people do when they go camping."

Vin didn't drop the easy smile, but he was reminded once more of the conversation they had the last time they were camping. He really wasn't used to all this, was he? It was a bit hard to believe that he had never done something as simple as camping. Had he not even gone with any friends growing up?

"Ok, so," he said, clapping his hands in front of him.

"We need camping gear, we need some good weather, we need a huge bonfire,"

He held his hand out in front of him and started using his fingers to mark off the things that he thought made a good camping trip, starting to have a bit of fun with it now. Admittedly, he was kind of excited to have the opportunity to get Damien to loosen up a bit, especially at that little note that had been left for him earlier. It wasn't as if it wasn't still fresh on his mind, but he had momentarily pushed it aside. Vin felt like they almost needed to prepare in a way, both physically and mentally.

"Booze, music" he pointed at himself with a playful grin, his feet having picked up the speed a bit and bringing him close to Damiens side now.

"Stories, and, good company."

He gave him a friendly clap on the shoulder at that last mention, then proceeded to walk around to the back of the car and wait for him to pop the trunk. Might as grab some of the gear now since they already decided, and carrying things twice in the heat was just not worth it.

 

[Poprockz]

Sayori was too tired and broken at the moment to put up any sort of fight when removed from the hook and situated in the bed, her body limp as he effortlessly manipulated her. The woman simply avoided his gaze as the tears continued to come. Part of her wondered if it was worth staying alive, only to be mercilessly fucked and experimented on. That was something to ponder back in her cell though. For now, she had no means to free herself from her mortal shackles, nor would Kuznet or the officer grant her that mercy.

Only when he came up to her with his little treasure trove did she turn her head to look. Once she did, she wished she hadn't. Not one of those tools didn't look excruciating and ominous, and she knew he intended to exact as much pain as he was allowed.

The poor girl didn't even have the energy to tremble in fear at this point, only her wide eyes betraying the way her heart raced. The room started to spin, her vision blurring from the stress as she passed out cold.

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"Well, it's not like he'd be super good at drawing himself though, so I'm not sure there would be too much of a point to that," he replied without thinking, blushing afterwards and waving his arms a bit. "I mean, it's not like it has to be a picture of him or anything. I guess I could have anything in the locket... But you're right that as long as he draws it, it would probably be good, even if I'm not sure if he can draw." By the end of his little monologue, he was mumbling a bit. Sabastian was a romantic at heart, and truly wanted Vin's picture for his locket, but it was embarrassing to say out loud.

He noticed her biting her lip and he paused, asking hesitantly, "you okay? You've got a look on your face that says you're miles away." The look on her face made him a bit concerned, wondering if she was thinking about something that worried her.

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"Treasure? Wow, I suppose he's a bona-fide pirate now." Damien smirked.

He watched Vin with interest as he talked, making himself a mental checklist. When Vin clapped him on the shoulder, he simply smiled at the gesture. It was odd for him to be touched like that- the platonic kind of touch one got from people they weren't sleeping with. In his normal life, no one dared touch him, not even his business associates. He had always given off that fake cheerful persona, but anyone with a brain on their shoulders could sense his unwillingness to open up.

He dug in his pocket for his keys, thinking it over a bit out loud. "Camping gear, check. Good weather, check. Booze and music, check. Stories and good company, also check. Although, I would have to caution against the bonfire. For one, we don't want to attract too much attention if there are passers-by, and two, Sabastian probably wouldn't appreciate having such a big fire. It would likely scare the poor guy."

Walking to the back of the car, he undid the trunk and opened it for Vin. "Speaking of that vodka goblin, we better be careful or he'll suck down all of the booze when we're not watching. I'll have a drink, but I'd rather stay sober. Someone's got to keep watch, right?" Damien wiped his forehead and sighed, deciding that his shirt was too fucking hot for this weather. The man pulled up and off his shirt, tossing it into the car and starting to get some of the gear out. While he knew Vin was into men, he knew the guy only had eyes for the little blonde.

His chest and arms were decently muscled, though leaner than Vin, his skin a bit moist from sweat. Cora's bite-mark was visible on his back, though the rest of his skin was unblemished. It looked as though he had nary a scar on his body.

 

[Drobabes]

A little sneer worked itself into his face as he cocked his head just a little and watched her for a moment. If he had any humanity left in him at all, he might thought it was rather cute that she thought she could escape to depths of unconscioness. As it were, this was like a fun little challenge for him. He could wake her up, with one of the wipes, or... He could see how much pain it would take to bring her back, screaming in his arms once more.

Very slowly, he walked to her. Once he reached her side, he laid his tools down on the ground and then bent over her, looking closely at that petite little face. He then bent down and grabbed a pair of pruning shears, and when he came back up, he took her little hand in his and held her finger. Opening the shearers, he placed her little pinkie between the blades, just behind her first knuckle. And then he cut.
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"Hmm? Oh sorry," she shook her head a little and laughed.

"I was just thinking about the drive we've got ahead of us. Talking about pictures made me think of how we could maybe get some, and then I realized we would probably have to learn how to develop them ourselves if we ever wanted any, and then that got me thinking about the library again."

She chuckled, laying back a bit in the water and letting her eyes close.

"My brains always trying to drag me into deeper thoughts, but we came out here to relax, so, no more brooding Cora."

She opened her eyes a little so that she could meet his gaze and give him a little smirk.
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Vin barely paid Damien any mind as he peeled his shirt off, his mind way too wrapped up in making camping plans as he started grabbing some sleeping bags and whatever else they might need. Though the big man leaned both ways, Damien was far, far, from his type. He was much more interested in small, petite men with more feminine features, and, now, grumpy little attitudes. Besides, it was only practical that the tall man should want to lose some clothes in this heat, especially if he didn't care to go for a swim.

"Ah, yea, you got a point with the fire. Shit, actually, maybe we should put it out before it gets dark. Sabastian and Cora might not like it,"

He reached in the back seat and slung his guitar over his shoulder, then grabbed a few more items and shut the door.

"But if we are being followed, no reason to just hand out our location."

He met Damien's gaze for a minute, thinking.

"Should we try to hide the car? Or do you think that would be too obvious?"

 

[Poprockz]

Sayori didn't know how much time had passed, if any, but she woke up to a pain she had never experienced before. The girl's eyes opened slowly, her body quaking once more. Who knew where she was getting the energy to do this, exhausted as she was, but it seemed that fear wasn't the only thing causing her to shake. Her hand was in pain, and it was shaking worst of all. Since she was strapped down on her belly, her breasts pushed into the bedframe, she was unable to move enough to look back at her hand.

All she knew was that he was leaning over her, his eyes on her as though waiting for a reaction. If she didn't know better she would almost say that he looked excited, like someone who had prepared something special and was waiting to see if the other person liked it. She knew she wouldn't like anything he prepared, but her eyes started to wander to his hands. He had shears in one and there was... blood.

When she tried to move her hand at all, it hurt, though through her haze of pain and confusion she wasn't able to discern exactly what he had done yet. Her mind didn't want to accept the truth, and she simply looked at him, her face pale as a ghost as she uttered, "what have you done? M-my hand. What have you done?!" Though her voice was barely more than a whisper, the panic was thick in her words.

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Sabastian nodded, "exactly. Leave tomorrow for tomorrow. It'll be nice to have today as a day to relax. So far, I think this has been one of the funnest days this week. A lazy morning, pancakes, a little bit of music, some training, some swimming, and now some good old camp activities." He leaned back as well and let himself float near her.

"It's too bad you guys couldn't find any blackberries. I know Vin doesn't like sweet things, but blackberries are the bomb." He sighed wistfully and paddled a bit, going in a lazy circle near her. Part of him wondered if the sleeping bags he and Vin used would zip together, though he wasn't sure if he would advocate for that. After all, sleeping together was all well and good, but it would probably lead to one or two dirty things, and he wasn't sure he would be able to take that risk around Cora and Damien. The little blonde smiled to himself as he thought about Vin's sleeping face, so peaceful and handsome.

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"Hm. Yeah, having the fire out before the sun completely sets would be a good idea. The moon is pretty bright right now, and as long as it stays clear-skied, we shouldn't have a problem seeing, especially with flashlights." He now had his little seasoning pouch, as well as three sleeping bags in his arms, though it was so hot he wondered if they wouldn't just sleep on top of them.

Damien paused at Vin's question, glancing at the car and looking back to him. He clicked the lock on the key fob, a serious expression settling on his face. “If they wanted to put some kind of tracking assistant on the car, then they've already had plenty of time to do it, if they know we're here at least. If they don't know we're here, then they could probably track us pretty easily even with the car hidden. I think hiding the car would only let them know that you knew as well." He shrugged. I'll hide it if you insist, but at this point I think it's better to pretend not to be too on edge."

 

[Drobabes]

"Stop your crying you little whore. What I'm doing to you is kittens play compared to what we'll be doing to the other one. You're just lucky that Kuznet still has a use for you, otherwise I would play with you until you broke."

Letting her hand go, he turned and dropped the shears on the ground and then picked up a long tube-like instrument. He inspected the of it briefly, and then he started walking around towards the end of her body. Once there, he ran a hand over her plump ass, squeezing and feeling it like he was looking for something. Then, seemingly finding it, he bends over and begins to stab the tool through her plump flesh.

What he held was something similar to a slender straw, except metal and very, very sharp. It had once been used for medical purposes to collect tissue samples, but it had long since been replaced by safer and less invasive tools.

He moves slowly but efficiently, cutting through fat and muscle tissue to take out a large chunk of her flesh from deep within. Once he feels the tool stop, presumably hitting her bone, he use a little switch at the top to severe the tissue at the bottom before he pulls the tool free, flesh and all.

Just as he is standing back up and turning around to show her his handy work, the door swings open and a very frightened and pudgy little man comes walking through. His wrists are handcuffed in front of him, and he looks as if he has taken a good beating or two. Following closely behind him is Kuznet, bending down slightly to avoid the doorframe, and then standing back up at his full height. In his hand, he is carrying a black suitcase.

"Go stand next to the women, Cliff. This won't take very long."

The man, shaking and breathing hard as he takes in the sight of Sayori laying there-strapped and bleeding, turn to look behind him with freightened eyes. With panick gripping him hard, he turns around to try and make a run for it, only for Kuznet to catch him by the throat with one huge hand, lifting him easily off the ground and then walking him over to the bed. Once there, Kuznet holds him up in the air, kicking and flipping as he looks at his second.

"Ankles" he says simply, and immediately the officer pulls a new pair of handcuffs out and slaps one around the man's right ankle, then waits for Kuznet to drop him before slapping the other around the leg of the bed. The man sits there for a moment, having fallen on the floor when he was dropped, choking and rubbing his neck. His wide, tear filled eyes meet Sayoris for a brief second before he looks up to Kuznet and the dark skinned man that was almost more intimidating with that evil sneer.

"What did you do to her?! What are you going to do to me?!"
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"Well we didn't really look near the water yet,so maybe we can still find some."

Cora closed her eyes for a moment as well, just enjoying the way the water made her feel almost weightless. The sun on her skin felt warm and soothing contrasted with the cool water, and she almost wished she could just sleep like that.

After a few minutes of just relaxing, she opens her eyes again and looks over to see Sabastian laying back with a very dreamy expression on his face. A little smirk grows on her face and she brings herself back upright.

"What are you thinking about Sabastian?" she asks coyly.

"You thinkin about Vin?"
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He kept his gaze with him, then nodded in agreement.

"No, I think you're right. It might just alert them more. Alright, well,

He shrugged, looking away and back towards the way they came.

"Best to just play it cool then. Shouldn't be too hard. I think I'll avoid hitting the bottle too then. I don't really know how much we could do without guns, but if they're going to try anything while they think we're sleeping, I would rather be ready for it."

He started walking back then, briefly looking over his shoulder to see if Damien was following.

 

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Despite his words, she wouldn't have been able to stop crying if she wanted to. Things were just too horrible and bleak for her to be able to control her emotions right now. She hardly believed that being "needed" was a valuable thing right now, especially with what he had done to her so far. It might be tame to him, but to her, he had done things that went beyond the scope of anything she thought she would experience in her lifetime.

She was just able to catch sight of the new instrument before he went where she couldn't see him, the next thing being felt was his hand on her ass. That little thing had looked sharp, and part of her was deathly afraid he was going to try to stick it in her spine or her asshole. Though at the first prick of pain, she didn't find her that much more thankful that it was just straight through her ass cheek. She gritted her teeth and whimpered, too afraid to struggle and risk him really fucking her up with it. When it hit her bone, she gagged, almost losing the granola bar she ate earlier from the sick feeling of it. Because of that, she almost didn't notice him pulling it back out.

Sayori panted, feeling blood trickle down her ass from the open wound. It was like he was doing little things on certain parts of her body to hurt her, though for what reason she wasn't sure.

The woman stiffened when she heard the door open, knowing who it was without looking; the evil general had made his appearance. Though it surprised her when he mentioned that someone else was with him. Try as she might, she couldn't turn her head all the way to look, so she caught her first glimpse of the man when he roughly landed near her, now chained to her bed. Robo-Cop seemed to have indicated that this man was in for a very bad time, so she looked at him with fear, hoping that they didn't do anything too bad to him.

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He couldn't believe that he and Vin were now on intimate terms. In fact, they were technically a couple if he wasn't mistaken. Would Vin prefer being called a partner, a lover, or a boyfriend? Boyfriend almost sounded like something he would call him if they were in high school, but partner made it sound like they were married, and lover sounded... romantic, but also dramatic in a sense. The thought of Vin leaning down and whispering, "lover..." into his ear made his heart flutter and his cheeks grow pink.

Sabastian's dreamy look stayed for a moment after her question and he started to purr, "Vin... He and I-" He had been about to go into how he had confessed his feelings for Vin, and that it had went well- very well.

However, the man's cheeks went red and he came back to reality, "What?! No. Why would you think that?" Silence hung in the air before he realized there wasn't really any denying it "I mean, maybe... Why do you ask? Are you psychic or something?" He too went into an upright position in the water, the water coming up just above his lips as he shyly blew bubbles in the water.

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"I suppose my pistol will have to do for now. If they're military, it would be difficult to put up a fight with just a handgun though." He sighed and followed Vin, carrying the sleeping bags with him.

"Will it look weird if only Cora and Sabastian drink? Also, should we take shifts during the night to keep watch?" he could feel the moistness of his sweat between his arm and the sleeping bag. Damn it was hot. Maybe he would have to convince Cora to fill up one of the water bottles in the lake and douse him with it.

He walked along with Vin, the beautiful redwoods giving them at least a bit of relief from the blazing sun.

 

[Drobabes]

Cliff, as he had been called, went unanswered as Kuznet took his suitcase over to the table and sat it down. Unclasping it, he opened it and ran his hand along the contents inside, pausing briefly several times before coming to a stop and pulling something out. When he turned back around, he was holding little vial of some kind of liquid. As he approached, the officer forced him forward onto her knees and then used his strong hands to grab either side of Cliffs head, holding him still.

"Open your mouth Cliff" Kuznet said as he squatted down before the man. Even in such a position, he still towered high over the other man, and his cloudy blue eyes looked down at him with no show of mercy. The man clamped his mouth shut of course, his breathing heavy and nasally as he tried to breathe through his nose.

Kuznets eyes traveled over Cliffs shoulder and to his officers. Without a word, Robo Cop pulled his gun out and pistol whipped the back of the mans skull, hard. Cliff didn't pass out, but the blow was certainly hard enough to leave him limp and swaying, and easily malleable as Robo Cop gripped his head once more, then forced him to lean it back.

Now that the man was no longer struggling, Kuznet took a moment to pull a thick leather glove out of his pocket and slip it on. He then unscrewed the lid of the little vial, and very carefully, opened the mans mouth and poured it directly down his throat. Once the last drop had left the vial, he tossed it to the ground and then clamped his gloved hand over the mans mouth hard.

"Hold him Niles, it only takes about twenty seconds."

The officer did as he was told, gripping the sides of the mans head once more while also dropping his weight down on the back of his legs. For a little added insurance, Kuznet placed one of his big hands on the back of the mans neck and gripped him.

For about ten seconds the man seems to remain pretty out of it, just lifelessly staring up at the ceiling. But then, rather suddenly, his eyes begin to widen like saucers and a scream begins to work it's way up his throat. His body begins to jerk and struggle, and his cuffed hands fly first to his chest, then to his throat, where his fingers and nails begin to scratch and dig into his flesh, as if he is trying to get at something inside.

The whole time that he is doing this, Kuznet keeps the hand clamped firmly over his mouth, and with the help of Niles, prevents the man from struggling to an unruly amount or getting himself up onto his feet. Kuznet watches him with grim determination, and he doesn't even flinch when bloody bile begins to trickle out of the mans nose, having nowhere else to go as it gets trapped behind his lips. He does, however, look at Niles and give a brief nod.

As if on cue, both the General and the Officer suddenly stand and take a few far steps back from the man, who immediately leans forward and let's loose with a stream of bloody vomit. For a moment after, the man can only cry and try to scream, but what comes up is just more vomit.

"Alright" Kuznet says, his eyes now travelling over to Sayori. From his hip, he pulls out a radio and clicks it on.

"Go ahead and bring him in Francisco."
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Cora simply stared at him and cocked her brow, the smile still tugging at the corner of her lips as she watched his reaction. When he asked her if she was a psychic, she just laughed and swam a little closer.

"Oh come on, it's so written all over your face. You got that whole dreamy eyed expression, and your cheeks are flushing," she said, bringing her hand up to gently boop his rosy face with a single finger.

"It's totes adorable my little grouchy friend" she finished, her grin now going from ear to ear.
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"We don't have to put up a fight necessarily-just outrun them."

Although, he wasn't really sure if even that would be a good idea. The military was not the cops. They were much more armed and dangerous, and with a lot more resources. Which brought him back around to that same question again-why were they after them in the first place? It almost didn't seem like the military at all, but instead some crazed lunatic stalking them. After all, the military was a system of many people. This seemed much too personal.

"I don't know if it will seem all that weird. With everything going on right now, it would make more sense to be keeping watch. There's still other zombies out there, and from an outsiders perspective, Sabastian and Cora are the vulnerable ones and we're the strong providers. I don't think it would raise too many flags if we are the one's being responsible and letting those two let loose to calm their fears a bit, you know?"

He looked back at him, noticing for the first time that the man seemed to be struggling with the heat. While Vin usually ran pretty hot himself, his darker skin made it a little easier to deal with the blazing sun.

"Man, you sure you don't want to jump in the water or at least get your clothes wet? You're starting to look like you just got out of the shower."

 

[Poprockz]

Sayori simply watched all of this happen with horror, her eyes wide as she silently laid strapped to the bed. It had to be some kind of acid in the vile from the way he screamed and puked blood. God, what a terrible fate; it made her recognize that Robo-cop was right when he called what he did to her "kitten's play."

She didn't think she would ever forget the looks on the man's face as he screamed in pain and vomited everywhere. The smell of blood and something else filled the room, probably masking the previous smell of sex that permeated it from her own playtime.

So Niles was his name... that bastard. Such a name didn't do his evil any justice, thinking that he should be named something villainous. Although, it just went to show that evil didn't always display as such.

When Kuznet radioed Francisco, she avoided his eyes, wondering who it was they were bringing in. Was it going to be another poor soul they were going to torture? Some other poor captive? Or... was it Quint? She hoped not. Sayori didn't want him to see her like this, strapped down, naked, cum still dribbling slowly from her ass. But Francisco and Niles had been with him earlier, so if either he was coming now, or Francisco had put him back in his cell.

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He looked a bit shocked for a moment and then grumbled, "hey, watch it. This "adorable" man might get it in his head to get some mud from the bottom of the lake and "accidentally" have it end up on your face." Though his words were somewhat threatening, it looked as though he was more trying to decide if he wanted to talk to Cora about himself and Vin.

The blonde finally decided to give in, wanting to confide in Cora a bit. His voice was soft as he swam a bit closer to her. "It's true though. I've been thinking about him a lot. Well... we were um. We were training and started up a conversation that started earlier in the house, and um. Well, I think we're together now. Like together together." He avoided her gaze and looked shy but very pleased, as though he was proud that he could call Vin his own. Sabastian wasn't going to include the parts about Vin making him cum at the house, or making him jerk himself off in his arms, nor was he going to mention his later plans to claim Vin's cock with his lips, feeling that all of that might be a bit personal.

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He didn't say anything in response to Vin's suggestion to outrun them. Damien knew that if the military was upon them, outrunning them would be very difficult, especially if the car was incapacitated. They really needed to get some weapons soon, preferably automatic ones that could be used against military-level firearms.

"Hm... Okay, that makes a lot of sense. So I guess Cora is going to have to fight Sabastian for the bottle." He chuckled, wiping his brow for maybe the hundredth time. Damien was roasting, his skin glistening with sweat as he walked.

He glanced at Vin as the other man suggested cooling off in the lake or at least dumping his clothes in. Dumping his clothes sounded like a good idea, but Cora would have to be the one to do it for him as he doubted Vin would do it if he asked without being told why. As Cora was currently spending time with Sabastian, he wasn't about to call her over and take her away from that just because he was a bit uncomfortable. The man shook his head and quickly said, "no, I'm okay. I just need to sit down in some shade and I'll be fine. Thanks, though."

As they finally reached the lakeside again, he set the sleeping bags and seasoning pouch down near his tree and sat back down once more, closing his eyes and resting a little. Hopefully it would cool down a bit soon. A nap sounded pretty good about then, but he didn't want to be sleeping if anything happened. For that reason, he simply rested his eyes.

 

[Drobabes]

Quint stood outside the door waiting for his next 'test'. He hadn't been to this door, having made a mental map in his head and knowing he hadn't been this way yet. There was a smell permeating from it though, a certain scent that he almost recognized but that was still too faint for him to really pinpoint just yet.

His attention was drawn away from the door as he heard Kuznets voice over the radio, and when he looked over, Francisco looked at him for a brief second with a bit of a scowl on his face. The other man then put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed him a bit hard. Quint didn't like that. He didn't like it at all.

When they walked into the room together, Quint's eyes went first to the blood and vomit on the ground, now identifying what that awful stench was. His eyes then traveled up to the man who was still clawing at his neck, drawing fresh blood from his scratch marks, and then they went to the table.

"Sayori!"

The hand on his shoulder pulled him back with sudden force, grounding him in reality and making his feet stay put. Unlike the other two prisoners, his hands had no shackles. Nothing was stopping him from beating the ever loving shit out of Kuznet except for what he knew would happen if he did. Still.

Tears of rage streamed down his face as his dark blue and purple eyes traveled up to meet Kuznets gaze, and his lips twitched as he held himself back. If he didn't already know what he was capable of, he wouldn't have been able to believe that he would have done this.

"Quinton" Kuznet said quietly, his eyes looking down on the newly changed little boy to make sure he was paying attention. And he was, as he knew the sooner Kuznet gave his instructions, the sooner both himself and Sayori would be put back in their cells.

"Your last test for today is your healing capabilities. I gave Cliff here a non lethal dose of corrosive acid to burn the lining of his esophagus and throat. You will line his stomach and throat with your...excretions. After that is done, you will do the same for Sayoris lacerations and burn, there on her shoulder. Understood?"

Quint could barely open his mouth to speak, but he didn't waste time hesitating. He responded with a quick, albeit quiet, "yes sir."

It had been so many years. So many years that he hadn't had to mentally grovel and tuck his tail between his legs for this sick bastard. Still, though.

He might have been grovelling. He might have been standing there, shaking and shivering and all but pissing himself with fear of how much worse this could all get, but he didn't regret it. He would never regret getting close to Sayori in the way he had, even if he had still kept her at a certain distance. He would never regret making her laugh and temporarily stop her fear, because he knew something about Kuznet. Yea, it was something that he had never been able to take from him, and he never would.

As soon as Francisco let go of his shoulder, he marched straight over to the man on the ground and gripped his hair, roughly pulling his head back. One of his tentacles came out, and although he didn't want to do it to the man, he forced it down his throat and straight into his stomach and watched as Cliffs body jerked under him. It felt disgusting and wrong, to force his fluids into someone like this, but it wasn't a foreign feeling to him and he knew that no matter how bad it felt to him, what he was doing was going to stop someone else from being in unnecessary pain. Even if just temporary.

He brought his appendage back out more slowly, squirting the strange new liquid along the lining of his throat as he went. Once it was in his mouth, Quint let go of the mans hair so the he could use his hands to hold the mans jaw shut around his tentacle as he let a large amount spill into his mouth, coating it too. He then let go, and pulled his tentacle back, watching as the man opened his mouth and let the surplus spill out onto his shirt. He then stood, and slowly, he looked over at Sayori.

Quint didn't want to prolong her suffering. He knew she was in pain, and he knew the faster he did this, the faster they would be done with her. Still, he took just a brief few seconds to speak to her, his voice cracking with emotion as more tears spilled down his cheeks.

"Please remember what I told you, Sayori."

With that, he reached down to her hand and used his shirt to wipe the wound. It had already begun to clot and dry, and in order for his stuff to work, he would need the wound to be raw. Watching as the blood begin to spill and drip on the floor, he brought his tentacle up and shot a single squirt onto her severed finger. Once it congealed and stopped bleeding, he went over to her shoulder, and, again, scraped her wound off so that fresh blood would spill out. After a squirt there, he then made his way down to her rump. He grabbed her flesh with his hand, without really feeling, and inspected the wound. A few of his tears fell upon her flesh and mixed with the blood.

This one was going to be a bit trickier, and he knew he would need some kind of tool to get it in there, as he wasn't about to force the wound open any wider than it already was. With great reluctance, he looked up at Kuznet and conveyed his needs with just that simple look. The man had been a field medic, and then a doctor, and Quinton knew that he knew which tools had been used on her. So, as expected, Kuznet pulled out a little medical plunger from one of pockets and handed it to him.

Quint pulled the two pieces apart, squirted his liquid inside, and then replaced the pieces. Once he got the air out, he pulled on Sayoris flesh and forced the plunger into the wound until he felt it stop. He grunted and swallowed, trying to hold back his own vomit as he realized just how deep Nile had made the wound. The hand on her ass shook badly as he held her flesh, but he didn't waste time, carefully plunging the liquid in while simultaneously drawing the plunger back as he did so, making sure it coated everything. Once it was down, and the plunger had been pulled completely out, he threw it on the ground and stepped back.

He made a 'mmph' sound as he looked away, his hands balled up in fists at his sides and all four of his tentacles coming out to twitch in nervous patterns behind his back as he shook with disgust and barely controlled anger. Kuznet, who had watched everything with calm interest, could see that the boy was very close to cracking, so he decided to call it off here.

"Alright Francisco, take him back to his room. Nile, you can take Sayo-"

"No!" Quint yelled, the sudden echo throughout the whole room making even himself flinch. Kuznet simply stared at him, his eyes cold.

"No?" he asks. It was only one word. One single worded question, and yet, Quint knew by the tone that he had almost just fell off that tightrope. He had to step carefully now.

"Let me carry her...

Quint kept his eyes down as he stepped up to the tall mountain of a man, and though his hand was shaking like a leaf and he knew Sayori could see him if she were looking, he still reached out and laid it lightly over Kuznets bicep.

"Please Ray..."

His voice was quiet and small, that of a little boy who was asking for forgiveness and mercy, and as he felt the bile rise in his throat once more, he swallowed it down. Waiting, because he always made him wait, Quint stood there and simply shook with fear.

Kuznets arm moved slowly, his hand coming up to rest on the back of Quinton's shoulder and stroke him gently. The big man then leaned down so that his mouth was very close to Quints ear, and he whispered. After a few seconds, Quint gave a little nod of agreement, then slowly turned around and began to unstrap Sayori from her bindings. Once she was free, Quint held his arms out to her, asking with his body language that she come to him.

His eyes won't meet her own. All he can do is look over her shoulder as tears keep streaming down his face and he seems to be continuously swallowing.
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Cora let out a little squeal and laugh as he threatened to throw mud on her, swimming away a few feet and then putting her hand up to cover her face. Afterwards, when he swam up to her and got a bit more quiet, her grin turned more soft as she listened to him speak. She wasn't at all surprised by the news, but she still put a bit of excitement in her tone for her friends sake.

"Sabastiaan!" she squeaked, looking at him with a little sparkle in her eyes.

"How did that happen? Who told who first? Come on, details!"
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Vin just shrugged his shoulders and said "Suit yourself."

Once they were back, he set everything down and then he went walking along the edge of the lake, looking for anything of interest. Every place he had traveled always seemed to have some little treasure, some little secret that wanted to be found, if only someone were to look. Often they were tucked away in the places that most people ignored, usually out of impatience and a need to get where they were going, but sometimes just because their eyes glanced over it.

Today there didn't seem to be many secrets waiting to be revealed, but he still enjoyed the walk and it eventually brought him to a nice cluster of cattails.

 

[Poprockz]

“Sayori!”

Without having to look, she recognized Quint from his voice. Her heart sank a bit and she hated that he had to see her like that, handcuffed and strapped to the bed naked, the smell of blood and sex on her body. It wouldn’t be surprising if the vomit overpowered his nose for now though. Still, while kept her face turned in that direction, she didn’t look at him, not wanting to see the expression on his face.

The woman simply listened as Kuznet spoke, realizing why they had done these things to her. They wanted to see if his healing goop had limitations. She was fairly confident that the burn would be healed, but the hole in her flesh and her finger... she wasn’t so sure.

In any case, she turned her head away as he dealt with the man first, trying to block out the sounds of choking, gagging, and struggling. When at last it sounded like it was done, she turned her head back and saw Quint approach her. He looked so sad... or maybe sad wasn’t the right word. There were many emotions reflected in those beautiful crystal-hazel eyes. What he said next made her a bit confused for a moment before she felt him reopen the wound on her finger, his shirt brushing up against things that should never have seen the light of day.

She cried out in pain, her fists clenching as she couldn’t stop her body from jerking and trying to escape his touch. At that point she knew what he meant- he had to comply or they would both be punished. She didn’t want him to be hurt, especially now knowing what they were capable of. That being said, she couldn’t control her body when it came to responding to pain. The goop did seem to help though, feeling a bit cool and nice on her finger.

Another scream escaped her lips as he ripped up the skin of the burn, her body shaking and fresh tears coming to her cheeks. God, it was excruciating. It wasn’t his fault though, she knew he was doing it for a reason, though she wasn’t sure why. Soon that too was soothed by the goop.

She felt his hand on her ass, but it was far from sexual. It was obvious he was simply looking at the puncture Niles had made. It was a strange wound, so she didn’t blame him for having to inspect more closely. When she felt the plunger enter it, she whimpered, her shoulders wracking from a quiet sob, the woman gagging again as it bumped against her bone. And then... it was over. She sighed in relief as she heard the plunger fall on the ground, though she didn’t look at Quint yet.

“Niles, you can take Sayo-“

Sayori had started to shake, looking fearfully at Robo-Cop and wondering with dread if he was going to take his sweet time getting her back to her cell.

She jumped upon hearing Quint’s sudden, loud objection. Her eyes went to him with concern, afraid of the general’s reaction to that blatant display of disrespect. Why was he saying no? Did he not want to go back to the cells? Kuznet’s single word sent a chill down her spine and she feared what kind of punishment was brewing in the man’s twisted mind.

Her eyes widened when Quint revealed that he wanted to be the one to take her back. Why was he risking his safety for her? Didn’t he say that they needed to keep their heads down and do what they were told? Didn’t she tell him that she didn’t want to be the reason he suffered any more than necessary? She watched as he walked apologetically up to Kuznet, seeking forgiveness with a gentle touch, one that made her feel revolted even though it seemed necessary to prevent him from putting Quint “in his place.”

She wondered what Kuznet whispered to him next, knowing that it couldn’t be anything good. It was probably something horrible Quint had to do in order to make up for overstepping. She didn’t want it to cost him, but it wasn’t as though they could take it back now. Sayori did feel a bit relieved though, knowing that she would be able to return in his gentle arms.

Once the leather straps and handcuffs were off, she moved to get off, going onto her hands and knees before stepping down. Her wrists were bruised and chaffed from the handcuffs, the metal having dug into her wrists on the hook, and then again as she thrashed from the pain while on the bed frame. Though her legs were a bit wobbly, she was able to stand up, going to Quint and leaning against him. Though she was completely naked, none of that mattered. Were she in a better state of mind, she might have picked up her “clothes,” but right now all that mattered was that she was with Quint, the only one who gave a damn about what happened to her. He was far better a friend than she deserved.

The small woman clung to him, softly crying into his shirt as she waited to go back. She wasn’t sure if Niles would have done anything to her at this point, but she hoped not getting to take her back hadn’t angered the sadistic bastard.

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Sabastian felt a bit bashful from her enthusiasm, but there was still a bit of excitement in his own eyes as he started to tell her what happened, “well, we were on the couch and Vin was playing, and I started thinking about me and him. I really wanted us to be... together. But I was afraid of what he would say. He asked me what was on my mind and I totally acted like a dumbass and put my foot in my mouth, saying something about liking spending time with him.”

The little blond started fiddling with his locket, turning it over in his delicate hand, “he asked me if I wanted us to be more than just... um, close friends, but you guys came down the stairs and spooked me, so that conversation got put on hold. When we came out here and I went to train with him, he asked me about it and at that point I was super nervous so I said we should put it off. He insisted that we continue, so we talked it out and put our cards on the table so to speak. I told him first, and then I found out that he wanted me too, more than just physically, so I kissed him and we...” he cleared his throat for a moment, “continued training.”

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Damien simply relaxed, breathing through the heat and listening to the sounds of the forest.

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Near the cattails, barely perceptible was a box. Only the corner stood out of the dirt, and when dug out, would be no larger than a very thick book.

If one opened the box, they would see a soft, velvety bag with equally nice ropes as draw-strings. Inside there was a note, some very expired chocolates, and a rose quartz that had been shaped and smoothed into the shape of a heart.

The note read:

Dear Melanie,

I see you’ve found the box! I know you don’t like flowers, so I thought I’d get you the kind of rose that never wilts. Chocolates are never a bad gift as well, right?

I know my instructions were a bit vague as to why I wanted you to find this, but I hope it’s clear now that I love you and want to be with you. If you feel the same, please meet me on the bridge at 9 pm on Saturday. If not... then I guess you can keep the contents of the box, as I know the quartz would torture me whenever I looked at it and thought of you, and the chocolate would go straight to my ass.

Hope to see you soon!
Bernard

 

[Drobabes]

Quint bent down and put his arm behind her knees, and then lifted her up. Whether or not she could walk on her own, he knew that both himself and Francisco could probably walk faster than her. But more than that, he just wanted to keep her as physically close to himself as possible so that that little sadistic prick couldn't get close to her without coming near him first.

Kuznet looked down at him, then looked over to his two officers.

"Francisco, take them back to their cell. After you are done, I want to see you in my office."

The Officer nodded and then put his hand on Quints shoulder once more, leading them out of the room. He led them down the halls for some time, and when they were about halfway back, he looked down at Sayori with a grim expression.

"Quinton..." he started, his eyes going back up to the blue eyed zombie.

"Shut the fuck up Francisco. I've delt with enough of your guys shit."

Francisco looked ahead of them as they walked, his grip on Quints shoulder still tight. He was quiet for a moment, before speaking again.

"He'll get what he wants. One way or another. So, put your big boy pants on and just do it already."

After that, neither of them spoke. Francisco led them to their cells, which they hadn't bothered to repair, and let Quint simply go straight into Sayoris side of the cell. Then he shut and locked the door and left.

Once they were finally alone, Quint took her to the bed. Instead of simply sitting her down on it, however, he sat down himself and kept her in his arms. He still couldn't look at her, but the longer the seconds ticked by, the more his body shook until finally, he was full out sobbing. He leans his face down against her side and hugs her close, not painfully, but tightly nonetheless.

"I'm sorry god I'm so fucking sorry..."
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Cora watched his face as he talked, finding it to be pretty goddamn adorable the way he got all bashful and shy, his cheeks flushing slightly. When he mentioned the part about her and Damien coming down the stairs, she cringed just a tiny bit, but she remained quiet, letting him finish.

"Hmm..." she said, starting to lazily swim towards the shore.

"Kissed and then...just went back to training, huh?"

She laughed a little, but quickly moved on from it, not wanting to tease him too much, lest he start teasing her back.

"So, now, two questions."

She turned back around, facing him as she made slow strokes backwards.

"How are you feeling about all this? I mean I know you didn't want to tell him because your scared of hurting him, though I personally don't think you have to worry about it. I mean even Bowie seems to know not to squeeze too hard. Well, I mean, not including food obviously..."

She clears her throat, looking over at the little snake as he starts to follow them back.

"And how did that go, anyway? Training I mean."
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The corner of his foot tapped against it, and he looked down with curiosity. Once he realized it wasn't just a rock or a stick, he bent down and dug it up, a little toothy grin lighting up his face as he realized it was a buried box.

He opens it up and gives it a quick examination, his eyes scanning over the note and who had signed it.

"No way..." he breathed, his smile growing a bit bigger. Returning the note to the box, he stands back up and brushes it off, then decides to bring it back with him, momentarily not so interested in collecting cattails.
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"Check it out" he says, holding the box up for Damien to see as he comes over to the tree he's resting under. He sits down heavily on the ground next to him, with about two feet between them,and hands him-the box to examine.

"Secret love letter, and I think I know who wrote it."

He gives him a toothy grin, obviously very pleased with himself that he managed to find a little secret, especially one so juicy as a secret romantic meet-up.

 

[Poprockz]

The way his arms effortlessly scooped her up was comforting, and she really needed comfort right then. He held her so protectively, she almost felt like he could protect her from anything. Almost. At least it was a nice thought, as they both knew that if Kuznet had changed his mind and told him to put her down, he would have had to do so.

She was silent as they went down the hall, merely listening as the officer cautioned him against denying Kuznet's wishes. It wasn't obvious what they were talking about, but if she had to guess then she would probably guess that he meant the egg-laying. Whether Quint's appendage had been healed or not, she didn't know. What she did know was that the officer was correct in saying that whether Quint liked it or not, he would eventually have to give in to the General's demands.

When they got back to the cells, her shoulders relaxed a bit and she felt relieved. It was strange- she never thought she would be happy to see her prison again.

Sayori expected him to set her down, so when he didn't she was a bit puzzled (though she wasn't going to complain if he wanted to hold her for longer). She felt broken and used, humiliated and ashamed. His shaking could be felt before the sobs started, and she put her arms around his torso under his arms.

"I'm sorry god I'm so fucking sorry..."

"I know," she replied softly, tears streaming down her face as well. She could have said something like that it wasn't his fault, or that she was okay now, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was that his arms were around her, and that she was no longer at the mercy of Niles, even if it was only temporary.

The woman reached up and gently turned his tear-stained face toward her. "I know, Quint. I'm sorry too. I didn't want you to have to suffer for me. I don't know what he whispered in your ear, but I know that everything comes at a price here. I... never wanted to cause you pain." She stroked his face softly, her eyes puffy from the screaming and crying she had done today.

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"What?! I-" sputtered said as she laughed, not having any kind of comeback. He definitely wasn't going to go into their activities, but maybe she was just teasing him. This almost seemed confirmed as she moved the conversation onward.

Sabastian sighed and looked a bit troubled, his eyes going back toward the shore to see Vin walking back toward Damien, his gaze then returning to Cora. "Well. We did a bit of testing and it turns out that I can actually rip up a redwood and lob it. That crashing? That was me, tossing a big ol'-fucking tree. If you don't believe me, ask Damien. The man just about pissed his pants when he saw me do it." A chuckle sounded from him before it died out, his expression becoming more serious again.

"On that same note, if I can do something like that, it makes me afraid to even be within miles of Vin. What if I gradually lose my mind? It's still a possibility. And... and what if I'm defending us and he somehow gets in the way and I accidentally hurt him? Or what if we're... intimate and something happens then. I just feel like that kind of strength shouldn't exist." Looking downward, he started to fiddle with his locket again, turning it over in his hands almost rhythmically.

"I'm worried, but I want things to be okay. I'm really happy, but I'm scared to let myself be happy because it might be taken away in an instant, you know?"

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"Check it out"

Having been peacefully resting under the large tree, he peeked an eye open at Vin's approach, wondering what he might have to show him. When he saw the box caked in dirt, it piqued his interest and he sat up a little, taking the box from Vin and also looking over the contents. He smelled the chocolates and shook his head, letting out a little, "whew..." before putting them to the side. The rose quartz was really pretty and felt very nice to rub in his hand. It reminded him of one of those smooth worry stones.

However, he was most interested by the note, taking it and reading it quickly before rubbing his chin. "Bernard... It sounds familiar. Wasn't there someone on the base named Bernard?" Damien wasn't really sure, not having hung out with the band as much as Vin had, especially not with the shaggy-haired guitarist.

While he waited for an answer, he took the pouch, slowly pulling out the draw-string and founding that it was longer and softer than he thought. Maybe they could use it for something later like tying something down if there was bad weather, or keeping a bundle of something secured. One could never turn down possible supplies after all.

 

[Drobabes]

"I... never wanted to cause you pain."

"You didn't do this, Sayori. I did. This is my fault."

He looked away from her and then leaned back against the cold wall. Almost unconsciously, one of his tentacles came out to hold her up as he let her go with his arms, his hands going up to cover his face.

Quint felt hopeless and trapped. He knew it was coming, something bad like this, and he knew it was only going to continue to get worse. Kuznets manipulations and traps would continue to spiral into darker and darker territory, and he really wasn't sure if he could handle it this time around.

He missed Cora. He missed his parents. He missed Sarah. God, he missed her the most. How was he going to do this without her?
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Coras mouth actually fell open when he said he had been able to throw a redwood tree, and she started to speak, to ask the same question of 'do you know how much those things weigh?', but she stopped herself. He was obviously already worried enough, he really didn't need her making it worse.

"I'm really happy, but I'm scared to let myself be happy because it might be taken away in an instant, you know?"

Her hazel eyes stare into his for a long moment, and she remains quiet. Before she could bring herself to speak, they became damp with moisture and she turns her gaze away to the shore, looking at Damien as she talks.

"You know I think... You should, let him make that choice, Sabastian. I get that you want to keep him safe, but... things happen. I think... maybe you should treat your strength like a bullet."

She turns her eyes back to him again, a few tears spilling over even though she manages to keep her voice pretty steady.

"Treat it like a gun. Don't fire unless you know you can make the shot."

Her shoulders give a little shrug, and she gives him a bit of a weak smile.

Truthfully, she wanted to tell him what they had really been doing out in the woods. She wanted to tell him that maybe it was worth the risk, but, not only was she scared of sounding a little crazy, she really didn't want to get into that conversation. After she had gotten bit, and she thought there was a chance that she might die, she had told him a small fraction of what had happened to her. But that's all it was, a fraction, and she wanted to keep it that way.
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He cracked his knuckles and adjusted himself on the somewhat sandy ground, getting comfortable before reaching over and grabbing his guitar. His eyes went out to the lake, and he smiled when he saw Sabastian look his way.

"Wasn't there someone on the base named Bernard?"

"Yup. He was the guitarist in the band. Not sure if it's the same person, but Bernard isn't exactly a common name. If it is him though,"

He looked over to Damien with a grin.

"Then that will be one interesting story I'd like to get out of him."

Vin turned back to his guitar then, starting to idly strum it.

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He didn't sing, seemingly just content to let the guitar and his hands do the work for him.

"I wonder if she stood him up," he mused, continuing to strum as he spoke.

"She obviously didn't find the box."

 

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She almost didn’t notice the tentacle gently coming around to hold her as he freed his hands. The woman continued to lean against him, looking up at him as he leaned back and put his face in his hands, her fragile body curled up on his lap. He looked disheartened, and though she was in similar shape herself, she wanted to try to help, even just a little.

Sayori was quiet, thinking of anything that might give him some comfort. “I wish things didn’t have to be this way. I wish neither you nor I had to be tortured like this. I wish... a lot of things. But I’m grateful you’re here with me, as selfish as that might be. I feel like without you here, I might really go insane.”

She paused before continuing, “I don’t think I thanked you yet though... for taking me back to the cell. I was afraid that I would be left in his care once more. I’m pretty sure he hates me, though I’m not sure why. Maybe he just hates everyone though. He said that if Kuznet didn’t have plans for me, he’d play with me until I broke.” The girl chuckled weakly, “that man needs an exorcism because I refuse to believe he’s human.”

At the end, he had talked to her like she was nothing more than a pile of shit under his shoe. And she had to admit that she did feel like shit for having cum twice for him. It was almost as though he had been testing her to see how lewd she really was before punishing her for being a “whore” as he said. Maybe she was a whore... how could she argue when she had only cum like that for the two men who forcibly took her?

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He was a bit taken aback when she started to cry, unsure as to what had triggered her until she looked back at Damien. Perhaps she felt the same way about Damien, though in a bit of a different way. Like she was a candle with a flame hovering over her, threatening to melt anyone who got close. Though he wished she hadn’t been able to do so, it was a bit comforting to have her understand what he was going through.

Cora’s tears made the little blonde look at her with concern, the man swimming quickly over to her. His appendages came out and kept them afloat as he reached out and hugged her, squeezing her gently and moving her slightly side-to-side in a hug.

He then pulled back and kept a hand on her shoulder, giving her a little smile, “I’m not sure it’s quite like a gun since I can’t switch it on and off, but I get what you mean. I’ll just try to be careful and only try to use strength if I’m actually thinking about it.”

A sigh came from his lips and then his smile grew bigger, “who would have known that the two guys we ended up traveling with would be so stubborn, huh? On the plus side though...” he glanced at the beach before leaning in. “Vin touched one of my extra arms and he didn’t say it felt like anything in particular.” He winked at her with a smug smile, hoping that might cheer her up.

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Damien smirked back at him, imagining the shaggy-haired guy trying to woo a woman with a treasure hunt, a crystal, and some chocolates. He had to give points for going out of his way to do something off the beaten track.

“Hm... we’ve got to give him points for creativity. As far as whether it worked out... who knows? Maybe she found his instructions, suspected that he had feelings, and then just cut to the chase. Not sure if that’s it though since he didn’t come back for the contents of the box. I feel like if he put so much effort into hiding it, that if she just jumped his bones, he’d come back for it to give it to her in person.”

His eyes examined the rose quartz, finding it very pleasant to look at.

“One thing’s for sure. He’s going to have to spill the beans the next time we see him.” Looking up, he watched Cora and Sabastian hug, wondering what they were talking about.

 

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The quiet moment gave Quint a chance to start to get himself under control. He wouldn't be alright, he would never be alright until either himself or Kuznet were dead, but at least for the moment, he could push it aside.

Her quiet words could be heard, but Quint didn't want to think anymore. He couldn't. He was so close to mentally shutting off, and the only thing that was keeping him from going into that comfortable numbing fog was the fact that Sayori still needed his help. Or perhaps she didn't need it, but he wanted to give it to her nonetheless, and he really needed something, anything, for his mind to do. So, he takes a deep breath, he wipes his eyes, and then he finally looks down at her as he stands, taking her with him.

"Do you think you can stand?"

His voice cracks a bit, the tight coil of tension still wrapping itself around his mind.

"Let's get you some clothes."

It was a small decency, but one that he knew how powerful of an effect it could have. Just the simple act of being able to cover yourself after you had been used and felt so exposed could do so much.
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That hug felt so good; so genuine. She hadn't meant to be such a cry baby, but Damien wasn't the only one who had been pulling her out of her dark place. Perhaps it was because of what they had went through together, or perhaps it was just because of who he was, but whatever the case, Cora loved that little blond haired booze hound and she found that she couldn't, nor did she want to, put her barriers up around him.

"who would have known that the two guys we ended up traveling with would be so stubborn, huh?"

She gives him an over dramatic eye roll at that comment. Stubborn had to have been the understatement of the century. At his next comment, though, she quickly lifted her hand to cover her mouth as a little snort of a laugh left her and she couldn't help but look over at the nomad.

"I wonder when he's going to make the connection" she laughs, looking back at him with a sly grin.

"Hey!" she says suddenly.

"Race you back! And no cheating!"

And just like that she is off, turning around and starting to splash him with her kicking feet as she laughs and leaves him in waves.
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He gave a little grin at his 'jump his bones' comment, but he didn't say anything to rest of what he had said. He suspected that they either both lost the location of the box, or that it just hadn't ended well and she probably didn't return his feelings. Almost offhandedly, Vin wondered if the Bernard had ever tried to write a song about it. He wasn't much of a good writer himself, but stuff like that gave a real good feeling to a song, when it came from the heart.

Finishing what he had been strumming, he moved back a bit, scooting over to the other side of the tree, and leaned back against the trunk. His fingers started working on a new tune, though he messed up the first cord and had to start it over. He seemed a bit oblivious to Sabastian and Cora heading back, but really, he was letting himself stare off into the tree line. Maybe if he got lucky he too would see a ghost.

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As she finished up speaking, she noticed that it seemed like he was getting overwhelmed. For this reason, she simply let the comfortable silence come back as he collected himself a bit.

His sudden inclination to stand up was surprising, but when she learned what he was aiming to do, it made more sense. He wanted to clothe her, shield her from the camera's and officers' eyes while giving her back a bit of her dignity. However, there was hardly anything available for her to use as clothing. The only items they could use were the pillowcase and blanket in his cell, her own two items having been left behind.

She pursed her lips before answering, "I can stand, yes. But if you're thinking of clothing me with your pillowcase and blanket, I will only accept the pillowcase- I will not take your blanket. I am no more deserving of it than you are, and if I'm to be given any choice in the matter, I would want you to keep it in case they ever blast you with cold again."

It was doubtful that Kuznet would bother giving her any clothes, not even a plain little dress. They weren't really necessary and he care about her covering up. That being said, she did wonder if he might give them another blanket considering the circumstances. Her faith in anything was a bit dampened at the moment though.

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Hopefully Vin would never make the connection. The man didn't seem like the type to use dildos on himself, and he doubted he would ever use them on someone else with a dick like his primed and ready. Therefore, while he didn't doubt that Vin had seen them before and knew what they were, he could only hope he hadn't touched them enough to connect the dots.

If the big man ever did, he could just imagine him with that big grin on his face. In any case, he wouldn't have his appendages out and about for him to touch anyway, so his secret was likely safe.

He was about to articulate these thoughts to her when his thoughts were interrupted.

"Hey! Race you back! And no cheating!"

"I don't have to cheat to-" and with that, he got a mouthful of water from her splashing. Spitting it out, he smirked and dived under the water. He wasn't going to use his appendages, but he knew he was faster than her now even without them. Sabastian quickly swam so that he was a yard in front of her, surfacing and in turn splashing her in the face as he continued to outpace her.

"How do you like them apples, BEYOTCH!" He laughed and made sure he was always about a yard ahead of her so that he was just out of reach. Ah, how sweet revenge could be.

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Damien smiled as he listened to the sound of Vin's guitar; it was comforting and nostalgic in a way. He could swear he heard that song before, but he wasn't sure what it was. It didn't matter, but he still wondered as he listened. Songs like that seemed like they tried to make one think about good memories of the past, but all he could think of was his memories with Cora.

His eyes popped open at the sound of splashing though and he stiffened, his eyes finding Cora and Sabastian quickly. Once he knew they were just playing around, he relaxed once more. A little chuckle escaped his lips as he watched them race, Sabastian clearly fucking with her by staying just in front of her.

 

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He looked down into her brown doe eyes and for just a second, his lips twisted into a painful smile. She was so sweet, laying there in his arms after having just been tortured and used and still thinking about him first. She didn't deserve to be here. And Kuznet didn't deserve to live.

"You deserve something more decent than a blanket or pillowcase."

He sniffed, and then, very gently and carefully he let her down onto her feet, making sure to hold her in case the huge hole that bastard had taken from her flesh was going to make it impossible to keep her balance. Once he knew that she could stand, or at least, grip the bed for a moment, he stepped back from her and let his tentacles retract so that he can peel his shirt off. It wasn't much, just a black cotton t shirt with some sporting logo on it, but with how much smaller she was than him, he though it should at least cover her down to her upper thighs. In the back of his mind, he wished he had given it to her earlier, but he also knew that doing so would have only gotten their attention focused on her sooner.

His body was slightly buff, though leaning more towards a toned swimmer or runner than someone who spends a lot of time at the gym. His chest is broad, and for the most part, smooth on his six foot frame, except for the smallest patch of dark hair lending to his happy trail just above his waist.

Quint looked at her petite frame, but he didn't stare. He simply looked to make sure that she took his shirt, and that she was going to put it on. After all, as beautiful as she was, the current circumstances didn't put him in any kind of mood to feel lust or attraction, and not to mention with how much he was missing his Sarah. This was just circumstances.

"The cold isn't going to kill me, Sayori, it just hurts and makes it so I can't move as well. My body seems to be a lot more resilient now. So please, take the shirt. I'll go get my blanket after you got it on."
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Cora laughed and squealed, momentarily stopping so that she could throw her hands up in an attempt to stop the mad splashing that he was giving her. Just as quickly though, she got feisty and started to put her all into it, kicking as hard as she could in an attempt to catch up with him. It didn't seem to matter, however, as he was always about a yard ahead of her.

When they finally get back to shore, she's exhausted but still laughing hard between breaths and she pulls herself up out of the water. Looking over her shoulder, just to make sure Bowie is still following them, she then turns back and to Sabastian and sticks her tongue out at him before laughing again.

"I still say you, you cheated" she pants, trying to catch her breathe. Once she's breathing normal again, she looks over to the tree, spotting the two men, but mostly noticing that Damien had peeled his shirt off. A little spark seems to light up her eyes before she starts to make her way over.
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Vin had also looked up at the splashing, laughing lightly once he realized what they were doing. He sets the guitar down in his lap and then cups his hands around his mouth.

"Go go go!" he cheers, not really routing for anyone in particular, but just enjoying their little impromptu competition. Once they were back up on shore, he shook his head with a little laugh again and went back to strumming. Now, however, his eyes were glued to Sabastians soaking wet form, and he gave the little man a cocky grin, hoping he would come over and join them for a moment.

 

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She wasn't sure what he meant by that, whether he was simply lamenting their lack of clothes, or whether he was going to ask one of the officers for some. Hopefully it was the former.

The floor felt cold as her feet lighted onto the ground once more. While she thought she would be able to stand without too much difficulty, she still felt the stinging pain from the hole, the tube having taken a small sliver of her muscle with it. Every time her glutes were used to balance, it would sting in a way she wasn't used to. On top of that, her ass was still sore from being used so harshly by Niles, so she ended up having to lean on the bed a bit and grab the bedframe for support, her face having a strained expression. The woman didn't dare sit down yet, knowing that it would be an experience all on its own.

What she didn't expect was for him to take his shirt off and hand it to her. She looked at it in her hands for a moment and then looked back up at him. While she could now see his bare chest, she too was not in the mindset of seeking anything romantic or sexual right now, especially with what she had just gone through. Still, she thought to herself that his wife had been a lucky woman to have someone who was as handsome on the outside as he was beautiful on the inside.

From the look on his face, she assumed that he wasn't going to take no for an answer as far as the shirt went, so she decided to accept it with grace.

"Thank you. You have a very kind heart Quint. You may have tentacles that grow out of your sides, but I think you may be the most human one here." She gave him a grateful little smile and pulled his shirt on. Of course with their difference in body type and height (her being much smaller than Quint in many respects), the shirt indeed was like a short dress on her. It was warm and comforting, and she felt a strong wave of gratitude coming over her for such a simple gift. "Really, thank you."

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"Mhm. Someone's just jealous of my mad skills," Sabastian replied with a smug grin. He walked up onto the shore and ran his fingers through his wet hair so that his blonde hair didn't drip into his eyes. The little blonde looked over to Vin and Damien, noticing the look on Vin's face. He had heard Vin cheering as they raced, pleased that the man was watching him.

The man walked over to Vin and stood near him to his side, leaning against the tree. He would have sat down next to him, but he didn't want to get Vin too wet since Sabastian was literally soaked and dripping. However, that didn't mean he couldn't get Vin a little bit wet. Squeezing some water from his shirt into his hand, he held his hand over Vin's head and let it drip the cold water on top of him.

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Damien's eyes went up and down Cora's body as she made her way over, once again admiring how sexy she looked while soaked to the bone. He grinned, straightening up a bit, "well well, lady of the lake. Have you come to bestow a mythical sword upon us?"

 

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"Really, thank you."

He had, for the most part, stopped crying, and he was able to look at her and give her a more genuine smile this time.

"You're welcome. It's... not much, but, it's a lot after..."

Quint had wanted to say more, but suddenly found the words stuck in his throat. They both knew what she had just been through so perhaps words weren't needed.

After she got the shirt on, he walked over to the other cell and grabbed the thin blanket. Coming back over to her side, he sits down on her bed and tosses the blanket over his shoulders, and then looks at her.

"Do you want me to hold you for a while? Take the pressure off of it?"

He did want her to be able to sit or lie down without hurting herself, but he also just wanted that closeness. That physical comfort of another person touching him that wasn't some deranged sicko and that didn't have some ulterior motive of why they wanted to be so close.
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Cora grinned as she came up and sat between his legs, leaning her back against his chest before she looked up at him.

"I thought you were the keeper of the swords? I'm just a little siren, here to eat your heart out."

She reached up and gave him another boop on his nose, not being able to resist. If Bowie were nearby, she might have settled for his little snoot, but he looked like he was in the mood to sunbathe on the rock instead.

Vin closed his eyes and leaned his head forward a little, letting the water drip more towards his neck. His clothes were already almost dry, and that cool water on his head and neck felt pretty damn good. Afterwards, he leaned his head back against the tree and just looked up at Sabastian with a relaxed smile.

"Dj's taking requests again, but the price is you have to cool me off more."

 

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"You're welcome. It's... not much, but, it's a lot after..."

Sayori almost didn't want him to continue and was relieved when he did not. While she had hoped back in the room that he hadn't seen the cum on her ass, she knew now that there was no way he hadn't. It had been right there, apparent. Even if he was focused on the puncture wound, he would have noticed. It didn't seem like it surprised him though and why should it? Those sick bastards probably did things like this all the time.

She settled for a small nod in response, watching him as he walked back into his side of the cell and came back with the blanket. When he offered to hold her, her eyes became hopeful and she nodded. Though, she hesitated for just a moment, her expression becoming a bit guilty, "I don't want you to feel like you have to take care of me, but... if you're offering, then yes. I could really use a friend right now."

Being in his arms was something she really wanted, to feel comforted and close to him. He truly was her only friend right now, her other friends and family likely either dead or untraceable. Not only that, but it kept replaying over and over in her mind, the things Niles had said to her, and the way had played with her like a toy. Those cold eyes... They would haunt her forever.

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"Perhaps I'll have to bestow a sword to you then, the most magical of swords. I'm afraid you're out of luck on the heart front though, I already gave it to a certain tough little woman." He grinned, but blinked when she booped him, returning the favor by nipping her ear for a moment.

Damien hummed with contentment, loving how cool her clothes and body felt against his own. She was like a little cooling pack, and he couldn't help but reach around her and wrap his arms around her torso, moving his legs in close to hug hers. He even set his chin on her shoulder and leaned his face against her wet hair, sighing and smiling softly.

Vin looked so dam sexy when he closed his eyes and tilted his head, Sabastian almost wanted to take his shirt off and just squeeze it over the man like rain- that would be hot. As it was, it seemed like Vin preferred it more on his neck and he didn't want him to have to lean over all the time. For that reason, Sabastian slipped his shirt off and exposed his creamy chest. The shirt was twisted just a bit before he threw it over his own shoulder.

Bending over and reaching out, he gently gathered Vin's long hair in his hands and lifted it up off of his neck. The shirt was then brought around his shoulders. Sabastian then replaced his hair back on his shoulder and sat down side-by-side with him.

"Requests, huh? How about "Save The Last Dance For Me"? You don't have to sing it if it's higher like the other song, but you could probably just play the instrumental version." Sabastian said, turning his head to look at Vin's guitar and then up at his face.

 

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"I could really use a friend right now."

His ocean blue eyes looked at her with sadness as he opened the blanked up a bit and held his arms open once more, inviting her to come over.

"I could really use one too" he said earnestly. Once she started to sit, he helped her by picking her legs up and situating her so that her wound wasn't pressing on anything, and then he wrapped the blanket back around them as well as he could.

After that, he fell quiet, not really sure what could be said at this point. He wished there was some kind of distraction, the boredom of the cell offering no relief from his thoughts. He knew what would be coming soon, and he knew it had really only been a matter of time. Kuznet had been waiting for him to screw up, to find a reason to punish him, and now he had one. The only thing left to question now was if he would come get him soon, tonight, or if he would put it off until tomorrow and make him squirm.
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"Damn" she says in response to him already giving his heart away, and when he nipped her ear, she squirmed and tried to lean away playfully.

His body felt pleasingly warm after the cool water, like how sitting out in the sun after a good swim felt. She sighed herself and settled in, looking back up through the leaves of the tree again and listening as Sabastian made his request for a song.

Vins brown eyes watched him peel his shirt off, and he was grateful when he wrapped it around his shoulders. When Sabastian then sat down beside him, he listened to his request, but his eyes still roamed over his delicate little pale body.

"Mm, I can do that. I'll just sing it in a lower key."

He finally peels his eyes off of him long enough to look down at his guitar. It wasn't an acoustic guitar, so he wouldn't be able to pull off some of drum sounds that he could normally do by tapping his hand against the wood, but that didn't mean he couldn't make up for it with some extra string plucking.

"You can dance,
Every dance with the guy who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight,"

As the music began to fill the air, Cora put her hand up on Damiens arm and started tapping her fingers to the beat.

 

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Sayori curled up in his arms, her head against his chest as he held her. She wanted to comfort him, to repay some of his kindness. Obviously the topics she had chosen previously hadn't been ones he responded well to, so she tried to pick something a bit more light-hearted. Her little face was upturned toward him as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Tell me about your sister. What were some fun memories you had together? What is she like?" She hoped that the subject of his sister might cheer him up a bit, the thought of someone special being out there waiting for him if he were to get out of here. Based on the picture of her and Damien, she looked happy, even though she was with such a man.

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Damien listened to Vin play, enjoying the way Cora was tapping on his arm. As someone who had a lot of time on his hands and an overbearing rich mother, he actually knew how to do several classical dances including Tango. Of course, his dance instructor had been a man since she didn't want "her Damien dancing with some hussy." That had been interesting, considering the instructor was used to leading. The money offered soon inspired him to figure out how to teach Damien to lead though.

She seemed a bit tired right now though, so he would save his smooth dance moves for later. For now, he would simply sit and let the music calm their weary souls.

Sabastian had noticed Vin's eyes roaming, and it made his cheeks take on that soft glow they often had. The fact that Vin thought that he was sexy never ceased to please and flatter him. The way Vin sang was so nice, he could definitely see how each town would be quick to let him play for a place to stay. His hands were so graceful and his voice was free-spirited, but very practiced. It was as though he had sang so much and mastered his voice to a degree that he could simply let go and do what he wanted.

The little blonde leaned back against the tree and looked out upon the lake with a dreamy expression. He was thinking about Vin in an old-fashioned suit, leading him into a party, Sabastian being in a little white suit of his own. Maybe they would simply drink and laugh, or maybe they would dance and then retire to a bench, the large man whispering things into his ear.