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Every little mewl and heavy breath, every little whine and slight grunt of pain, was exquisite. It had been much too long since he had felt that vice like, almost painfully tight, grip around his cock, and it took quite a bit for him not to simply pull her petite little ass straight down to his thighs.

His own breathing was even and calm-deceiving, just as his voice. However, when she begged for him to stop, when she pleaded with that sweet voice and was so convinced that she couldn't possibly take anymore, he could not hide the way his cock throbbed hotly inside her, wanting to simply fuck her until she cried and begged for mercy. In due time, he would take what he wanted, but not now.

"Please don't move... I-I can't!"

He was smiling. Not quite that wicked, evil, smile, but it was damn close.

Holding her hips down with one hand, he let the other glide up her side and cup her face, holding her so that she remained like that-facing him.

"You can't? My cock is already buried deep inside you, little lamb. Do not lie."

As if to remind her, he moved her hips ever so slightly, and his rock hard dick twitched once more.

"You are afraid. Fear is a useless emotion, Sayori. Bury it, and bury my cock along with it."

He bent down then, taking her small mouth once more. His tongue sought her own, and then, pushed past it-straight to the back of her throat and almost seeming to delve inside before he pulled back and let her breath.

"Now," he whispered, his hot breathe just an inch from her lips.

"Ride me. Ride me, or...I will ride you."
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Quint sat back up and put his hands on his knees, then he leaned forward a bit, listening with a huge grin on his face. It was the best thing he had heard in a while, truly something to brighten up the current hellhole they were living in.

The description of Bowie acting like a little tug boat and pulling Cora through a lake made him laugh, and he wished that he could have been there to see it. Though it was just a tad disappointing to hear that Bowie couldn't share jokes, Quint still found the level of intelligence he was displaying to be mind blowing. Truly, he hadn't had a chance to see the fully changed animals in action, but from the tidbits that Francis had been able to share, it was clear that Bowie was now sentient, and that only made the love that Quint already felt for the little danger noodle grow even more.

"He's also very fond of giving and receiving snoot boops."

"Ha!" he laughed, sitting back a bit. He then very quickly leaned forward and put his hands up, then made a bit of a 'come here' gesturing motion.

"Wait, show me, show me!” he followed it with, hoping Sabastian would be able to actually send him a memory of it.
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"She's gone Lizz. There's no use talking about her now."

She glanced up briefly to see his face, the quietness of his voice seeming a bit off for him, and when she saw the look on his face, she quickly put her head back down to avoid his gaze. Despite however she felt, it was clear that Maverick had cared about her deeply. Certainly enough to forgive her for her wrongdoings, even if Lizz herself thought it foolish.

"Right...sorry Maverick..." she said just as quietly.

A moment later she felt something warm and wet hit her skin, but she didn't need to glance up this time to know the man was crying. For just a moment, she felt just a little awkward, not knowing what to do or how to comfort him. But, after a few seconds, she decides to just hug him back, letting her arm wrap around his torso and squeeze him gently.

For a moment, all was quiet save for the horses playing in the yard, then Lizz could hear the sound of the side door opening and Damaris continuing her work.

Giving Maverick a little pay on his chest, she starts to scoot away and get up.

"I should go help her finish that so we can eat and get unpacked. Keep an eye on Cody for me?"

 

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Even the small movement of his hips sent a little pained mewl from her lips, the woman not sure how she could survive any regular movements. Even if Kuznet were to show mercy to her and pull her off of his cock, it would be just as awful as sliding down. He was right in saying that she couldn't simply remain sitting on his lap with his pole between her legs.

"You are afraid. Fear is a useless emotion, Sayori. Bury it, and bury my cock along with it."

Her glossy brown eyes looked into his as he said that with such a deceivingly soft voice, his hand gentle but firm against her cheek. Oh how she wished she could bury the fear she felt- life would certainly be a lot easier that way. There was no way to fight the tendrils of panic that always lingered near her, threatening to grab her ankles and wrap around her throat, paralyzing her until all she could do was gasp for air and hope that it would pass. He was such a hypocrite; he probably didn't even know what true fear was.

"Mm!" she made a little noise as his mouth once again pushed against hers, invading her and forcing her to accept him. His tongue was so big, yet it was quite agile as well. It was the sort of tongue that was probably excellent in between a woman's legs. She never wanted to know what that felt like as she hated the idea of him spreading her legs and tasting her. When his tongue pushed to the back of her mouth, she felt like she might gag, his tongue filling her up too much for comfort.

She was grateful to be released a moment later, her lips still slightly open as she panted for breath, his own lips hovering nearby as though he wasn't quite sure whether he was satisfied with her mouth yet.

"Ride me. Ride me, or...I will ride you."

Sayori swallowed hard, though her eyes couldn't go any wider than they already were. How could he expect her to ride him when she could barely even take him moving a centimeter? Still... the look in his eyes told her that if he was the one doing the riding, he wouldn't be holding back for her. While he was forcing a cruel choice upon her, in some ways he was giving her mercy by allowing her to control the pace at which they went.

Her bottom lip trembled before she slowly nodded to him. She still wasn't sure if she could do this, but she had to try. Resituating her hands a bit further out on his thighs, she leaned forward a bit and hesitated. Very slowly, she let her bent legs start to pull her upward. She whimpered, her legs shaking as she moved up his cock. When she got about halfway up, she then let herself slowly sink down. The small woman was huffing and whining, sometimes squirming at the intense feelings of pain, uncomfortability, and... perhaps there was something else in the very far background. While she hung her head down in concentration, she had an expression of pain and desperation.

She was going agonizingly slow, she knew this, but she really couldn't go any faster on her own. If he bade her go faster, she knew she would have to concede to him, but for now she was at least able to continuously move on top of his lap. The woman was still wearing her soft sweater, but her nipples poked against the fabric, pert and sensitive.

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Quint's excitement was catching on and he couldn't help but feel bubbly with excitement. Nodding, he said, "Okay okay, lemme concentrate and try to let you see some of it."

Sabastian grinned and rubbed his hands together, closing his eyes to better concentrate and envision their day at the lake. The first thing he remembered was tossing Vin into the lake. He then remembered the way Cora had squealed as the snake dragged her through the water by her wrist, its lithe form wiggling at the surface of the water. There was the image of Sabastian and Cora talking and laughing as Bowie swam with them. He envisioned the little race he and Cora had shared, and the little chat Vin had had with him about Bowie. At the memory of Vin, he couldn't help but think of the memory of kissing him deeply while his hands undid his pants, sliding in to-

He shut that one down hard, not wanting to do make Quint think about what had come after. His cheeks went pink, the little blonde shifting slightly on his beanbag as he swallowed and tried to focus again. To distract Quint, he thought of the memory of the fish smacking him in the face. He then imagined the way Bowie bobbed his head, his intelligent eyes looking at them as they spoke on the shore. Then finally, he envisioned the way Bowie would sometimes raise himself up and boop his nose against Cora's or Damien's nose.

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"Right...sorry Maverick..."

He didn't answer her, not really having the heart to say anything. Though he didn't want her to feel bad about trying to comfort him so he gave her a comforting little squeeze. Lizz was a good girl, and he hoped the best for her with that kind heart and spunky attitude of hers.

When she started scooting away, he reluctantly released her. He really liked the physical contact of her warm body against hers, a gentle reminder that he wasn't alone and that there were still good people in this world. Though he knew he would never pursue anything with her, it wasn't important- it was simply good to have a friend in that moment.

The man sniffed and quickly wiped his eyes, nodding brusquely, "yeah, I'll hang out with Cody for a little while."

Once she got up and started heading out, he looked over at Cody and patted his lap. "You can come closer if you want, buddy."

 

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Kuznet was a patient man when he wanted to be, and as the little women rode him, he did little but keep his hand on her hip and let his other hand travel down to the pearl necklace, lightly toying with it as her little body shook with effort and fear.

After some time, he let his hands roam to the edge of her sweater, and then he pulled it up and off of her, placing it by himself on the bed. Kuznet knew she was likely cold, but her he didn't plan on leaving her skin completely bare to the elements for long.

Moving his hands back behind her, he opened his own jacket, and then shirt, before pressing his bare chest to her back and moving his hands to her chest, taking each soft little mound in his huge hands and kneading them with practiced, soft, pressure.

"That's it Sayori..." he whispered, bending down to kiss her shoulder.

"You are adjusting so well."

He gave her nipples a soft little pinch, and then his hands splayed out and roamed back down to her hips, where he gripped her and began to help lift her up and down on his length. He didn't outright bounce her, but he did pick up the speed to what a normal couple might have considered sensual.
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Quint closed his eyes as well, wanting to get a clear picture of it. He saw the long haired man again, wondering if that was the person that Sabastian had wanted to keep safe. He found it pretty hilarious, the way he had so easily tossed him into the water, but he was more eager to see the memories of Bowie.

The image and events came through soon after, and not only did it make him smile and laugh, it filled him with bittersweet yearning and courage. He needed to get the hell out of here-to be free again; to see Cory again. Kuznet couldn't keep him here forever.

He was just starting to focus again on the laughter and the way Bowie moved, when suddenly he felt the sudden rush and heat of something intensely erotic. He opened his eyes just as he started to feel that kiss, and he shivered with both mild disgust and sweet relief when Sabastian shut the memory down. Personally, he couldn't care less what the little man's sexual preference was, but not only was that memory obviously private and crossing some social boundaries, but he himself was completely straight. That, and, it was uncomfortable on a deeper level because of what Kuznet had forced him to do throughout his life.

He started to feel Sabastian trying to change over to memories of Bowie again, and he closed his eyes once more, glad to be moving on.

The memory of Bowie bobbing his little head was great, and he smiled again. Although, what came next made him frown, and then quickly furrow his brows. It was that guy again-that fucker who had forced Sayori, and, possibly his sister. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked away.

"Alright, you know, I'm good for now."

He tried to keep the edge out of his voice, but he had a difficult time hiding his emotions even before this whole mental linking business. He was thankful to Sabastian for showing him those memories, but they had unfortunately been tainted from the unwanted lust and that bastards face.

"You know, while we still have time, maybe we should practice trying to block each other out."
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The dog didn't hesitate. He pulled himself halfway up, and then, with his tail wagging so hard that it made half his butt shake, he climbs over Maverick's lap like he's some kind of Chihuahua. His whole body lays down over the man's legs, and only then, does that tail finally slow. But only a little.

 

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Sayori was so focused on moving that when he reached down, she almost didn't realize what was going on before she found him lifting her sweater. Of course she raised her arms for him, quickly returning them to his legs for support. She shivered, the cold of the room indeed feeling very chilly. Being cold was the least of her worries though, so she simply continued to move. The cold actually was nice in a way as it gave her something else to focus on.

His hand retracted from her hip and she assumed he was simply leaning back to let her continue, though soon she felt him shift and press his warm, bare chest against her back. To be skin-to-skin with him, something that felt like it should have been intimate, made her feel repulsed. She didn't want to feel that large chest reminding her of just how small she was compared to him. The next thing she knew, those hands slid up to embrace her breasts, the woman closing her eyes as she felt his rough palms slide over her nipples. It sent tingles down her body, though it was nowhere near enough to overcome the struggle her body was going through.

"That's it Sayori... You are adjusting so well."

She panted, the lips on her shoulder not comforting her as she turned her head away from him. Sayori didn't want to look at that man right now, that man who was currently making her impale herself on his cock. The little pinch to her nipples made her whimper and arch her back slightly, a slight tingle being felt in her clit as well from it. Though she was quickly distracted as his hands went to her hips.

"W-wait, please! I'm not ready for- Ah!" She gasped as he didn't give her much choice but to acquiesce to his new pace. His big cock was now sliding in and out of her, her pussy struggling to accommodate him while it also produced a large amount of lubrication. It was almost as though her body was desperately trying to help her through this awful encounter. She hadn't noticed yet, but slowly her body was warming up a bit, her cheeks pink and flushed.

She rose and fell rhythmically on top of him, whining and panting, shaking and gasping. It felt like even with those somewhat sensual movements, he was rearranging her organs. "General... N-not too fast, please! I beg you..."

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Try as he might to hide his displeasure in his tone, Sabastian had already been clued in by the surge of disgust and anger bubbling underneath the surface. He got the feeling that he didn't like the intimate memories of Vin, which was understandable. Quint seemed to like women, so he imagined that vicariously feeling intimate with a man was weird for him, just as it would be weird for Sabastian if he ever was forced to feel what it was like to kiss and touch a woman.

However, it seemed like the memories of Damien specifically were a trigger for Quint, the disgust and anger mostly directed at him. He wondered why Quint was angry at Damien merely for being with Cora... Unless Kuznet had told Quint about Damien's history. If that was the case, then he could imagine why he hated the man's guys. Sabastian himself was undecided as to whether Damien could be forgiven for such shitty stuff, but Cora had asked him to try so he was trying to keep an open mind.

"Yeah... okay." There was an awkward silence in the room, Sabastian looking away from Quint as he tried to figure out how one actually blocked someone out. The only real experience he had was when he had that really weird nightmare where it felt like someone was trying to weasel their way into his mind. That was a bit different since it seemed like an attack, but maybe he could try to block Quint similarly. Closing his eyes, he imagined being in his own mind and putting up walls to keep him out. It was tough to concentrate, so he eventually gave up.

It was frustrating. How was he supposed to block his emotions from going to Quint if he was so focused on the barrier that he didn't even have emotions to block, really. This wasn't something that was actually going to be useful at any time, and it wasn't like the other guy was going to actively go scooping into his mind.

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Maverick watched the dog climb over and onto his lap. It was so fucking adorable how this big, subjectively scary dog was treating himself like a lap dog, that wiggling butt simply too cute for words. It filled his heart with warmth and he reached down, petting Cody gently as he looked down at his dark fur.

"Your mom is stubborn. I tried to tell her that it wasn't safe here anymore, but she won't listen to me..." He sighed, looking up at the sky again, keeping his rhythmic petting. "It's none of my business though, I suppose. Still... I can't shake this feeling that something bad is going to happen, and there's already been enough shit that's happened. That guy they mentioned is bad news."

 

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He ignored her sweet pleas, the sound of her frightened little voice only adding to his own pleasure. She was like a little doll, her voice light, and her supple body even lighter. He imagined that it would be quite easy to simply pick her up by the neck and use her like a sex toy, lifting and bouncing her against his hips until her eyes rolled back with pleasure.

Letting his hands roam down a bit, he cups her ass as he continues to simply lift her and let the weight of her own body impale herself, his cock twitching once in a while from how tightly she was wrapped around him, and her warm juices soaking into his pants. He let one of his thumbs reach between her cheeks and gather a bit of moisture, and then he teasingly stroked it along her puckered little hole. He knew there was no way he could fit even a single digit in that tight canal, but he wanted her to feel the threat of it nonetheless.

As she came up, and then slid down his cock once more, he could feel the beginning of his own orgasm. He moved his hands away from her ass to grip her hips once more, all but wrapping his fingers all the way around her tiny waist, and then he began to hold her to his groin for just a bit longer each time she came down.

"Mm, you are so tight Sayori," he said right against her ear before letting his lips travel down to the pearl necklace.

"My mother was just as tight, and the look of fear in her eyes was exquisite."

He kissed her then, moving down to take a large portion of her neck into his mouth and suck on it softly. He didn't let her neck go, however, slowly building pressure so as to leave his own mark.

Still keeping one hand on her hip, he let the other one roam over her belly, caressing it briefly before moving on to her mound. Once there, he let one finger slip between her wet folds and began to rhythmically stroke her engorged little button as his other hand began to lift her a bit faster, finally building up a bit of speed to slake his own lust.
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Francis had been mostly just listening, thinking his own thoughts in private as the two were allowed a merciful break. He was a bit concerned for Sayori, but really only so far as how much it would hurt Quint when he felt it through the link. He knew with her hosting the eggs, Ray would be forced not to damage her little body. Although her mind was a whole other matter.

"Yeah... okay."

He peaked his eyes open, the sudden mood shift catching his curiosity. He could guess as to what caused the tension, but he was much more curious if they could learn to block each other out. He knew that it had really bother Quint when Sabastian had tried to take on his pain.

"This isn't working" Quint said, opening his eyes as he felt a bit of the blonds frustration.

"We need to try something else. Maybe we should start with the opposite first. The other night, when I wanted to block you out from feeling the pain, you hadn't been fully feeling it until you willingly tried to help me with it, right? Do you remember how you did that? If we can figure out how we focus and let stuff in, then maybe we can start from there and slowly go the opposite direction."

Francis sat up then, leaning forward and putting his elbows on his knees. He stared down at Quint for a long moment, and then he reached down and did something to his back that made the half zombie jump.

"Ow! What the fuck, Fran?"

"Pussy."

The older man looked up at Sabastian.

"Try and block him out."

He then reached down and did it again, and this time, Quint jumped, but then smiled, getting the idea of what he was trying to do. A little pressure point pinching wouldn't cause any real damage, but fuck if it didn't sting.
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"Your mom is stubborn."

Cody let out a snorting huff, as if in agreement with that comment. His tail stopped wagging, and he closed his eyes, either enjoying the petting he was receiving, or perhaps...listening? But that couldn't be right, could it?

At his next comment, and especially when he mentioned 'that guy', Cody's whole body seemed to stiffen up a bit and he tries to bury his nose into his side, letting out that same melancholy whine as before.

 

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The position of his hands made no difference to Sayori, the fact remaining that they essentially were bullying her into going at a pace he desired rather than letting her continue to go slowly. However, when she felt his finger delve between her cheeks and rub against her ass, she visibly flinched and whimpered, trying to squirm away from his finger but being in no position to do so. She didn’t think she could handle if he started to finger her there, her body having already reached maximum capacity. “I-I can’t! I’m too full! G-general!”

Thankfully, it seemed like he wasn’t as interested in doing it as he was in teasing her, and soon she felt him adjust his grip on her dainty body. It felt like he was trying to grind his cock deep inside her each time he would hold her down to him, and each time she involuntarily squirmed slightly.

“Mm. You are so tight Sayori... My mother was just as tight, and the look of fear in her eyes was exquisite.”

A look of alarm came to Sayori’s eyes as he kissed her neck and sucked on it, the woman shocked at the admission that he had forced himself on his mother. She knew he was a monster, but that crossed yet another line that shouldn’t be crossed. It made her wonder if he wasn’t the one who had killed her. Perhaps the pearls she now wore were a trophy, a reminder of what he had accomplished. It was a disturbing thought, but she was soon distracted by his hand sneaking down her belly and between her legs, his pace increasing much to her displeasure.

For the first time, a little moan escaped her lips, the woman immediately flushing with shame. While his cock had felt so uncomfortable up until this point, the feeling started to change now that he was playing with her button. Her pussy was still tightly wrapped around him, stretched to its limits, but it started to feel him in more of an erotic way.

She hated it, hated feeling like this was pleasurable in any way. Being that his cock was so big, it rubbed against all of her sensitive spots though. “Please don’t... I don’t want to! I don’t... please...” she panted raggedly, trying to lean forward away from him only to lose strength and lean back against his warm chest. He was stirring her up so intensely at this new pace, the small woman starting to feel her pussy tense and squeeze him, massaging his length in anticipation of her own orgasm. With how tight she already was, she knew he could feel that change in her body.

She soon couldn’t fight it any longer, her body only squeezing him harder as she suddenly let out a strangled cry of pleasure and despair. Her chest arched and thrust out, her breasts bouncing from his movements. A powerful wave of pleasure cascaded through her body, causing her eyes to run and her body to writhe on top of him as though she couldn’t stand it anymore. It wouldn’t stop though, his cock stuffing into her right passage, so she felt her body reach a peak at which she squirted from the intensity of the encounter. The orgasm was probably the hardest she’d ever cum, the woman feeling like at that moment, he had overtaken her body completely.

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"Pain is different from emotions though..." Sabastian started off, "when I felt you in pain, I almost imagined the pain as a physical entity and... I guess I reached out and pulled it toward myself in a way? Like playing a game of tug-o-war and getting the knot to go onto my side without completely taking the game." He simply thought about that in the few moments of silence, not sure how Quint's suggestion would actually help them. It wasn't like he had a better idea though, so it was a start.

When Francisco pinched Quint, Sabastian also frowned and looked up, having felt some of the pain of that gesture.

"Try and block him out."

He narrowed his eyes at Francisco and pursed his lips. The thing about pain though was that Sabastian had felt the strong need to help Quint, and therefore he had acted on it and pulled the pain toward him. Did that mean he could achieve the opposite result if he pushed the pain away? But wouldn't he have to at least feel a bit of the pain to know to push it away? Jesus, why did he have to make everything so complicated. He should probably just try something by relying on his gut instincts and worry about details later.

Sabastian felt that pinch, and it did indeed sting. He tried to imagine what he had imagined the other night, the feeling of pain and the ability to push or pull. When he imagined pushing the pain away from himself, he did actually feel like the pain was lessening, but for some reason he simply couldn't completely let go. He tried several times, but he was unsuccessful. He mused for a moment, wondering if maybe it wasn't the pain, but the connection he should be focusing on. If he didn't feel the connection, then he wouldn't feel the pain.

"I think just because someone calls doesn't mean you have to answer; we just don't know how to ignore the ringing telephone yet." That had been written in the little notebook Robert gave him, so he tried to reflect on that. A ringing telephone... that analogy really made sense to him. Quint had been able to run interference by making distracting thoughts at times, but the line was still open which was how he was even able to hear that metal music. They needed to put the phone down and accept the fact that it would continue to ring.

He imagined himself clearing his mind and putting a single door up, pushing the feeling of Quint outside the door and shutting it. At that point it clicked for him a little bit and he wasn't able to feel the pain anymore. What he did feel was an insistent prodding in his mind as though Quint himself didn't know how to stop knocking. He wondered if his own signal was now being broadcast to Quint in a similar way.

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He raised his eyebrow. If he didn't know better, it was almost like Cody understood the conversation. The man dismissed the thought just as quickly though, smiling at the way the dog had made that little huff. The mournful whine gave him a strong urge to comfort the dog, and even though it was truly impossible to be understood, he still talked to him and hoped that maybe the sound of his voice would help the dog out.

"I know, buddy. It's hard losing someone you love. I lost somebody today too... It's just so senseless and cruel, especially the thought that I wasn't enough to save her. I keep going over the things I could have done in my head, the precautions I could have taken, but it's useless to bargain with death when death already made its purchase. Still... I didn't want it to turn out like this... I don't know what I'm going to do, Cody." He sighed and scratched the dog behind his ear.

"Where do I go now? What do I do? I've been thinking that maybe when I leave tomorrow I'll go into town just to keep an eye on things for a bit, but I really don't know where I'll go from there..." The man leaned back and rested his head against the swing, closing his eyes and taking comfort in the warmth of the dog on his lap.

 

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"Please don’t... I don’t want to! I don’t... please...”

Kuznet could feel her reaching her limit, in more ways than one. She was absolutely devine, writhing and wiggling and begging him for mercy. He could feel the way her pussy was spasming now, his pants growing ever more wet from her bodies unspoken pleasure. This would surely be one tape that he would be tucking away for safe keeping, perhaps even playing it back to his little Cora to show her how she should be behaving.

When she finally came, her back arching again his chest, he quickly let go of her little pearl in order to grip her hips and then move her halfway up his engorged member. Once there, he began to bounce her with earnest; not bringing her all the way down to his thighs, as that might have hurt her cervix, and therefore, the eggs, but she was definitely still wrapped tightly around the head of his cock and able to squeeze him with insane strength as her fluids jettisoned out.

He grinned, finally releasing her sensitive neck so that he could lean back and watch the shape of her smooth back and her small, plump little bottom as his hands lifted and dropped her with speed beyond what most men would have been capable of. After all, to him, she barely weighed a thing, so it was quite easy for him to manipulate her tiny form until he could feel his cock begin to jump within her tight passage. Then, and only then, did he finally pull her back down until her plush cheeks sat flushed with his thighs.

He let out a loud groan, lifting his hips slightly as his hands pulled her down, and his dick grinded within her, jumping and releasing spurt after spurt of thick, hot, cum. It seemed to go on forever, everytime it seemingly slowing, he would grind deep inside of her, and then grunt with pleasure as his cock twitched once more. The general did have his limits, however, as even he was only human.

Finally, it stopped, and with just a slight heaviness to his breathing, he stopped moving and simply held her against his groin.

"Good. You did very well, Sayori."

He stood then, but instead of lifting her, he kept her impaled on his member as his hands held her by her hips. He then turned them to face her bed, and only after he had laid her down upon the thick blanket did he finally pull free of her, groaning just slightly as he did so, as even now, her pussy clenched him with such a vice like grip.

As soon as he was free of her, their combined fluids and cum began to spill out of her an onto the bed, and he watched with satisfaction as he tucked his still hard cock away into his pants. Once he was put away, he reached down and picked the radio up, taking in a deep breath to steady his voice before he spoke.

"Francis, I am done here. Bring Sayori a proper dinner after you drop our little lab rat off, won't you?"

Now that his appetite had been slaked, he turned and left her, not even deigning to give her a glance over his shoulder.
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Quint could tell that Sabastian was still a bit frustrated with the whole thing, but neither of them knew how it worked, so they had to do something. Something was better than doing nothing at all.

When Sabastian closed his eyes, Quint let his own eyes close as well. He didn't try to help Sabastian block him, so much as he just allowed himself to feel. After all, right now, Sabastian was trying to block himself out. Quint couldn't really help with that, he had to let him figure it out on his own.

When he did finally seem to block it, Quint also felt a bit of a click, like something having changed, although he couldn't put his finger on what it was. He still felt Sabastian's presence, and he had no idea how to not feel it.

"Francis, I am done here. Bring Sayori a proper dinner after you drop our little lab rat off, won't you?"

Quint had just opened his eyes and was about to ask Sabastian out loud what it was that he was doing, when he heard the radio.

"Fuck" he grumbled. Time was up.

Fran stopped his incessant pinching, reaching down for his radio before standing up with a bit of a groan. He then let out a deep sigh before he clicked it on.

"Ay ay captain. Any particular requests?"

*click*

"Bring the little lamb some protein and a multivitamin."

"Yes sir."

Quint looked over Sabastian's shoulder, his mood darkening considerably as he simply seemed to stare holes into the door. Suddenly his eyes flick down, his own purple and blue meeting those of Sabastian's.

"Hey... I doubt it will happen tonight, but I always plan for the what ifs-not the maybes. So, if you somehow get free of this place before I talk to you again...you can't tell Cora. About Fran."

He leaned forward just a little bit, his voice becoming a bit more quiet and very serious as he next spoke.

"He'll break her Sabastian. He already has once before, and he knows every button to push. I love my sister, but she's...not strong enough to handle this, and Kuznet knows when she's lying. Always. She's never been able to hide things from him."

 

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So consumed with her own orgasm, her mind simply went blank as he continued to bounce her like a toy on his pole. At this point, she was so wet that it didn't hurt, it just burned in a way. However, as he brought her back down to his lap, she felt his cock twitch and swell within her as he ground against her. His hot jets of cum made her shudder, the woman hating the feeling of being filled with his thick lust as though she was simply a cum-sleeve for him. God there was so much of it, she didn't think he was ever going to stop shooting his load. It made her belly feel so full, her body seeming to have just enough room for his load, but just barely.

"Good. You did very well, Sayori."

She didn't answer him, simply trembling from the shock of what had happened to her. The little woman felt a great deal of shame, embarrassment, fear, and anger. Kuznet was a vile man, doing these things to her, she thought to herself as he laid her down on the bed on her stomach. Since he laid her down on top of her blankets, it wasn't like she could hide the pool of cum and juices oozing out of her, and honestly she didn't feel like she had the energy to hide it. What was the point? It would probably happen again.

The sound of Kuznet talking on the radio barely registered until she heard Francisco's voice. She realized that Sabastian and the officer were coming back soon. With almost glazed-over eyes, she watched as Kuznet exited her cell without a backward glance. Apparently she was of no interest to her now that he had gotten what he wanted. She wanted to cry, to throw things, to scream at him until she had no breath in her lungs, but she simply lay there for a moment, thinking.

She couldn't let them see her like this... She couldn't give up yet. Sayori had to hold on in the hopes that someday she would escape, or at least be able to see Quint again. Kuznet may have used her, but she wasn't so weak that she would let him defeat her after one bout. With great effort, she got up from the bed, walking with trembling legs over to the toilet where she began to clean herself. Her pants at her ankles caught most of the drippings, and she used them to clean the rest of the ones on the floor. There was still cum oozing from her, so she wadded up some toilet paper and used it almost as a make-shift pad. She then changed into clean clothes and looked over at the pool of fluids on her bed. Using toilet paper, she cleaned it up as best she could, flipping the blanket over and letting out a little sigh of relief. The blanket was thick enough for it not to have soaked through. With that, she balled up her pants an put them within her shirt to hide the stains, tossing them into the corner as dirty laundry along with her socks.

The woman was now dressed in an outfit that was a soft green, little rainbows dotting the pants. and little red socks. She then got up and sat on her bed, pulling her knees up to her chest and hiding her face. At least now she would have a little dignity in seeing them again, and she didn't want Sabastian to worry about her or possibly alert Quint to what had happened.

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"Francis, I am done here. Bring Sayori a proper dinner after you drop our little lab rat off, won't you?"

The sound of the radio startled Sabastian slightly since he had been deeply concentrating. As such, his mental image immediately poofed into thin air and he felt Quint and his own link solidify once more. Shit... It seemed like he could only do it if he was absolutely absorbed and concentrated on getting it to work.

He looked up at Francisco as he gave the General a reply, not feeling excited about seeing what Kuznet had done to Sayori. The blonde assumed he may have groped her or even roughed her up a little like he had done to her face.

Though his attention was soon brought back to Quint and he listened intently, his own expression darkening. The thought of Kuznet doing sick things to Cora made him want to rage-puke all over that disgusting asshole. She was so kind and strong, he didn't want to image her numb and broken. "I don't intend on seeing Cora again, but I'll keep that in mind. I know how important this is, so I won't breathe a word about this." He also wouldn't have wanted to bring her in on it anyhow, it was simply too heavy for any one person to bear, and he wouldn't wish that upon her.

Sighing, Sabastian got up from the cushion and stretched for a moment before lifting his arms. "I suppose it's time for the cuffs again?"

 

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His face softened considerably as Sabastian answered, and Quint could not only hear the truth in his promise, but feel it as well. The relief that over took him was almost enough to bring tears to his eyes, although the thoughts of what had been done to Sayori staved them back.

He knew what shape she was likely in, as the General had been becoming more and more bold in his descriptions of how 'lovely' and 'obedient' she was. Still, just because he knew it had likely happened, it didn't make the blow any less harsh.

With a little nod to Sabastian, he went back to staring at the door and simply waiting for them to leave. He did, however, start to reach out to the animals in an attempt to quell their fears before Francisco took Sabastian out. Perhaps this time when they heard and smelled them, they would not react quite so strongly.

"I suppose it's time for the cuffs again?"

Francis reached down and picked up the brace, and then pulled the cuffs out, looking down at him and giving him a simple nod.

"Unfortunately. I'll see what I can do about the chafing, though. I'll tell The General that it was difficult for the both of you to concentrate with the pain going on, and that's why we couldn't get much done. I can't promise it will change anything, but we'll see."

With that, he directed Sabastian to lift his shirt, and then he fitted him back into his shackles. From there, they made the dark journey back to the elevator, and for once, the animals didn't cry out with quite as much intensity. Once they were on their way, it wasn't too long before they were back at the cells and Francisco was unlocking the door and letting Sabastian step inside.

He only had to take a brief glance at Sayori to know that he didn't want to stick around, so once the blonde stepped through, he excused himself to go fetch their dinner, leaving the two alone.

 

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Quint's relief gave Sabastian a soft smile, the man then allowing Francisco to bind him once more. It really sucked being cuffed like this, but he supposed maybe Kuznet would listen to Francisco if he thought it would help with their experiments.

He could smell it as soon as the elevator doors opened, his nose wrinkling as he recognized the smell of sexual fluids. The man paused for a moment before taking a deep breath through his mouth and forcing himself to walk forward with the officer. When they got to the cell, he saw Sayori sitting curled up on her bed. She had done a good job of getting rid of the physical evidence, but he could smell Kuznet's cum all over her, the bed, and the cell. It was overpowering, the smell, and he felt sick to his stomach as he breathed it in.

She was still shaking slightly, though her face was hidden against her legs. The blonde felt a pang in his heart, not knowing whether he should bring up what he knew happened, or leave it be. She seemed to still be shaken up, so maybe he would simply trying to cheer her up and keep her company. When Francisco left them, he simply stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say before he grabbed a chair and sat down facing her.

"Hey... I got to see Quint."

Sayori slowly looked up, her eyes puffy from crying. She tried to keep her body from shaking, but she simply couldn't; she may have been strong enough to clean up, but she still wasn't strong enough to keep her body compliant. The woman wanted to hear about her friend though, a look of hope in her eyes as she softly asked, "how is he?"

Sabastian jumped on the chance to distract her with good news, "he's doing okay. He was good enough to crack a joke or two. You should see his room, it's got so many bean bag chairs and cushions, it's not even funny."

"Did he ask about me at all?" She didn't know why she was asking; maybe she just needed to know that there was someone out there thinking about her, concerned about her wellbeing. Her eyes betrayed her, showing Sabastian just how much she needed to hear it right now.

With zero hesitation, he lied, "yeah, he wanted to know how you were, so I told him that you were so nice to me, even though we just met, and that despite everything, you seemed to be trying to make the most of it." As far as lies went, this was a harmless one, but it seemed like it meant a lot to her.

A little smile returned to her face, her shaking seeming to calm down just a little. "It is good to hear that he is still in high spirits. I was worried about him since he is being punished because of me. Well, I do feel guilty about it, but I mainly want him to be doing alright because I care about him as a friend. Did you know that when I first met him, he tended to me and made sure I was okay? Even though he knew that I could disappear any day, he still treated me with immeasurable kindness. I owe him a great deal since I don't think I could stay as strong without knowing that I have his support, even in just a passing manner."

Her eyes watered a little but then she blinked them back and gave Sabastian a bit of a warmer smile, "I hope I get to see him someday soon."

Sabastian swallowed hard, not really knowing how to respond. She looked so fragile sitting there, her small body barely shivering as she tried to hold it together. Based on what he knew she went through, he was surprised she wasn't curled up and unresponsive. A glint of light caught his eye and he spied a pearl necklace at her neck, wondering if the bastard had given her more than one "gift" today.

"I hope so too, Sayori."

 

[Drobabes]

It would be some time before 'dinner' arrived, the lights in the cell staying on but the hour growing late. Quint had gone to sleep some time ago, although with the lights staying on, it was difficult to tell if it was actually late, or if he simply slept out of boredom. In any case, a pair of boots could be heard walking down the hall, and soon after, a dark skinned man stood in front of the cell doors with a platter of food for two.

Robo cop.

His dark eyes stared down at Sabastian with an almost unreadable expression; only a small glint of disgust being noticable behind that stoic mask. However, when his eyes then turned and slowly looked up and down Sayori's form, he finally showed some semblance of emotion. First, anger, but then very quickly, that evil smile.

He punched in the code to the door and then stepped through, laying the tray of food down on the end of the bed, his eyes never leaving Sayori.

"Hello little whore. It seems you've been busy," he said, his gaze focusing in on the giant hickey on her neck.

 

[Poprockz]

Sayori and Sabastian had been chatting for a while, though eventually they ran out of things to say and simply sat in each other's presence. The woman had calmed down quite a bit, simply leaning back against the cold wall as she imagined what she might paint if they moved her supplies back down to the cells. She was starting to get very hungry though, her stomach growling quite loudly by the time that footsteps were heard.

Her face brightened, thinking it was Francisco before she saw that it was not. It would seem that the universe didn't understand the concept of a "happy" birthday as it continued to throw stones at her. Niles was the last person she wanted to see right now, and her face fell as they made eye-contact, the lady looking away from him as he entered.

"Hello little whore. It seems you've been busy."

She frowned, and Sabastian narrowed his eyes at the creep. He seemed pretty damn hard to read, though obviously he didn't like her, or maybe it was because he wanted her that he seemed to be just a bit angry at her. Regardless, he had no right to speak to her that way, and he was going to say something about it. He opened his mouth, but heard Sayori respond first.

The woman was tired, Kuznet having sapped her energy to the point of exhaustion. She had no more fear to give right now, not for Niles at least. Kuznet had said that he told Niles not to touch her, and some part of her now believed him. He had made good on his promise of letting her adjust to him even though he hadn't needed to, so she assumed that while he may be evil, he was also a man of his word. Besides, for now, she was carrying his eggs and she would be his pet afterwards to ravage and feast upon afterwards.

"Hello Officer Niles. It seems you're finally back to work. I'm glad you took a break. The last I saw you, you seemed a bit bent out of shape." She continued to frown at him, a slight edge in her voice. It wasn't quite like her to talk back, but today she had been overloaded and she didn't feel like anything could get much worse.

 

[Drobabes]

The smile slowly faded away as he stared at her. If he hadn't been such an intimidating person, the slightly flabbergasted look in his eyes might have been funny.

"What did you just say to me, you little slut?" he growled, standing up to his full height and then slowly stalking towards her.

He came very, very close; mere inches from her body before he stopped. The look in his face was one of pure rage, and although his body wasn't shaking, his hands seemed to be struggling not to form into fists, or reach for the slender club that he had strapped to his belt.

"Say it again" he growled, bending his head down so that he was close enough to her face to let their breaths warm each other's skin. And, even now, even with the barely contained rage boiling beneath the surface, his eyes still took the time to briefly glance down at her lips.

"Say. It. Again. Maybe I'll be able to hear you this time, while your mouth isn't full of my cock."

 

[Poprockz]

As he raised himself up to his full height and stalked toward her, she felt fear flutter her heart, though she didn't show it. Though she was afraid of him, she wasn't going to take his cruelty today. Not today, not on her birthday She controlled her body with all of her will, preventing her from flinching when he got close to her. Instead, she held her ground and didn't give the satisfaction of seeing her shake like a leaf.

Sabastian stood up from his chair, but the man was already an inch from the small woman. He knew he wasn't strong enough to protect her, but he would be damned if he didn't at least try. The man seemed like he had a short temper, a firework just fizzing and waiting for the right moment to pop. His body tensed, ready to leap upon Niles, but as he glanced at Sayori, he paused.

She raised her head, looking Niles in the eye and speaking in a calm and clear voice, "I said... You seemed very bent. out. of shape. You're going to break your back working so hard, officer." Reaching over slowly without breaking eye-contact, she took an apple off the tray and bit into it, chewing as she looked up at him with quiet anger. Swallowing, she asked, "is General Kuznet a liar, Officer Niles?"

 

[Drobabes]

Niles couldn't believe what she was doing. How dare she. How, fucking dare she.

His fists did clench then, and his body trembled just slightly as he clamped his jaw shut and glared down at her hard, watching the way in which her throat moved as she swallowed that apple.

"is General Kuznet a liar, Officer Niles?"

Suddenly his quivering stopped. His hand loosened, and his jaw unclenched as the hard look on his face melted into a more relaxed expression. Yea, that was right. Ray was the reason she was acting so high and mighty. Well, just because Ray had given him direct orders not to touch her, it didn't mean that he couldn't still put her in her place.

Suddenly the man whips around and turns his full attention on Sabastian, a demented smile twisting his lips and putting his pearly whites on full display.

"Hello lab rat."

His hand reached down, and his fingers lightly drummed against his club.

"Is it true that that link you share with little Quinton let's you feel pain together?"

 

[Poprockz]

"Hello lab rat... Is it true that link you share with little Quinton let's you feel pain together?""

Well fuck. He could easily tell what the man was insinuating- that he was eager to cause pain to Quint vicariously through Sabastian. Why he wanted to do so wasn't clear, but he imagined it had something to do with the fact that Quint loved his jokes and seemed like he could also be a bit temperamental at times. His hatred for Quint still seemed excessive though, and Sabastian couldn't help but worry whether this was the first of many encounters where the officer's frustrations were taken out on him.

His eyes narrowed at Niles warily. "... Among other emotions and sensations, yes." He took a step or two back from the man, his body tensing slightly. With his cuff on, he would only be able to go for the face, legs, arms, and chest. It occurred to him that in order for him to remove the eggs from Sayori in a day or two, he would have to build a nest soon. If he was too beat-up to do so, he hoped this man would pay the price for it. It seemed like it would be a fitting bitch-slap of karma, so he was going to keep quiet about it.

It seemed like Sayori hadn't gotten the memo though. Getting up, she moved in-between Niles and Sabastian, putting her arms out to shield him from Niles. "The General and I need him to be able to make the nest and to remove the eggs from me soon. Hurting him will delay that." It was at that point where her strong exterior crumpled just a little and a look of vulnerability flashed on her face for a moment as she wondered if she could really stand there without him shoving her to the side or grabbing her. Would Kuznet punish her for this? She wasn't sure, but she knew that she couldn't just let Sabastian take a beating for her this time. Sayori thought to herself that if Kuznet let this slide, then perhaps this would be his true birthday present to her.

Sabastian had a conflicted look on his face, knowing that defying Niles might cause problems for her later down the line. Even if she was favored by Kuznet for now, it didn't mean he would tolerate certain actions. Being flippant was probably something she could get a way with as long as she didn't direct it at Kuznet, but actively standing in the way of what Niles wanted to do to another prisoner might not fly. He shifted uncomfortably, his pendant glinting and catching the light for a moment from behind Sayori's shoulder as he decided what to do.

 

[Drobabes]

Niles looked down at her, that demented smile still on his face. Unlike just a moment ago, her little rebellion seemed to simply amuse him more than anything.

"Don't worry whore. He'll still be able to move when I'm done with him."

With that, the officer quickly stepped around Sayori and reached out to grab a fistful of Sabastian's hair, and, much as Kuznet had, yanked his head back painfully.

The smile on his face shifted for a brief moment as his eyes traveled down to his neck, noticing the little heart shaped pendant that nestled against his skin. Reaching up with his free hand, he took it in his fingers and thumbed it for a moment before looking up to meet those jewel eyes.

"What's this? Some false promise of love?"

 

[Poprockz]

Niles was big, but he was also fast. Too fast for Sayori to block him, so all she could do was whip around and watch as he advanced on the blonde, that smile of his giving her a really bad feeling.

“Fuck!” Sabastian hissed as he felt the sting of the man’s grip in his hair.

“It’s not a false promise or some shit, it’s just a locket I found at the bottom of the lake that reminds me of him.” He gritted his teeth, hoping that the man didn’t open the locket to discover what he had hidden there. It might just have been a scrap of cloth and a guitar pick, but the cloth had Vin’s smell and the pick with the dragon etched in it was a keepsake, the only thing he had of Vin’s. He knew he didn’t have the strength to fight this guy, as built as he was and as weak as Sabastian currently was.

Nevertheless, there was a fierceness to his jewel eyes, meeting Niles’s gaze with burning intensity. He wanted the man to get his goddamned fingers off his locket, and he didn’t care if he was weak- he would fucking fight this man if he tried to take it from him.

 

[Drobabes]

He snorted, meeting that intense gaze with his own disgust. If he were running the show, he would have stripped the little man of such useless scrap metal the minute he had him in the back of the truck. Although, come to think of it, perhaps General Kuznet had left the locket on him just so that it could be stripped away at a later time. Perhaps he had even left it for Niles himself. He had certainly had every opportunity to take it from the scrawny little blond, and yet he hadn't.

Sometimes, Niles really loved his job.

With a hard yank, the locket's chain was broken from his neck. Now, knowing that Sabastian might respond with a violent outburst, Niles let go of his hair and then raised one booted foot up to kick Sabastian hard, easily sending him toppling back and to the floor. Once he was down, Niles activated the cold spray via a small remote in his shirt, and let out a single laugh as he watched it hit him almost directly in the face.

While Sabastian was down, Niles turned around and stalked over to Sayori, grabbing her by the wrist with firm, but gentle pressure. He didn't want her interfering, but knew that if he left any major bruising on her, Kuznet would have his dick served up on a golden platter.

He took her over to the bed and forced her to sit down, and then he lifted the mattress to clamp a cuff down on a piece of loose metal. Once that was done, he secured her wrist that he was holding with the other cuff before her turned back around to Sabastian.

He sprayed him once more with that cooling jet, and then he swung the necklace from his hand and slowly sauntered over to the toilet.
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Down in his own room, the sudden shock and pain of Sabastian's hair being pulled had startled him awake, the feeling so much stronger through the link while he was unconscious. He sat up, confused and scared, and tried to get his bearings before he suddenly felt so very cold, right down to his bones.

He knew what it was immediately-that achingly painful cold of that spray. It could only spell trouble, and he had a pretty good guess as to who was behind it.
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"If you cared about 'him' so much, Sabastian..." Niles looked over his shoulder slowly, making sure that the little blond was watching his every move.

"Then why did you leave him alone and unprotected?"

He opened the locket, and, barely even glancing at what was inside, let the contents fall into the toilet. He then opened his fingers and watched as the locket itself fell and plunged itself far down into the drain.

"Oops."

Pulling his foot up, he used the bottom of his shoe to flush the handle. When he was satisfied that it had gone down, he turned around and stalked over to Sabastian, and then once again, grabbed him by the hair. As he drug Sabastian over to the sink, his dark eyes looked over and glared at Sayori.

"Next time you think it's a good idea to defy me, little whore,"

He reached out and turned the water on full blast-the stream coming out from this low down as cold as a river in winter.

"You remember this."

With that, he picked Sabastian up and forced his face under that cold stream of water, his hands gripping both sides of his head like iron and making sure that both his nose and mouth were covered by the water.
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Quint struggled to keep himself grounded in the reality that was his own room. He knew that if he gave into panic, it would only cause Sabastian more mental strain. However, between the cold, fear, and sudden anger, he saw an image that was so clear and strong, that it completely filled his vision and made him feel as if he were really back in his old cell.

He saw something, something beautiful and glimmering, as it was dropped down into a toilet, and then the anger and other emotions built up so strongly within him that he actually let out a noise of rage.

His body fell from his bed before he recognized what he was doing, and before the image had even faded. When he could see again, he immediately knew what he had to do.

 

[Poprockz]

Sabastian was indeed about to lunge at the man when he felt him break the chain off his neck, but that boot to his chest sent him down to the floor with the breath knocked out of him. Before he could even attempt to get up, he heard a hissing noise and not a second later felt a cold spray hitting him. No, cold wasn't the right word. It was freezing and it chilled him down to his bones in a way that hurt intensely. Gasping and coughing, his body shook violently from the shock and cold he had been subjected to.

He tried to move or get up, but every move hurt and every limb didn't seem to want to obey him. The man groaned in frustration and pain as he struggled, wanting nothing more than to get that pendant back, his precious pendant.

As soon as Niles's attention went to her, Sayori backed up a few steps as he stalked toward her. The next thing she knew, she was being dragged to the bed and forced to sit down. She struggled against him, but he was much stronger than she was even when he was being gentle. "Stop! Let go of me!" she cried as she tried to go to Sabastian, but he was able to cuff her to the bed before she could escape. She tried pulling on the bed, but it barely budged.

Sabastian screamed as another blast of cold hit him, curling up and gasping for air. God, it hurt so much he could hardly think. Still, he looked up to see Niles walking with his pendant over to the toilet.

It almost seemed like it happened in slow motion, watching those two items tumble into the toilet and then the locket itself follow after, the flushing noise making his eyes widen in panic and disbelief. They were gone, flushed away. The only things he had left of Vin were now down in the pipes, covered in shit somewhere below them. He would never smell Vin again, nor would he feel the comforting feeling of the warm metal upon his skin. Vin had said he looked like an angel with it on, such a sweet compliment from that dark-eyed man.

"You fucking bastard!" An intense surge of unadulterated rage swelled within him and he weakly tried to get up, his trembling body unresponsive and weak from that intense cold blast. He couldn't accept this. This fucking bastard had thrown them away so easily.

He tried once again to even get to his knees, but it was useless. Though it seemed as though the officer didn't intend to leave him there, as he soon found himself dragged over the sink by his hair. It stung like a bitch, bringing tears to his eyes as they went, the man only strong enough to weakly paw at the man's wrist.

"Next time you think it's a good idea to defy me, little whore... You remember this."

The sound of the sink turning on had barely registered before he found himself pushed under the freezing water. Fear made his heart quicken, the blonde unable to budge the man holding either side of his face. He had to get out, the water was keeping him from being able to take a breath. Panic welled up in him as he started to run out of air, the blonde coughing and choking on the water as he struggled.

In the background, he barely registered the sound of Sayori crying and screaming, "Officer, please! Don't hurt him! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please, please stop! YOU'RE KILLING HIM!"

Little black dots started to cloud his vision, the man twitching and starting to succumb to the lack of oxygen.

 

[Drobabes]

Quint felt like he was in a dream, his body feeling both warm, but also cold in that strange, surreal sort of way. He could barely move, but move he did, as inch by stubborn inch he forced himself to crawl to the bathroom.

"You can do this shit to me you twisted fuck, but you are not going to do this to my friends" he growled, forcing himself to get up on trembling limbs and army crawl.

Kuznet had put him through the ringer growing up; absolutely thrown him through the trenches of hell. However, it had an unintended side effect on the half zombie-Quint now had the stubbornness of a mule and the stomach to bear it. Despite the way his muscles screamed from the phantom cold, and his very bones ached from Sabastian's pain, he pressed on until he was hanging over that porcelain throne.

Once he was there, he pulled himself up and brought out an appendage. He then did something that he would likely bury deep into that little treasure trove of memories that he never wished to dredge up again.
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Niles laughed at Sayori's screams, simply ignoring her as he easily held Sabastian's head under the water. Watching him closely, he waited for the signs that the little blond had begun to lose consciousness, and then he pulled him back and shook him roughly, making sure he got in a few gasping breaths before he bent his head back down for a round two.
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Quint wanted to puke, the feeling of that sensitive tip rubbing up on the sludge and god knew what else that had built up in that pipe. He pressed on, however, as he had certainly stomached much worse and this would only be another drop in the bucket.

Suddenly he had an overwhelming sense of water going up his nose, and he instinctively tried to lift his face away from the source. It did nothing to rid the feeling though, and he knew that if he didn't bite the bullet now and focus, he was going to lose it.

With a surge of willpower and focus, he shoved his appendage as far as it would go, and, almost by some miracle, he felt it-something hard with a chain still attached. Just before his vision faded on him, he shoved himself away from the toilet and yanked his appendage back out, his eyes spotting a glimmer of gold amongst the muck.
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Niles waited until he reached his limit once more, and then he pulled him back and shut the sink off. Before he let him go, he slammed his head down against the sink, hard, and then he let him drop to the floor.

Satisfied, and swimming in the rush, he turned his back on Sabastian and walked over to the platter of food. He took the lids off and then picked up a little tupperware of mashed sweet potatoes. Turning to Sayori, he sauntered over and forcefully shoved it into her chest, not caring if she took it or dropped it.

"Eat you slut. Once those eggs are out of you, you and I are going to be spending a lot more time together."

He licked his lips, his eyes roaming her body slowly, and then he turned and left.

 

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Sabastian was just about to get a one-way ticket to sweet relief when he felt himself be revived, the man sputtering and getting a bit of water out of his lungs and just a breath or two before he felt himself be plunged back under. If this was the kind of torture that Quint had gone through all his life, then he was a tougher bastard than Sabastian could have imagined. That being said, his thoughts didn't really wander as he was held under the water; all he could think about was the overwhelming panic of not getting enough air and the helplessness of being powerless to do anything about it.

Just as he was about to slip away for the second time, he felt himself be wrenched back. He blinked and stared blearily at Niles for a moment before feeling the man bring his head down, and that was the last thing he remembered before he was knocked out cold. The blonde fell to the floor with his forehead bleeding, water pooling from his mouth on the floor.

The little woman watched as he fell to the floor, her lip trembling as she saw the way he was simply laying there unconscious. What if he actually choked on the water in his lungs and died or something like that? She could only stare in fear before noticing that Niles was approaching her, a happy swagger in his step.

Having only one hand to use and shaking like a leaf, Sayori fumbled the container and it fell to the ground on its side, some of its contents spilling out.

"Eat you slut. Once those eggs are out of you, you and I are going to be spending a lot more time together."

Sayori cowered at his words, wondering whether he was telling the truth or not. As far as she was aware, Kuznet had claimed her as Cora's pet, and his own plaything. That being said, the General could easily have changed his mind and decided that now that he had taken a taste of her warm apple pie that he was satisfied and ready to pass the pan back to Niles. The way his eyes wandered over her form made her want to run away and hide, her fearful eyes looking up at him as he licked his lips. She could only shake her head as though his suggestion horrified her.

Only when he left did she look back over at Sabastian. "Sabastian! Are you okay? Please say something! Anything?" Fresh tears came down her cheeks and she sobbed from the stress. Was he going to die? What was she going to do? There was no one to help and she didn't know anything that could help. As her heartrate went up, so too did her breaths, the woman starting to hyperventilate slightly, her free hand coming to rest on her chest. She knew she needed to calm down, but she didn't know how.

 

[Drobabes]

Quint was just barely able to keep himself conscious, all but passing out from the immense stress and chill on his body. He forced himself to sit up and take some deep breaths, shaking his head constantly as he tried to fight off the wave of fog that wanted to overtake his mind. Eventually though, he was able to calm down and see clearly, and he wondered if Sabastian had been knocked out.

For a long moment, he simply sat there, staring down at his dirty appendage and the little blob of sludge that he had pulled out of the toilet. There was a necklace in there, he knew, but there was also a bit of plastic that looked like a guitar pick. A wicked grin lit up his face, and then he shakily got to his feet and made his way to the shower, taking the retrieved treasure with him.

Once he reached the shower, he got inside and leaned on the glass for a moment, trying to regain his strength before he reached down for the handle. There were only two settings-luke warm, which felt cold, and cold, which felt freezing. He didn't know what was happening to Sabastian up there, but he knew he was no longer in direct danger. Niles wouldn't have let him pass out before he was done with him.

Taking a few deep breaths and pumping himself up, Quint reached down and turned the cold on, full blast, and then let out a yip as it soaked him through his clothes. That was fine, though, as he was trying to help Sabastian wake up before he turned it to the lukewarm setting and washed himself off properly.

 

[Poprockz]

Suddenly, Sayori saw Sabastian stir and cough, getting more of the water out of his lungs as he tried to orientate himself. He wasn't sure how long he had been out, but he still felt cold. His head ached painfully, the blonde reaching up to feel his forehead, coming back to see some of his purple blood on his fingers. Hacking a bit more, he still felt like he had water in his lungs but at least he could breathe.

She squeaked with relief, her breath slowing down as she realized that Sabastian was safe and that he would be alright. With a shuddering breath, she was now breathing more evenly.

"I thought you were dying... Thank God you're okay." Sayori choked out, closing her eyes and taking another deep breath.

Sabastian groaned and turned on his side to face her, wiping his mouth with an unsteady hand. "They c-can't get rid of m-me so easily. Hurts l-like hell though..." He sighed and simply lay on the ground to wait for his body to warm up. It hurt to move and he was still recovering from that violent altercation with Niles and the sink. His eyes went to the food and he shakily nodded at it. "You should eat, I know you're hungry."

The woman nodded and looked over at the food. It was chili with bread and sweet potato. Taking the chili, she carefully started eating the food.

Remembering the scene he had watched with his pendant, a deep sadness came to him, the blonde sniffing and laying his head down on the cold floor. At least they were both safe and relatively unharmed, though that did little to ease the pain in his heart.

He loved him. He loved Vin. It wasn't just a passing fling, nor was it the flutterings of infatuation. He knew then that he truly and deeply loved the man. He wished he could have spent his life with him, to feel his arms around him and see that playful look he would have in his eyes as he gave one of those toothy grins. Watching that pendent get washed away was like watching their relationship disappear, a punch to the gut to remind him of what he would never have again.

A little while later, Sayori had finished about 3/4ths of the chili bowl when her eyes started drooping. She didn't understand why she suddenly felt so tired. Perhaps it had just been an extremely exhausting day. Yawning, she fought to stay awake, but even then she felt sleep coming upon her. Carefully moving the tray so that it was at the foot of the bed, she laid down and closed her eyes. It was merely a moment or two more before she was deeply asleep.

By that time, Sabastian had warmed up enough to crawl over to the bed and sit up leaned against it. He took his own bowl of chili and started eating, hoping the warm food would give him some relief. He was surprised at how little she had eaten considering how hungry she had been and how much she usually ate.

 

[Drobabes]

Quint washed himself thoroughly in the shower, using almost the whole little complimentary soap bar he had been given. And once he had washed himself off, he took the time to soap up the little pendant and guitar pick, making sure each piece was squeaky clean before he popped the pick back inside the pendant. He left it open, as to let it dry, before he got out of the shower and stripped his wet clothes off, leaving them to hang on the door.

As he walked over to grab a fresh change of clothes, he felt that intense sadness come over him, although he didn't know if it was just from Sabastian. Seeing the image of that necklace getting tossed away like trash tore open his own wounds, the feeling so similar to being shown Sarah's head, that he felt the pain anew. He wouldn't allow something so precious to be taken from Sabastian, and even though he had lost the chance to ever see his wife again, he could feel how much the little blond loved that man named Delvin. And he still had a chance to see him some day.

He sat down on the bed heavily after he dressed, and then he closed his eyes to concentrate, reaching out to him with a tentative knock. Once he had his attention, he imagined Sabastian laying down on his bed and putting the blanket over his head, perhaps seemingly pretending to grieve the lost necklace. He then imagined himself holding a little gift box in one hand, and his other hand up to his lips in a 'shh' gesture.

Perhaps later, he might tell him the depths to Niles cruelty. Although, after that particular exchange, he feared that Sabastian would just see it first hand through his dreams when they both fell asleep.