Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

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Sayori was taken a bit off-guard by Francisco's question, momentarily distracted from her tears. "Glue and tape are all I can think of, but I think if we brainstorm more items, then we might be stretching the metaphor a bit too far." A little smile lit her face, wondering where he was going with this.

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That insane laugh actually made him flinch, the blonde wanting to look away but finding himself trapped by Kuznet's gaze. It was like looking into a viper's eyes, hypnotized even as they prepared to lunge for your throat. What about his answer had been so funny? It was completely unnerving, not knowing what might be running through Kuznet's mind right then.

"Won't come looking for you? Sabastian, what do you think he has been doing this whole time?"

"What do you...?" No, that couldn't be right. He had absolutely ripped into each one of them, ensuring that they would only feel pain and anger toward him. There was no way they were out there looking for him. Vin in particular was a sensitive soul, especially with the passing of one of his dear friends. He had to feel pissed, betrayed, and disgusted.

"...A few carefully planted hints and rumours, and they all came running into my trap like moths to the flame. I do wonder, though, how much it will take him to turn against that street mutt. Do you think Sayori's testimonial will be enough? Or will I have to fabricate more evidence? It's so easy, really. A few photos taken at opportune times, and well with you mysteriously having gone missing..."

Sabastian's eyes continued to be locked onto Kuznet's as the man almost floated over to him, an aura of insanity about the usually collected man. He couldn't believe what he was saying, indicating that he could use Sabastian like a honeypot to lure them to him. The blonde couldn't deny that Vin would likely turn on Damien in a heartbeat if he knew, and the thought of it made his stomach flip.

Just what was this sick fuck planning, and what did Sayori have to do with any of this? He hadn't been told her story, only that she had known Damien in some capacity. Cora hadn't told him that Damien had taken anyone other than herself, so he had assumed it was a one-time thing. It showed on his face, the look of slight confusion before he came back to the main point of what he was monologuing about.

"You're lying. You're just trying to fuck with me. There's no way they're actually looking for me." The zombie was now glaring up at the General, trying to deny what he was being told. "Why should I believe a word you say?"

The drug was starting to be felt, Sabastian feeling like soon he wouldn't even be able to lift his arms if he wanted to. It didn't make him feel sleepy or loopy, but it was almost paralyzing with how strong it was.

 

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"Ah come on, that's one of my favourite hobbies-stretching metaphors."

They were to an elevator now, and he paused briefly to card it. While he waited for it to come up, he let out a little 'hm'.

"Well, there's humour. I've heard that can be pretty sticky stuff, bringing all sorts of people together. There's also friendship. There's hope. Come on, what else are we missing? I feel like there's a pretty big one here, but I just can't, quite, remember..."
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Kuznet's smile smoothed into more of an amused smirk, his eyes finally leaving Sabastian's face as he reached out towards his leg. Plucking the fabric of his pants between his thumb and forefinger, he lifted his leg up and then let it drop down to the bed, testing his reaction and seeing where the drug was at with that changed metabolism.

"Am I lying, Sabastian?"

Those cold eyes came back up slowly, holding the blonds for a moment longer.

"Perhaps you'll believe my little Cora once she's home. She certainly seems to have taken a liking to you."

He reached out suddenly, grabbing him by his shoulder before turning him around roughly and laying him onto his stomach.

"In any case, I didn't come down here for idle chatter."

The sound of a knife clicking open could be heard, and Quint began to sob once again. He knew what was coming, but with how weak his body was, he couldn't even push the bandages off his sides to set his tentacles free and try to knock that knife out of his hand.

"I want to see how strong that link is."

Kuznet began to cut the fabric from Sabastian's back, his sharp knife tearing through it easily. And once he had it ripped and shredded down the middle, he peeled it off of the blonds shoulders, revealing the empty portrait of his bare shoulders to his prying eyes.

"Hm. Johnathan was right. You are quite lovely, aren't you?"

 

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Sayori's smile became a little more pronounced as he joked with her, almost being reminded of the way that Quint would joke with her to cheer her up as well. When he pondered what that last sticky thing could be, Sayori pretended to think for a moment before replying, "it's doughnuts, isn't it? The one big thing that holds us all together?"

She assumed he might have been hinting at "love," but she wasn't sure. In any case, it was a good opportunity for another little joke. Another opportunity to distract oneself from everything on her mind currently.

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He didn't even have the strength to resist when Kuznet lifted his leg, the leg flopping down once he released it.

"Am I lying, Sabastian?"

Was he? Sabastian's eyes searched Kuznet's but there were no answers to be found, only cruel amusement. He couldn't tell whether Kuznet was truly fucking with him or not, but if his goal was to instill doubt in the little man, he had succeeded. The thought of them trying to find him made him feel nervous and scared, not wanting them to put themselves through any more pain because of him.

He was just starting to process what Kuznet had said about Cora when he found himself being flipped over like a pancake. Though he couldn't move at this point, it still hurt, the little man clenching his teeth and letting out a little hiss of pain. Though the pain of his bruises and ribs were the least of his problems right now.

"I want to see how strong that link is."

There it was, the promise of pain that he knew Kuznet would make. The sound of ripping fabric was heard right before he felt the slightly chilly air upon his exposed back, his vaguely feminine form graced with bruises and the evidence of Niles's rage. The feeling of Kuznet's eyes upon his skin was uncomfortable to say the least, especially now that he knew the maniac intended to knife him somewhere, probably somewhere that wouldn't damage anything too badly but would hurt like hell.

"Hm. Johnathan was right. You are quite lovely, aren't you?"

"Oh... you are every bit as lovely as I thought you would be."

He reflexively shuddered, the word 'lovely' having brought back memories of the prison that he would rather have kept down at that particular moment. If he had strength, he would have put as much distance between himself and Kuznet as possible. When had Jonathan seen him shirtless, though?

The blonde sucked in a breath suddenly, remembering that he had woken up having been changed from the dress into slacks and a shirt. That other officer had to have seen him basically naked, and he wouldn't put it past that creepy fuck not to have taken a picture or two of him in his most vulnerable moments. It was a disgusting thought and it made him feel a bit more exposed than he would like to be.

In the back of his mind he could feel Quint's apprehension, guilt, and sorrow, those emotions still competing with his own of vulnerability, fear, and helplessness.

"Lovely? Ha. You probably just see a slab of bruised meat when you look at me." He pretended to act as though he didn't care, but he didn't like this one bit. To be called lovely by the big an felt disgusting just as it had with the father, Sabastian trying to hide it in his expression since he could no longer turn his head away.

 

[Drobabes]

Francisco started laughing more hardily, his voice echoing out from the elevator as he stepped inside.

"That would have to be one big donut. I bet it would make quite the mess, too, especially the sugary glazed one."

Once they were inside and heading down, Fran's stomach let out a sudden growl. He started laughing again, bringing his watch up to check to the time, only to remember his watch had broke earlier that day.

"Damn. I should have snagged one of those donuts before Quint ate them all."
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"Oh quite the opposite, Sabastian."

Since the little blond was not bound like Quint, but mostly because he wanted to see the fear in those stubborn eyes, The General took a step over his little body and used his own to straddle him. He didn't straight up sit atop his body, instead keeping his weight on his knees, but he definitely boxed him in and used his huge legs to hold his wrists down by his side.

Almost immediately he saw a reaction from Quint, the bound man stiffening up as he felt that familiar weight bearing down on his body. With satisfaction now in his eyes, he looked back to Sabastian and put a hand on his smooth shoulder, stroking up just slightly before bending down with the knife. As he began, he continued to talk to the little blond, as if he weren't hurting the two men but simply drawing a portrait.

"You know I find that humans tend to show their true nature while in pain. That sweet little boy Sam-he was not as innocent as he seemed. Quinton! Pay attention!"

The bound man let out a gasp, the knife having dug down into an especially tender area on Sabastian's body. He wanted to scream. To spit and fight and yell profanities at the sick fuck, but all he could do was force his drugged body to turn sideways a bit so that he could look up.

"Did you know he was willing to sell out his own brother to stop the pain? It took a while, I must admit, but he eventually broke and begged for it to stop. It was pathetic."

The knife was pulled away momentarily as The General took out a clean rag and used it to clean up some of the blood.

"But you and your sister have never broken. Neither of you have ever begged for the other to take your place."

The rag was sat aside, and the knife brought back to his skin.

"Why do you think that is, little Quinton? Is it simply because you were born in the same womb?"

Fuck it hurt. It almost seemed to hurt worse than normal, and Quint felt like he was going to puke again. He screamed instead, momentarily curling his body before sobbing and panting.

"I...I don't know!"

"Do not lie to me Quinton."

"Ah! Fuck! Maybe... maybe it's just because we...we fucking hate you so much, you sick fuck!"

Kuznet laughed, the knife continuing it's work, coming down Sabastian's side.

"Perhaps. Hatred does seem to be a very strong emotion. I have even felt it on occasion."

 

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Sayori also chuckled at the growl from his stomach. She too was starting to feel more hungry, her eggs demanding more sustenance for their continued growth. "You really should have, they were quite delicious. Where Officer Jonathan found them, I'm not sure, but I was happy for them anyway." She paused for a moment before continuing, "would you like to have lunch with me? I mean, of course you would probably have to grab the food which would be more work for you, but at least you would get to rest your feet while we ate."

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If fear was what Kuznet was going for, he got it immediately after he straddled the blonde and pinned his arms. Sabastian got a somewhat panicked look before he closed his eyes and tried to calm down. If he had the ability to do so, he would have squirmed and tried to get away, hating the way he could feel the man hovering over his ass. The General wasn't going to fuck him, was he? No, likely he just wanted Sabastian to feel powerless; nevertheless, he couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable underneath him.

His body shivered from the man's callused fingers gently sliding up his shoulder, the man wondering where the blade was going to plunge down into him. It didn't happen how he expected though, the blade slowly slicing into his skin as the General dragged it across his back. The knife was very sharp, so it flowed so easily wherever it was directed. That being said, it was also extremely painful.

He cringed and gritted his teeth, taking deep breaths to try to get through the pain of the slicing. When Kuznet demanded Quint's attention, he also gasped in pain, his eyes watering from how it had taken advantage of his tenderness. He wondered what it would look like when Kuznet was done carving him up. Though it almost seemed like the man was being very specific wit where he moved the knife.

Quint's rage was coming on strong, and Sabastian had to concur; he also wished the sick fuck would fall down a deep well and be left for dead. He was vaguely listening to the conversation since he had no idea who Sam was, but he assumed it was something Quint was familiar with. It wasn't nearly as important as trying to mitigate the affects of the pain though. God it was fucking painful as hell. Sabastian whimpered slightly as it seemed to pass over another bruise, the man now unable to keep the tears from coming out. They weren't tears of hopelessness, more tears of frustration and pain. He wished he had the strength to fucking deck Kuznet right in his fucking face, but he couldn't.

As always, he had a pretty decent pain tolerance, but it still surpassed his normal comfortable limits. Quint almost seemed to feel it more intensely than he did, making Sabastian wonder if he felt the same amount of pain but was more susceptible to it. Fuck, he hated being used to fuck with Quint. He wasn't as much angry that he was caught in the middle as he was at Kuznet for being so fucking cruel. Guilt was a sharp knife that could slice very deeply.

"What the fuck are you doing back there? Painting a Picasso?" It stung so fucking bad, the cuts that had already been made, his new cuts pulling at the old ones, making them all smart. Another flick of the knife made him gasp and pant, his eyes going to Quint and looking at the gauze. It was at that moment that he realized just which one of his tentacles had been cut off: the one that healed shit. A shot of fear went through him as his eyes flicked back to Kuznet. Whatever happened here, Kuznet didn't want Quint to be able to help him. His own goop could seal wounds, but it couldn't heal them. If Kuznet decided to really fuck him up, there would be nothing anyone could do about it. Maybe he was actually just winding him up, getting ready to actually fucking murder him.

 

[Drobabes]

"Hmm. Let me think on it."

Francis turned his head a bit to smile at her before turning back to wait for the elevator to open. Once it was open, he stepped out into the hall and began to lead them down the final hall that would take them to the cells.

"Alright, I've decided. An early lunch with a beautiful young lady sounds much preferable to those pesky reports and duties. Besides, I'll be on my feet all night, so I should probably get as much rest as I can!"

He laughed again, his voice just so full of cheer. It wasn't completely fake, though he wouldn't acknowledge it himself. While Francisco didn't feel any sexual attraction to the little women, (and infact it had been many, many, years since he had felt those urges at all), he did feel a craving for the companionship. Much like Quint had tried to do, Francis had tried to keep Sayori at arms length in order to protect himself. However, just as he had as well, Francisco had come to love that little women now resting in his arms.

The feelings had snuck up on him throughout their interactions. Perhaps because he had been denied the one thing he had craved deeply over the years-a family, with the warmth of love and affection, and because Sayori was so much younger than himself, he now saw the little women as a sort of daughter, in a similar way in which he held love for Quinton like an adopted son.

"Ah, here we are, home sweet home. You know, I could try and brag and say my own room is better, but it really isn't all that different. A stiff bed, and floors so cold I'm surprised I haven't gotten frost bit over the years."

He reached out and punched the code in for the door, waiting for it to slide open, and then he took her over to the bed and sat her down gently.

"Now, what are you in the mood for? I would suggest at least a bit of protein, otherwise your body might become fatigued."
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Kuznet didn't bother to answer his question, but when he saw him look back over his shoulder with fear, he smiled.

"Ah. Have you finally figured it out? Do not worry..."

He dug the knife in close to his spine; dangerously close to his nerves.

"I am simply leaving a message for that guitar player of yours. A reminder, of what you truly are."

The General had learned many things from his mother, and one of those things was the arts. Of course, carving flesh was not the same as painting a portrait, but he had learned to adapt it nonetheless.

Quint had been writhing and struggling, inching closer to the two of them despite the pain and his drug hazed mind. Whatever Ray had given him was obviously different from the drugs in Sabastian, perhaps because he didn't want him mouthing off as easily and distracting him from his task. However, that wasn't going to stop him from trying.

What did stop him, however, was the chains connected to his ankles, and once he looked down and made sense of what was holding him back, he closed his eyes and started to cry again. His mind was starting to slip, the stress of it all just too much, not to mention the bindings making him absolutely useless. Even if he could get over there, what the hell was he going to do to stop him? Nothing. He couldn't do jack fucking shit.

Rolling over a bit, he slammed his forehead down on the floor and started to mumble once more, an occasional word coming through. Mostly it was 'fuck' and 'so sorry Cory'.

The General had stopped his cutting again, to wipe away the blood. When he looked over at Quint, that smile became twisted and demented once more before turning his attention back to Sabastian.

"Hmm. I believe that is enough for now."

He got up off the bed, easily climbing over and then stepping over Quint to head to the bathroom. Once there, he had to bend over to wash his knife, and then his hands. Once he was satisfied, he shut the water off and shook his hands, grabbing a clean towel to dry off with.

"Quinton, be a good boy while I am gone. And you,"

Those cold blue eyes burned into Sabastian as he walked back over to him, then grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head up.

"I will see you very soon, little lab rat."

With his work now done, and seemingly satisfied that Quint had been punished appropriately, he let Sabastian face fall back down and then turned and left.

 

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She smiled, finding it a bit amusing that he referred to her as a "beautiful young lady." Of all the officers, he seemed to be the one with the best manners. Come to think of it, he always called her "Ms. Sayori" as though she were a guest at a hotel or something. It made her feel human and respected as a person. Francisco was a tough person to figure out, Sayori being unsure if he truly enjoyed spending time with her, or whether it was all an elaborate act.

Niles liked to call her degrading names and Kuznet liked to belittle her by calling her his "little lamb." She hated that nickname even more than Niles calling her "little whore." The way he said it too made her feel disgusted. Whether or not Francisco was truly being fake with her didn't seem to matter as much; the woman knowing that at the very least he had the decency to fake it in order to keep her happy.

At his mention of her room, she straightened up a bit and looked around the halls first before leaning over slightly, "well at least you don't have Robo-cop skulking about like a sulking teenager." She chuckled softly and again looked around just to be sure he wasn't lurking nearby. The coast was clear though, so she relaxed slightly.

Once she was on her bed once more, she thought for a moment before shrugging. "Hm... I would love some teriyaki chicken and rice with a side of broccoli, but I don't know if the kitchen is making anything like that. These days I get so hungry I would eat my own tail if I had one."

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"Ah. Have you finally figured it out? Do not worry..."

Sabastian had a moment of pure fear as he felt how close that knife was to doing some real damage. With a slight movement, Kuznet could paralyze him for life, and Quint couldn't save him from that fate. He didn't even dare to breathe, laying there wide-eyed until the knife passed into a safer place, at which point he let out a shuddering breath of relief. He was still tense, but at least he wasn't going to end up in a wheelchair for the rest of his life IF he was even that lucky.

"I am simply leaving a message for that guitar player of yours. A reminder, of what you truly are.

The General's words didn't elicit a verbal response, but Sabastian gritted his teeth and gave Kuznet a dirty look. He hoped to God that Vin never got dragged into this godforsaken shit hole, that he was somehow able to see through Kuznet's schemes if the psychotic man was truly telling him the truth. Vin didn't seem like he would be that easily fooled, so he had to trust that he would be able to avoid landing in the dungeon.

It was a good thing that Kuznet had pulled away the knife when he did, as Quint's forehead slam startled Sabastian not only with the sound, but with the pain that came with it. The dude seemed to be in a really bad state mentally, and Sabastian hoped that the General would leave soon so he could help Quint. He was even babbling incoherently and didn't even seem to be aware of where he was at the moment. Worried as he was for Quint, he simply relaxed as Kuznet walked away and cleaned himself off, not noticing him back until he felt his grip on his blonde locks, hoisting him up.

"Fuck!" he hissed in pain, his watery eyes glaring back at those icy ones.

"I will see you very soon, little lab rat."

"Oomph!" was the only reply he could manage as he was dropped unceremoniously back to the bed.

"God I hope not." Sabastian breathed after Kuznet had shut the door. His gaze turned back to Quint, wondering what he could do. His back still stung really badly, and he couldn't actually move with the drug in his system right now, but he could talk to him and try to sooth him perhaps. No, talking wouldn't get through to him, he was past that sort of thing right now.

Sabastian closed his eyes and increased their bond, at first almost overtaken by the swirl of awful emotions beating inside Quint's head. However, being the one with a handle on his emotions at the moment, he cleared Quint's feelings out of his focus and focused on a memory of himself and Cora in the car at the farmhouse.

He was nestled against Cora, feeling the guilt and shame bubble up within himself as he sobbed with her in the car. “I was so fucking stupid... I should have killed him right there or forced him to let you guys go... maybe if I had he wouldn’t have hurt you too...” He had rested his forehead on her shoulder, hoping that he could be forgiven for not being enough. “I’m so sorry...”

"No. No" Cora's soft voice came, the woman having shook her head vehemently, sitting back a little so she could hold his face. Her hazel eyes looked at him so tenderly, almost like a mother's would.

"Look at me. Don't do that. That man manipulated you and made you think you had no choice, and for all you knew he might have killed you Sabastian. He already had that man down in the cells that was like you, you don't know how much he already knew about what you were. You were trying to save us, you were trying to do the right thing, so don't you dare let him keep a hold over you like that."

He gave that last sentence special attention, letting Quint feel the strength and compassion in her voice.

 

[Drobabes]

He bent over sideways a bit, seemingly looking for something behind her, before he stood up straight and gave her a grin.

"Are you sure you don't have one? I mean with Sabastian and Quinton having strange appendages now, I wouldn't be surprised. Alright then,"

He brought his hands in front of him to clap them together.

"I will see what I can find us."

With that, he turned to leave, not in any real hurry if she had any last requests.
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It took quite a long few moments, but eventually he quieted down as the turmoil in his mind finally gave way to a simple, calm, melancholy. If it were not for their link telling him otherwise, Sabastian might have thought he fell asleep.

"I used to tell her things like that" he said suddenly, his voice quiet and hoarse.

"After he would leave us alone, we would grab a blanket and wrap ourselves in it, and then we would sit against the wall and just hold each other. We...didn't like to sit on the bed...

"She always used to blame herself. She thought it was her fault that he took an interest in us. Cory really thought that if she hadn't approached him in the library when we were little, that he might never have noticed us, but I don't think that's true. I think he was there from the very beginning, just...waiting."

He rolled himself over onto his back, the movement making him dizzy. For another moment he was very quiet, and then,

"Sabastian...I really want to see her. God I don't want her here, but I..."

His words were cut off as a sob worked through him again, though he tried to swallow it down and just breathe.

 

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Sayori giggled at his antics, finally feeling like she was calm enough to not break down crying as soon as he left. She didn't have any special requests, content to simply let him go off on a mission of food discovery. All she did say was, "hurry back! I'm looking forward to eating as slowly as possible."

With that, she watched him walk away, her smile fading slightly to a bit of a lonely expression. She really hoped he came back soon, not wanting to be alone with her thoughts for too long. The woman could still feel the lube on her thighs and inside her, but she was too tired to get up and wipe it off. There was nothing to do now but wait, though she did lay down on her side, closing her eyes for a quick nap.

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Sabastian simply quietly listened to him, letting the melancholy wrap them both up in its embrace. He could imagine it, Quint and Cora crying and simply leaning against one another after one of Kuznet's horrible sessions. It was the comfort of knowing that someone knew exactly what you were going through, and knowing that they loved you without question.

He had to agree with Quint. One might say that "there is no rhyme or reason when it comes to a lunatic," but Kuznet was different. It seemed like every move he made, every word had a purpose and was planned several steps ahead, like the ultimate chess-master. Only when he had that demented smile on his face did he let himself enjoy the moment without thinking about his next three moves. He had probably put himself in the library at that day and time, knowing they would be there, knowing that eventually one of them would approach.

"Sabastian...I really want to see her. God I don't want her here, but I..."

"I know. I miss her too." He let the silence settle in again, tears coming to his own eyes. He missed having Cora as a friend, someone he could talk to and drink with. She was so kind, and despite everything she had retained her playfulness and willingness to grow. She had trusted him and confided in him, treating him like a close friend despite what he was.

"When we see her again, outside of this place, she and I will have to induct you into the midnight club." A little chuckle mixed with a sob came from him, "it's very exclusive, but I feel like you would be a prime candidate for being a new member. We never established a password, but if there was one, I think it would be 'dildo tentacles.'"

 

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"We never established a password, but if there was one, I think it would be 'dildo tentacles."

He let out a squeaky, choked laugh before coughing a bit. The silence settled for a moment longer, and then Quint started laughing again, not being able to help himself. He laughed so hard that he felt his side stab with pain again, and only then did he finally cut it off and stop.

After taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he said, "hey, close your eyes for a minute."

Taking another deep breath, he closed his own eyes, and then he concentrated hard on their link.

He was in a movie store, old VHS tapes and DVDs all around him. Near the back, down a row next to him, there was a curtain sectioning off another room. Quint was walking towards it with a movie in his hand when suddenly, the curtain came open and Sarah stepped out. She had a gigantic pink dildo in her arms, easily as big as a jack russell, and the most shit eating grin on her face.

"Can we adopt him, Quint? Let him sleep in the bed between us? I promise I'll take him out for a midnight walk every day."

The movie in his hand was sat down on a counter as he suddenly lost his shit laughing, his hands going to hold his side.

"Look honey, feel how soft he is!"

"Sarah, no!"

He turned and started power walking away, only to look behind him and see her coming after him with that thing now aimed at him like a sword.

"Quinton, darling! I only want you to pet it a little!"

He started running then, laughing hard as he hopped down another isle to try and lose her. Not a moment later, he heard one of the clerk's let out a startled scream.

"M-mam! You CANNOT leave the room with that!"

The memory faded as he started to laugh again, not able to concentrate and keep up the details to allow Sabastian to see.

 

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Robert walked with Genevieve through the base, the woman describing everything to him as they went. Of course, to make everything more believable, he kept his eyes shut and simply let her words give him an idea of what the base was like. Meanwhile, he smelled lots of different smells permeating the place. Since it was a hub of activity it was a given that he would smell the normal things that came with it. He really didn't like the fact that he could now smell when people were aroused, or had been doing naughty things to themselves or others, the man feeling a bit embarrassed about intruding on such things.

He wasn't so by-the-book that he thought masturbation was a sin, but he didn't necessarily approve of premarital sex. It wasn't going to stop him from loving that person with the grace God had given them for a reason, but it still made him feel a bit disapproving of it. In that way, he was a bit of a romantic, feeling that one should save themselves for the one they loved most, sharing those first intimate moments and exploring one another's bodies without the experience being tainted by previous trysts. He and Genevieve had shared a night of passion on their wedding night. It had been a bit awkward at first as they tried to figure things out, but it had been done with love and without judgement.

The fact that the father had touched his wife in the most intimate of ways made him feel as though the devil was influencing his heart, such feelings of hatred having never been felt by him before. He had gone into that office to save that woman, and to free his own wife, not to kill the Father. However, he had not stopped them from murdering the man, even though the Bible would have told him to have mercy on his corrupted soul. Guilt laid heavy on his heart as he struggled with what had happened in that prison, with the knowledge that he was complicit in the Father's death. The lord taught that everyone had a soul that could be redeemed, but how was a man such as himself supposed to turn his gaze away from the evil the man would have done if they had let him go? Was he blinded by his own personal grievances? He would have to pray and reflect on it later.

He felt his wife squeeze his hand, knowing that she was giving him that beautiful smile of hers- that smile that seemed to prove the lord's existence in of itself. "We're coming up on a larger building now. I don't really know whether it's an office, or a military headquarters, but there is a flagpole, a fence, and it looks very official. You know, I've been wondering. If the military is kind of up in the air right now, what if there are two people of similar rank at the top? Like what if there are two commanders, or three Generals? Do they have some sort of rock-paper-scissors over who runs the base, or is it like having two understudies if the main actor breaks their leg?"

Robert chuckled, "I like to think that they play an intense game of military Jeopardy." He reached out to see if he could feel the fence, immediately feeling his wife's hand shoot out to grab his.

"I don't think you should do that; we don't know if it's electric or not and it looks to be metal so it could be."

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He smiled, having made Quint laugh. Quint's mirth could be felt, but it seemed to only grow as it seemed like he remembered something else. As he was asked, Sabastian closed his eyes and also focused on the link to better accept what Quint might want to broadcast to him. What he got was a scene he hadn't been expecting.

The blonde tried to withhold his laughter as he saw the pink dildo in his mind's eye, but it just kept bubbling up the further they got into the memory. Holy shit, that was hilarious, watching Quint speed-walk from Sarah, that pink dildo coming for him.

"Pffft!" Sabastian started laughing hard at that image of Sarah chasing him down with a huge dildo while a flustered clerk called after them. It hurt his ribs to laugh that hard, but it was fucking worth it.

"Oh shit... that poor clerk! Hahaha..." His eyes watered from laughing so hard, it taking a good minute before he wound down. "Damn... here, here's one of mine. A bit more awkward if you ask me, but you might find it funny."

He closed his eyes and imagined a sex shop, various dildos and things everywhere and a very shy and embarrassed barely-18-year-old Sabastian in the dildo section. The blonde had wandered around a bit, doing everything in his power to avoid the too-friendly clerks. His eyes had fixed upon a literally massive dildo, way too big to fit inside an elephant, let alone a human. The man shuddered and moved over a bit, picking up a regular dildo before wondering if he could just order something like this online. It actually seemed like just what he was looking for to experiment a bit. At that moment, a clerk came over with someone, picking up another dildo and putting it in their hands.

"... So you see, this is actually one of the best ones we have on the market. Very real-to-life and it even has a warming function!"

"Oh, that's interesting. Do you have any like this that are a bit bigger?"

That soft, feminine voice had drawn his attention, his wide blue eyes looking up just as she had looked over and seen him- his mom.

They both went pale, staring at each other as the clerk looked back and forth, oblivious of their relationship despite the resemblance. His mother had been a gorgeous, voluptuous woman with long blonde locks and crystalline blue eyes, Sabastian having taken after her in looks. Both of them were holding dildos in their hands, presumably with the intention of buying and fucking themselves with them.

The clerk looked at the one Sabastian had and piped up, "huh, looks like great minds think alike, huh? That's the same model, just a size up."

Sabastian had slowly put it back on the shelf, turned and walked out of the shop, bright as a tomato and wishing he could bleach his brain.

"You better not tell anyone about that memory though, or I'll have to murder you," Sabastian quietly muttered, his cheeks pink.

 

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Francis was just coming out of the office, taking an easy stroll over to the cafeteria, when noticed the knew couple checking out the base. He usually had a pretty good eye on who came in, so these two must have just arrived. Taking a look around past them, he spotted their young protege bringing the laundry back, and flagged him down.

"Tommy Tour Guide, who-what happened to you, Kyle dump your ass in the river? I mean I wouldn't be surprised after what you did to him. You know, if I had known you wanted to borrow my grooming kit for that, I would have given you a few pointers."

Tommy came over to him, his cheeks heating up a bit with mild embarrassment, though he wasn't about to admit to it.

"No Sir, I just got too hot while I was washing the clothes, so I thought it would be a good idea to wash my uniform while there and cool down a bit. Kill two birds with one stone."

Francis raised his eyebrow for a second but didn't say anything. He knew that look on his face, but maybe the boy had been up to some naughty deeds or something and needed to wash away the evidence. In any case...

"So who's the knew couple?" he asked, gesturing towards Genevieve.

"Oh, that's Robert and Genevieve. They just arrived in the base."

"Robert, huh?"

It was such a common name, but something about that name was triggering a familiar feeling in his mind.

"They religious?"

The women looked like she was wearing a cross around her neck, but it was a bit hard to make out from so far away.

"Yes Sir, Robert just spoke a bit of the gospel to me while I was finishing up at the river."

Francisco's eyes looked down at him sharply, taking another, closer look, at his uniform. Tommy didn't seem to catch it though.

"It was kind of nice, to be honest. I haven't even touched a bible in years, but my dad used to read some stories from it when I was really little."

"That so? Well, I'm glad you got a bit of relief and something familiar. Alright, carry on soldier."

"Thank you Sir."

Francisco started to make his way back to the cafeteria, but this time he took a lingering look at Robert as he walked by.

Where's your cane, blind man?
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Sabastian's mirth felt like a salve for his wounds. It couldn't stitch them closed of course, but in this hell, it was all there was to stay sane. To have a brief reprieve from the pain, from the horror and shock, and to simply be able to let off a bit of tension, helped to let his heart feel lighter. More than that, though, it was like spitting in the face of their captors. Despite how much pain they had put them through, they were still standing. They were still struggling to stay on their feet with a smile on their lips and fire in their eyes, daring them to do it again.

"I know" Quint said, letting out another almost squeaky laugh.

"She was so flustered, and she didn't let us come back to the store for almost a month, haha. Alright, alright, let me see..."

He closed his eyes, letting everything else on his mind simply be pushed to the back burner for a moment. Very soon he was getting the image of the sex shop, and that alone almost had him laughing. After everything that had happened, but especially when Sarah had come into their lives, Quint had been able to find a way to express his own self and his humor. To keep it intact while still hiding the parts that he didn't want Kuznet to see. And he had found, through searching and discovering more about himself, that he likes all that cheesy, childish like humor. He didn't wrinkle his nose at fart jokes, and a good belch could get his eyes watering for minutes at a time if the person who did it had a funny face while they let loose. It was simple humor, but with how his life was, he craved simplicity in many forms.

Suddenly he was seeing a women-a beautiful women, he had to admit, although he recognized the resemblance almost immediately. He then watched with a slow grin spreading across his face, Sabastian's embarrassment being felt but also just adding to Quint's own amusement. He was already starting to laugh, but when Sabastian turned and slowly put the toy away, and then turned to get the hell out of there, he started busting up, tears sparking his eyes and rolling down the sides of his face.

His whole body shook with his mirth, forcing him to roll over on his side so he didn't hurt his wrists, which were still cuffed, and his laughter started to become squeaky and high again. It took him a moment to calm down again, but when he did, he tried to look over at Sabastian.

"Oh shit, I bet you couldn't talk to her for a good week after that, huh?"

He laughed hard again, his side stinging a bit, and then he calmed down and simply laid there. For a few long moments, that's all he did, letting the tension leave him and the melancholy sink back in. At this point he was mostly just waiting for the drugs to wear off.

"Hey, Sabastian...those eggs? Do they take any of your DNA? Ray-...Kuznet, said they absorb DNA from the host and a...donor..."

He spat the last word, the anger coming back to him for a moment, though he tried not to get worked up again. Francisco had promised he would take care of it, but what if there was more? Ray always had something up his sleeve; what if he tried to get more hosts now, now that he knew? Would they be able to find them all?

 

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As Francisco walked by, Robert resisted the urge to turn his head. He could smell her, the lady with the semen-stained clothes; her scent was all over whoever it was that was walking by. He wanted to look and see who it was, but he couldn't give away how well his nose worked.

While the zombie-man couldn't look, Genevieve was under no such restrictions. She glanced at the officer curiously, giving him a friendly smile as he looked at them before looking back to Robert.

"Why don't... we go to the bar. I have to say I'm a bit thirsty." Robert sighed, deep in thought. He could feel Sabastian more strongly now, but he doubted that Sabastian could feel him yet since he didn't get any inkling from the man that he recognized Robert's presence. It was certain that there was another half-zombie with him though, as well as a few normal zombies. The fact that some woman was trapped in some kind of room or prison weighed heavily on him though, especially since it seemed likely that she was being used as a sexual object. He wanted to break the doors down and rescue them, but he knew that it would only do more harm than good at this point.

"Mm. Let's," Genevieve nodded, holding his arm for support and leading him away from the fence and back the way they had come. They walked in silence on the way back, Robert troubled by everything going on there, and Genevieve having sensed her husband's current mood. They had to ask someone to point them in the direction of the bar, but they eventually found it and walked in. Robert smiled at the comforting smell of potato wedges and strong alcoholic beverages, putting his thoughts on the backburner for now. There was something very comforting about being in a bar where things didn't seem quite so bleak.

Going to the counter, he waited for the bartender to finish delivering an order to a table before giving him a friendly smile.

The bartender grinned back, leaning against the bar and throwing his little towel over his shoulder. "Well well well, new arrivals, right? I'm Dave, resident bartender, therapist, and occasional procurer of special items. What's your poison?"

Genevieve chuckled and sat down with Robert on the barstools, "well, I'll have a beer, and he'll have cider. But... I can totally smell potatoes. Can we have some of those?"

Dave gave her a wink, "coming right up!" It was a bit flirty, but not in a way that was too over the top. After all, it was in his nature to be charismatic and outgoing, wanting for his patrons to feel at ease.

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Sabastian grinned, "Oh no, you don't understand. It was way worse than that. Later that night she came into my room, sat me down, and gave me a talk about how sex is normal and all that. God it was so fucking awkward. She even gave me some condoms and told me that I should always have my partner use protection." Sabastian shuddered, trying not to remember the baggie of condoms she had given him, his mom having accidentally left her receipt in there, letting him know that she also purchased the dildo model he had been holding, and that she had also purchased lube.

He let their shared mirth simply buzz between them, smiling as he lay on the bed. The smile slowly faded though, a sigh escaping him as the silence became a bit blue, their escape always only temporary.

"Hey, Sabastian...those eggs? Do they take any of your DNA? Ray-...Kuznet, said they absorb DNA from the host and a...donor..."

Sabastian narrowed his eyes at Quint, not liking that he was asking that sort of question, though a second later it clicked for him why he was asking. His heart sank at the realization that Sayori was likely now carrying eggs that were tainted by Kuznet's cum. It was fucking disgusting, and he wondered if Kuznet had fucked her just to find out whether the eggs would accept him, the sick fuck.

"Yeah... Kinda. I don't know how Margaret knew about this kind of shit, but she always liked talking, so it was one of the topics that came up. Basically, my-our eggs are kind of a blank template. On their own, they wouldn't hatch into anything more than goo. However, once... inserted into a host, they basically absorb their DNA and use it to make the offspring. If someone... donates their own DNA during this process, especially near the beginning, the eggs will also incorporate the donor's DNA. Bottom line is that a donor isn't necessary, but the eggs will accept it if it happens." His tone was tense, not having liked having to say it.

He was quiet for a moment, thinking about how that clutch of eggs would hatch into little Kuznets. It made him sick to his stomach with disgust and anger, and he kind of had an idea as to why Quint might have been punished.

 

[Drobabes]

It didn't take Francis too long to gather their lunch. He was able to snag quite the little variety of food as well. A little baked chicken with a few teriyaki packets, some steamed vegetables from the garden with some salt and pepper, some rice, and a delicious flan pudding that had taken a bit of coaxing and flirting with the head chef to get them to sneak some in. Fran might not have wanted anything to happen between them, but he still enjoyed the old song and dance on occasion.

When he finally arrived back at the cells, he was whistling and all but dancing as he came in with the food. With a huge grin and a little flourish with his hands, he sat the arrangement of their meal out upon her bed.

"Well, I couldn't get fully cooked teriyaki chicken, but I did manage to find some little condiment packets. Oh! Aaaand, wait for it..."

He reached down and picked up a container, popping the lid open and then showing her the contents.

"Duh du-du duh! Caramel flan pudding, freshly made and still warm! Is Fran good? Or is he good?"

He laughed and handed her the sweet dessert, having no qualms about letting her have sweets before the main course.
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Quint had laughed at Sabastian's description of his mom coming into his room, but it was more out of politeness than actually understanding the embarrassment behind it. He had had that opportunity stolen away from him at a young age, not only with losing his parents, but being exposed to things that stripped him of his innocence much too soon. He had never experienced the years of embarrassment, or awkward moments, though he had reconciled with it long ago. It no longer bothered him or confused him to hear those types of feelings from his peers, but he simply couldn't relate on a deep level.

He simply laid there and listened as Sabastian explained about the eggs, his fears only made a reality. For a long while, he was just quiet with Sabastian, simply too worn out to try and fight those anxieties at that given moment, though after a while the quiet began to bother him. Perhaps he was still a bit high from the drug, but he really didn't want to sit and stew with his own thoughts.

"So mind if I ask why Officer Limp Dick beat you to near death and back?"

Quint scooted himself over a bit so that he could meet his gaze, and then he gave him a grin.

"Sayori is worried about you, but I bet you really got under his skin."

Was there just a bit of pride there in his voice? A bit more than camaraderie, but maybe, some respect? Definitely.

 

[Poprockz]

She had been able to get in a little power nap before she heard the footsteps and whistling. It had roused her and once she realized it was Francisco, she had gotten up, quickly made her bed, and sat on top of it. Upon seeing him come into view, she smiled warmly, very happy to see him again. The smell of chicken was wafting over, making her own stomach rumble this time, the woman very much looking forward to her lunch with the officer.

Sayori's eyes practically sparkled when she saw the flan, holding it in her hands as though she couldn't believe her eyes. "I love flan! It's one of my favorite things! Thank you!" She eagerly took a spork and got herself a spoonful, popping it in her mouth. The warm pudding practically melted on her tongue, the caramel flavor hitting a craving of hers that she hadn't known was there.

"Mm! You are amazing. It's been a while since I had flan, so it feels very comforting." She smiled widely at him, obviously thrilled at his little find. Once she had another spoonful, she sighed with satisfaction and asked, "so... what's it like up there? Have they saved more people?" The woman was curious to hear what was happening in polite society, where people weren't kept in dingy cells and forced to do disgusting things.

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"So mind if I ask why Officer Limp Dick beat you to near death and back? Sayori is worried about you, but I bet you really got under his skin."

Any semblance of positivity melted from Sabastian's face, replaced by a look of pain and deep-seated resentment.

"He provoked me. He... gave me a platter of meat to eat to make the nest since a lot of protein is needed for it, and watched me make it, always with a little smirk on his face. When I was finally done, he was taking me back to the cells when he asked me how-" His voice choked for a moment and he swallowed hard, forcing himself to continue. "He asked me how it had tasted. How they had tasted. He fed them to me, Quint. That goddamned bastard made me eat them..."

Sabastian closed his eyes, not wanting to look Quint in the eye anymore, tears starting to come fresh down his pale cheeks. "When they told me to impregnate Sayori, I refused and held a gun to Jonathan's back and Kuznet shot three people in front of me, right in the forehead. A woman, her son, and another blonde man. He shot them because of me... and now they're spread all over that fucking room."

"I asked him whether he was jealous of you and whether he wanted big daddy Kuznet to be fucking him in the ass. Then he beat the shit out of me. It was worth every punch and kick. That fuck..." He felt tired, tired of crying, but more than that, he felt a fire burn in his heart made of hatred for that sick prick, Niles. It was all he could do not to break down from the shame of it all, especially the fact that he had liked the taste.

 

[Drobabes]

The look on her face made Francis melt like butter, the light returning to her eyes playing cords on his heart that he had all but forgotten he even had. For the first time in his life, Fran suddenly understood why parents spoiled their children sometimes, as Sayori could have asked him for almost anything in that moment, and he knew he would have gone out of his way to get it for her.

He pulled a chair over and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees and simply watching her eat as he smiled softly.

"Oh, not too much has changed. We've been able to find a few more survivors, but, it seems as if it's slowing down a bit. There's evidence of more camps and independent groups out there, but they seem untrusting-and for good reason!" he laughed loudly.
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His own look changed as well, having not expected that reaction from the little blond. Although, soon enough, he understood why.

"He asked me how it had tasted. How they had tasted. He fed them to me, Quint. That goddamned bastard made me eat them..."

He sucked in a breath, and then he looked down and away. Disgust and anger, shock and horror, they all rolled through him equally as he laid there and continued to listen to the pain in Sabastians voice. He was still listening to the man, but as he continued to speak, Quint really fought against his bonds, nudging and inching against the tightly wrapped cloth around his ribs, until, finally, he managed to get a single appendage loose.

"He shot them because of me... and now they're spread all over that fucking room."

His own face became hot and wet as he too cried, though his were tears of anger. Turning back to the man, he used his appendage to reach over Sabastian and grip onto his blanket. He then carefully spread it over Sabastian's legs and over the side of his arm. Quint would have simply covered him across his back with the comforting fabric, but he couldn't see the extents of the cuts and he didn't want to irritate them further.

"Not because of you, Sabastian. Please don't say that."

How much could he share? How much of his sanity was he willing to sacrifice by telling him what he had really been doing? Perhaps the better question was...did he consider him his friend?

"I tried not to let you see all of my memories, through the link, but...I think you might already have some kind of idea of how fucked he is. So let me...give you a little context, so you understand why it wasn't your fault."

Quint tucked the blanket against his side, giving it a soft little pat after he was done before pulling his appendage away and letting out a slow breath, his eyes closing for a moment as if he was deciding if he really wanted to talk about this.

"When our parents died, he legally adopted us. I'm sure you already knew that, though, or if you didn't, well now you do. Anyways, we had to...we had to live with him. And his.... rules. Heh, they were more like games, though. His games. And they were always rigged."

He opened his eyes and glared at the bathroom, those clear glass walls that provided absolutely no privacy reminding him of thousands of other little cruelties.

"There was one in particular that was especially...memorable. When me and Cora were still ignorant, he made us dinner. He set the table and we had this big feast, and he gave us fruit and juice-something that he almost never did because he claimed the sugar was unhealthy. Well, as you can imagine, we ate a lot of fruit and we drank a lot of juice. And when we were done, he sent us to bed. Except that, he gave us explicit instruction that we were not to get up during the night, for any reason. Even to use the bathroom."

He turned his face, his stormy blue eyes staring at him hard.

"He did it on purpose. He gave us all that fruit and all those drinks, knowing that we would have to use the bathroom. Knowing that we were still basically kids, and there was no way we could hold our piss in all night. And do you know what he did, when he caught me trying to sneak out of our room in the middle of the night?"

His voice had become a bit strained near the end, fresh tears of rage spilling down his cheeks.

Tell her Quinton. Tell her what she has.

Looking away slowly, because he couldn't stand to hold his gaze anymore, he let out a shaky breath and continued on.

"He made me hurt her. He set us up, like little game pieces, knowing that there was no way for us to win. And he did the same thing to you. If he wanted those prisoners to live, he never would have given you a supposed choice. He never would have even had them in that room. He put them there, in front of you, to put you in your place. Even if you hadn't have fought him, he still would have found some made up reason to kill them and then made you feel like it was your fault so that he could hang that guilt over your head...

But as far as...what happened to them after, well. That's just fucking Limp Dick for you. Big Daddy Kuznet has to reward his little parasite, otherwise it starts to get out of control."

 

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"Hm..." Sayori pondered, the spork held in her mouth thoughtfully for a moment. She had to agree with Francisco. It wasn't as though Kuznet had nefarious purposes for the majority of the people in the base per se, but they were all technically under his "rule" whether they knew it or not. To step out of line or be suspected of anything would possibly mean a sniper bullet to the head or something. He was so good at acting like a good guy that he would likely get away with it too without anyone ever knowing that it was truly a dictatorship he was running, the man seemingly benevolent and caring.

How far from the truth that sentiment was. She hoped that there would be other groups that would resist the General, that would at the very least leave while they could.

Taking the spork out of her mouth, she nodded. "I agree- if there's one thing I've learned, it is that one can never be too trusting in these times." She continued to eat her flan, giving it a contented look once she had eaten it all. With that done, she opened the flavor packets and put them on the chicken, grateful that it was already cut up into chunks. Cutting it up with a spork would have been nigh impossible. She continued to eat with him, chatting about random things that came to mind like the weather, heat, any interesting new survivors, and anything of note. It was so nice to simply sit and chat over lunch, the awful events of the day slowly being softened by the kind officer.

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"I tried not to let you see all of my memories, through the link, but...I think you might already have some kind of idea of how fucked he is. So let me...give you a little context, so you understand why it wasn't your fault."

That blanket being pulled over him was comforting, the soft fabric bringing some warmth to him, even if it wasn't completely covering him. It was just as well; the cuts on his back almost burned, and he knew that it would really sting if the blanket had made contact.

Sabastian opened his eyes and looked at Quint sadly as he explained. Yes, he had seen part of that memory when they were sharing dreams, and he had an idea of what might have happened during it, especially with the conversation he had overheard earlier. It was clear that Kuznet enjoyed fucking with the siblings, turning them against each other and making them do fucked up things to one another as well.

Even though he had suspected what had happened to them, it hurt to hear it be put into words, the little blonde shedding more tears for them. It was painful to think that Cora and Quint had a good chunk of their lives stolen from them. Even when they escaped, he knew that Cora and Quint probably still weren't free of that sick fuck's influence.

Now he had a better understanding of the depth of Kuznet's depravity. While it softened the blow of the shame and guilt, he didn't think he could ever truly erase it from himself. It was true that Kuznet probably wanted an excuse to kill them and intimidate Sabastian, and that Sabastian wouldn't have willingly eaten their flesh if he had known. Still... he had liked the taste and that disturbed him on a very deep level. It blurred the line further as to whether he was human or a monster.

"I... saw. Part of it. When we were sleeping." Sabastian pursed his lips. "He'll never be able to pay for all that he's done. They all need to die, except for Fran."

 

[Drobabes]

Francisco was eating his own meal slowly, simply enjoying the good company and not in a hurry to go anywhere. While they chatted, he thought about the man he had seen earlier and wondered if it would be smart to ask Sabastian about the Robert he knew. On the one hand, he might be able to identify him. But on the other, it might just light a false sense of hope in the little blond and make him try to reach out, possibly putting the other half zombie in danger-if that's who it was.

Bootsteps could be heard coming down the hall, and Francis looked up with curiosity, seeing Kuznet step up and put the code in to open the door.

"Finished already? Damn you move fast big boy. I would have thought a few decades would have shaved some speed off those tall legs of yours."

Francis laughed before spearing a piece of chicken and chewing with a smile, watching as The General walked in and smiled down at Sayori.

"The lesson was received. They are resting, now. Francisco."

Fran looked up, still chewing but now listening for the orders that were no doubt coming.

"Pack your meal to go. I would like you to collect Sabastian and bring him back, and when you are done with that, inform Niles that I would like to see him in my office."

Francisco got a bit of a dark smile on his lips as he looked down at his chicken once more, slowly stabbing another chunky bite and bringing it up to his mouth as he spoke.

"You have a lot of reports to file later, right? Why don't you let me take him out on my mission. I still haven't had a chance to go investigate those sewer tunnels, and my Private said there's been more activity. I could really use someone to cover my ass."

Kuznet still stood in front of Sayori, but he turned his torso to look down at Francis, pondering for a moment before a soft smile graced his lips.

"Hmm. Very well. Be sure to...keep him busy."

The General turned away then, walking over to the edge of the bed and plucking one of the paper flowers to hold in his hand. While his back was turned, Francis stood up and gave Sayori a conspiratorial wink just before he popped the piece of chicken in his mouth and made his way towards the door. Before he got too far down the hall, he started whistling once more.
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Their lead had proved to be very frustrating, at least for Vin. What should have been a simple twenty minute drive turned into almost a full day trip when they come up on a huge pileup on the highway. Not only had it been impossible to pass through quickly, they had also run into trouble from the undead as well. They had had to use some of their ammo, although Scott proved to be quite an impressive shot, hitting the zombies right between the eyes a good portion of the time, and saving them having to fire off extra rounds.

Finally, they had arrived, parking the car out of sight and hiking the last mile to the gates, where they were let in with a similar process as last time. By the time they were given their stamps and the all clear, it was nearing sundown.

"I'm willing to stay up," Cora said, rolling her shoulders and trying to stretch a bit.

"But we should see if they have any coffee...hey where did Scott go?"

"Said he was heading to the bar."

Delvin looked around, hoping beyond hope that he would see a familiar face.

"He's probably got the right idea."

Of course, Vin didn't want a beer. What he wanted was a lead. Anything, really.

Adjusting the strap on his shoulder, he looked down at his guitar, thinking to himself that it might be a good idea to clean up a bit and draw a crowd. He was sure he could get people talking and telling stories after a few songs to loosen them up.

 

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The bootsteps had drawn Sayori's attention as well, her expression becoming a bit more guarded before she saw Kuznet come into view. At that point she frowned slightly, a bit annoyed that he was not satisfied with ruining her morning, and that he now sought to ruin her lunch with Francisco as well. However, she lowered her eyes to her chicken and gathered up a chunk with some rice before putting it in her mouth and chewing as she listened to the two of them talk about plans.

It was unnerving that even though the General was talking to Francisco, he was mostly standing there in front of her, smiling at his pregnant little prisoner. She didn't give him the satisfaction of meeting her gaze, instead looking down at her food and occasionally glancing at Fran as she continued to silently eat. It was also disappointing that Francisco was being sent away, though she imagined he would be back soon with Sabastian, so at least that was comforting. She didn't want to spend any alone time with Kuznet, so she hoped Fran would hurry back. What sort of shape was Sabastian in, though? Hopefully he was okay...

The news that the officer was going to be gone on a mission wasn't very uplifting, but at the very least he had convinced Kuznet to let him take Niles with him. It made her feel a bit safer knowing that while he was out, that hot-headed officer wouldn't be able to lay a finger on any of them.

She caught the conspiratorial wink and wondered if he had taken Niles out for a reason, perhaps knowing that she wanted to feel a bit safer. If that was the case, then he was a kinder man than she could have imagined. She watched him go down the hall, not wanting to acknowledge the mountain of a man that was currently holding one of her flowers in his hand. Sayori wasn't going to speak up first, simply continuing to eat as she waited for Francisco and Sabastian to come back.

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Damien stretched a bit as well, his muscles feeling a bit sore from having to push several cars out of the way in order for them to move forward. It had been a long day, and he had definitely gotten quite the workout. It was nice though, the man wanting to keep himself in good shape for Cora and for general survival purposes.

"He's probably got the right idea."

He nodded, "honestly, I wouldn't mind a drink myself." The man didn't mind staying up later either, but he had to admit that relaxing a bit would be nice. Finding Sabastian was the priority though, and he knew Vin wouldn't be able to really rest until they found him.

As soon as they found Sabastian though, Damien knew that he was going to do three things immediately: welcome back the little marshmallow, fuck Cora senseless, and sleep until he couldn't sleep anymore, in that order. It had been a while since they had been allowed to be frisky, and he had to admit that he was craving her intimate touch. Of course he could put that on the back burner considering the circumstances, but it didn't mean he couldn't think about what he was going to do to her when he got the chance.

"Although, we might check out the cafeteria first. That's likely where they're keeping their coffee, and it would be a good place to question people since it's a watering hole of sorts." He looked at them both in turn, wondering at their own opinions.

 

[Drobabes]

He continued to stand in front of her for a moment more before he bent down, getting low to the ground in a similar way in which an adult might when they wanted to get on a child's level. His icy eyes stared at her face, still with that little smile on his own, and then he reached up and took her chin in his hand. He held her gently as he spoke, running his thumb along her skin, seemingly enjoying how soft it was.

"Well now little bird, would you like to return to your cage?"
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"Although, we might check out the cafeteria first."

Delvin took yet another look around before his brown eyes came back to Damien.

"I think I'm going to clean up first, and then head to the bar. Why don't you guys just meet me over there?"

Cora put her hands on her hips and gave him a look, not trusting the big man to take care of himself right now. It drew a little smile from Vin, his body posture relaxing just a bit and he put up a hand.

"Easy, easy. If looks could kill... Look, I'll eat some potato wedges or something. That actually sounds pretty good right now."

Cora glared at him for a moment more, and then looked up at Damien. A shower sounded really good to her as well, but what sounded even better was having a chance to sit down with Damien and simply share a meal together. Her own fire was always burning for the hansom man, but she was really craving that close contact and gentle intimacy. She had been holding herself back for the past few days, not wanting to rub it in Vin's face while his own pain was so fresh.

"Alright" she said, walking over to Damien and taking his hand.

"But you better be eating something when we come in."

"I promise. I'll even give you my guitar if I'm not" he said with a quiet laugh, before turning away and walking towards the showers. Once he was a bit farther off, Cora turned back to her lover and let out a tired sigh, closing her eyes momentarily as she brought his hand up to her cheek.

"I still want to find him, but I'm not going to lie-it will be nice to have a minute alone with you."

Her voice was quiet, and when she was done, she opened her eyes slowly and looked up into those dark pools. It felt like a lifetime ago that she had sat on his bed and stared into them with apprehension and fear, but now all she could see was the beauty they had tried to hide from the world.

 

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Out of her peripherals, she could see him getting down to her eye-level, though she didn't look directly at him until she felt his hand on her chin, the man seemingly making a little non-verbal command for her to meet his gaze. Her eyes lifted and she met his gaze, not caring for the way his thumb stroked her.

"Well now little bird, would you like to return to your cage?"

That got her attention. Sayori gave him a bit of an alarmed and confused look, not understanding why they would move her back to her pampered room. The whole point of her being up here was so that Sabastian could take care of her during her pregnancy and make sure it went well. She really didn't want to be all alone in that room again, having found some comfort in having Sabastian with her, even if he was just her cellmate.

"What...? No, I... I would like to stay here so Sabastian can supervise the pregnancy." That was really just an excuse, the woman feeling a flutter of fear at the thought of being wrenched away and put back in her lonely cage; she couldn't give a damn about the eggs inside her. Of course Francisco would visit, but Kuznet could make it more difficult to do so, and it wasn't as though she could wave at a camera to have him come visit her when she needed. She felt like those icy eyes of his could see right through her, the woman swallowing hard, suddenly feeling like her mouth was a bit dry.

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"I think I'm going to clean up first, and then head to the bar. Why don't you guys just meet me over there?"

That also drew a bit of a suspicious squint from Damien, not trusting the man to eat or drink without one of them shoving the food into his hands and instructing him to do so. He was worried about Vin's health and he knew Sabastian would want him to make sure that Vin continued to eat at least enough for him not to go hungry. He simply gave Vin a suspicious grunt of acceptance when he claimed he would get some potato wedges in him.

"Alright... But you better be eating something when we come in."

He felt her hand take his, prompting him to gently hold hers back, watching Vin's back as he retreated. The long-haired man's shoulders were hunched over slightly, the signs of his emotional turmoil spilling out into his posture and general appearance. If Sabastian could see him now... he would be very worried. His gaze turned to Cora as he felt her lift his hand to her face, the man caressing her cheek as soon as he was placed there.

"I still want to find him, but I'm not going to lie-it will be nice to have a minute alone with you."

That brought a soft smile to his lips, his steely eyes looking at her with obvious affection. How lovely she was, even when she was tired to the bone. Though he wanted to scratch that lustful itch within himself, he found himself wishing he could cuddle her a bit. After a moment's pause, he decided that he was going to do the next best thing and hold her.

With his other arm, he put it around her waist and pulled her close against himself, using the hand on her cheek to pull her face against his chest. To simply feel her against him was something he would never grow tired of, the seemingly simple gesture replenishing his will and his morale.

"I never realized how much one could miss a person, even if they were close by. I miss... intimacy. Now that you've given me a taste of it, I'm finding that it gets harder and harder to go without it." The man closed his eyes and rested his head gently on hers, his voice quiet but heartfelt.

 

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"Hm. Is that so?"

His eyes never left her face, staring at her with that calm and unnerving authority. Only when he bent forward to whisper against her ear, did they finally let her break her gaze away.

"Quinton will be able to pick up the slack. He is... let us say, behaving himself, at the moment."

His hand moved from her chin, softly caressing her neck as it made a slow trail to the back, and then down her shoulder, rubbing against the soft cloth. As he moved his fingers in and towards the small of her back, gently pushing so that her torso and breasts would be pushed up towards him, he brought his lips down just under her chin and kissed the crook of her neck.

"You smell absolutely divine little bird."
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She had missed it too, and as he held her, she wrapped her arms around his waist and let out a sigh of contentment, breathing in his comforting scent and simply enjoying the feeling of having his chest against once more. Even though they had been sleeping together the past few nights, she never got tired of feeling him close to her, and especially now that they were a bit unrestrained.

"I know what you mean. I've had a few boyfriends, and I know I must sound like a broken record by now, but it was never like this" she murmured, turning to kiss his skin through the soft cotton of his shirt.

"I never felt this comfortable or sated with them. It was just more...I don't know. Like a craving? Except that after you eat your dessert, you realize it really wasn't that great, and you just wanted something for your sweet tooth" she giggled, pulling back to give him an affectionate smile.

 

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Sayori opened her mouth to reply that yes, she really would prefer that, but the way he simply stared at her seemed to steal her voice, as though her tongue was intimidated into being silent. The woman stiffened when he leaned forward, his hot breath causing her short hair to tickle her ear as he “assured” her that Quint was up to the task. That wasn’t the point though; it wasn’t like Quint would be allowed to hang out in her room and keep her company.

He moved slowly, almost as though he didn’t want to spook her. Perhaps it was more fun to watch her if she was still trying to resist the fear and the urge to run away, especially when that hand of his moved down her body almost seductively.

With his hand pulling her toward him, her soft breasts pressed against him slightly, though Sayori tried to prevent herself from being pressed further. Her hands went to his chest in an effort to not simply be manipulated completely by him. Though, she knew that really he had the strength to do whatever he wanted regardless of her resistance. Even so, she wasn’t going to stop resisting in her own little way. Had her hands not been placed upon him, she likely would have lost her balance and rested her full weight against him.

“I don’t smell any differently than usual! It-it is probably just the lingering smell of the dessert I was given.” Sayori answered in a small voice, feeling a bit flustered from his statement as well as the lingering feeling of his lips on her skin. In actuality, she hadn’t had a shower in a couple days, so she couldn’t imagine that there was anything too pleasant about her scent. Oh how she missed the days of bubble baths and face masks, the little lady having taken such good care of her skin before everything went down.

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He had a satisfied smile on his face as she talked about how he was different than the rest, the man seeming to stand a little straighter as well like a rooster who had been told that his tail was the most handsome on the farm. It almost seemed as though his chest puffed almost imperceptibly as well. “I never don’t want to hear you say that I’m special. No matter how many times you say it, it will never lose its shine to me.”

“Besides...” he reached down and tucked her hair behind her ear before leaning down and whispering, “I always aim to satisfy.” Quickly turning his face, he kissed her cheek quickly and straightened up with a playful smirk, his slightly tired grey eyes having gotten a bit of their shine back.

“In all seriousness, any praise from you goes straight to my head, so you may want to be careful about that.” Cora was given a little wink, his fingers on her back inching their way under her shirt simply to feel the heat of her skin.

 

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His lips twisted up into a smile against her skin, her quickened pulse being felt quite easily as it raced through her veins. He quite enjoyed how flustered she became, and so easily, even his mere gaze bringing fear to the little women's eyes. He wondered, however, how she might act were she to be...influenced, by something a bit more.

Pulling her up towards him with a bit more pressure, enjoying the feeling of those swollen little breasts pressing into his chest, he gave her one last kiss to her soft skin before pulling back. He still had that smile on his face, but he let her gaze rest as he looked down, reaching into his pocket to pull out an unmarked bottle. From it, he shook out a few pills into his hand, keeping about three of them in his palm before putting the excess back.

"Take these, and then finish your meal."

He took her small hand, turning her palm up, and let the pills drop into it.
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She noticed the way he seemed to puff up, and she would have bet that if he could have, he might have even done a little strut for her. She found it all to be very funny, but also very adorable, and it put a big smile on her face that was only softened slightly as he whispered near her ear. Her pulse raced for a moment, even that small bit of intimacy making her crave more. Oh if only they had a bit of time for themselves.

Cora had her own little list of things she was going to do once they found him, and it wasn't that far off from Damien's. The only difference was that, after greeting their grumpy little companion, she was going to smack him upside the head for scaring them so badly. And then, she was going to drag Damien off and completely jump his bones. He had been taking the lead in their little sessions for quite some time, but a few days of being deprived of his attentive tongue and hands was making her absolutely mad with need for his touch. As soon as she got the chance, she wanted to be the one on top for a change, and she didn't have any doubts that her steely eyed lover would argue with what she had planned.

"In all seriousness, any praise from you goes straight to my head, so you may want to be careful about that."

She giggled, her own hands going to his waist to gently knead him before she let her own fingers playfully dance under his shirt as well.

"Oh yea? So you're saying that if I say that you are the most hansom man I have ever laid eyes upon, that you might start preening in front of a mirror more often? Or if I say something like..."

She stood up on her toes a bit, getting her soft lips right near his ear so that she could whisper against his skin with a warm breath.

"Every time you look at me, my heart feels like it's going to jump out of my chest, and every time you touch me, I get so wet that I have to go change into a new pair of underwear..."

She leaned back down, a little mischievous look in her eyes as she watched the expression on his face.

"You might be tempted to drag me off to some dark corner and show me how talented you really are?"

Her hazel eyes were a bit darker in the setting sun, but they still met his own dark pools with playfulness and hunger, curious of how he was going to react to that.

 

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Her delicate arms stood no chance against the insistent pull of his hand, and she found her chest smooshed against him, his mouth once again lighting briefly upon her before he had the mercy to pull back and let her go. It seemed very wrong to have a man she knew to be an insane murderer touch her in ways that seemed so gentle. It almost gave her flashbacks of the way Niles treated her, and she couldn’t help but feel that each soft caress was trying to lower her guard so they could sink their teeth into her once more. They liked the taste of blood and the screams that came with it; everything before was just playing with their food.

She watched as he took the bottle out, her curiosity piqued as he selected 3 pills from the cluster and deposited them into her hand. What he had said had been a direct command, so she assumed asking what the pills were for would be a bad idea, at least doing so before she took them.

Sayori wasn’t accustomed to taking so many pills by spit alone, so she took a mouthful of rice, chewed it up, then tossed the pills in her mouth and swallowed them together. Once that was done, she picked up the container of food and asked, “why were there so many pills?” Before taking another bite of her food. They hadn’t hurt her lately, so it wasn’t as though she was in pain, so she supposed they could be vitamins. It briefly crossed her mind that he could have drugged her, but she dismissed it on the grounds that he didn’t need to drug her to do unsavory things to her.

The woman continued to eat, eating dutifully and quickly unlike when she had been leisurely enjoying herself with Francisco. Soon, she was done with her meal, setting the container aside and wiping her lips with a paper towel. Her cheeks had begun to flush slightly, the woman starting to feel just a little bit funny. It felt like her mood was starting to lift, feeling more positive than she had in a while. At the same time, perhaps it was almost because things didn’t seem quite... real. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but things almost felt a bit dreamy. In addition to all of this, her body felt a bit warm, the woman feeling like she wanted nothing more than to spread out on a soft bed and simply run her fingers all over her own soft skin.

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Over the course of her little speech, his expression had changed from playful, to almost arrogantly smug, to a dark look of sexual desire. God how he wanted to hear the way she would make those sexy little mewls for him, as though she was overcome by blissful pleasure and an unquenchable need for more.

Damien's eyes burned into hers for a moment, the man sorely tempted as she had suggested. His blood pumped a bit faster and he could feel his cock responding to her playfulness. He wanted nothing more than to whisk her away to show her just how much her words "puffed him up."

"I think you know how talented I really am." His steely eyes slowly scanned the area, then walked them back a few steps until his back touched one of the buildings, the man pulling her around so that he could press her against the cool concrete. His arms then snaked around her hips, pulling her against him as he loomed over her and said in a silky voice. "I think... if you were to say something so tempting, I might not be able to resist pulling you into a restroom and pushing you into a stall, at which point I would make sure that your jeans and soaked panties ended up around your ankles."

His eyes became more hungry, the man pressing into her a little bit more as though he was barely holding it together. "I think you would find something large, hot, and thick finding its way between your legs, and as much as I tried to pull away, I think I would find myself going deeper and deeper inside you." Damien's mouth found the bottom of her neck and he sucked on it gently. He knew he should probably stop, straighten up, and take her to the cafeteria, but he found himself lacking the will to do so.

The best he could do was lift his lips and murmur, "if you don't stop me, Cora, I think I might get carried away." He licked the skin of her neck up to her ear. "I want you."