#mischievousconviction

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"What have they done to you?" Either Khalil or Adrian to Bezi.

He could barely even whimper, and when he felt a presence draw near he cowered away; it had to be more pain, right? Ever since he’d been dragged here, it had been one pain after another. He groaned and tried to shrink beneath cover that wasn’t there; even if his chains allowed much movement, there was nothing in his stark white cell save himself and the bonds.     He blinked blearily, trying to see through the grey haze glazing his eyes. It was little use; he wouldn’t be able to see well til he could get the silver out of his system.      “Go away,” he rasped out through a throat scratched raw by screams and feeding tubes. Maybe it was a good thing that he couldn’t see or smell very well; he wouldn’t like for Khalil to see him in this shape.      He shook a little, wrists and ankles and feet all very raw. His wrists and ankles from struggling to get free. His feet from being forced to run til he couldn’t move. His knees were scraped up, too, and his elbows. Endurance tests, tests of his strength, all kinds of exhausting and painful things. They’d even dabbled in how well he could handle poison.     All of his fangs had been removed, and the points on the rest of his teeth were filed down. 

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batteredmettle There's a touch to Adrian's shoulder, that can be more sensed than felt. She isn't even very sure he can see her, but for the sake of her son she has to try.      "Adrian." Kiria's voice was faint, as if said from a great distance away.

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batteredmettle Hels slipped silently into the house, much as he'd taken to doing lately. He didn't realize it, but he'd come to... nearly crave Adrian's company; it was so different from anything he'd experienced in the last 300 years.      But Adrian wasn't here. By the smell of it, only Jon was. And... a baby?      The shifter hesitated--he usually tried to avoid Jon, but something felt off.      "... Jon?"

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"Did I say you could talk yet? One more word, and I'll gag you." The older vampire glowered down at Hels, his arms folded over his chest as he called over his shoulder to Khalil, who looked very uncomfortable with the situation. "Bring me the pliers, boy. We'll have a little fun with him before we make him talk."

The shifter bared his fangs, bracing himself as he fought back his rage. He was pissed, and with the voices howling in his ears, he could barely even hear what the vampire was saying.      Growling wordlessly, the only vaguely coherent thought that he could make for himself was Adrian, and that stupid Styx promise. He had to watch himself: he didn’t want to fuck things up for the human.     His eyes could barely even focus, scanning back and forth and only dimly recognizing the man that had come to his door, which secured a low snarl.

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batteredmettle The giant woke from a dead sleep as he smelled something foul.      His lip curled and he covered his nose, readying his free hand for a weapon.      "Something's coming."

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batteredmettle Seeing Adrian asleep when he finally climbed out of the shower--some forty five minutes after he first stepped into it--Helstron left him to sleep there and went to the kitchen.      He pulled out a pan, a bowl to mix materials in, a bag of fine sugar, syrup, bread, eggs, milk, butter, cinnamon and... a bottle of rum.      Quickly setting to work, he mixed the eggs and milk and a couple splashes of rum in the bowl, then he set out plates and utensils. Dipping the bread liberally in the mix, he dusted it with cinnamon as it cooked.      Predictably, Therogulus trotted in before too long to observe, although at least he helped by grabbing what Helstron needed for the sausages.

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batteredmettle Hels hadn't realized he had fallen asleep, but judging by how his face and body felt... He'd fallen asleep crying.      He groaned, wiping his eyes and shifting, only to make a noise as he realized he wasn't alone in the bed. Oh, right- Adrian. But more than that... Silence. The voices hadn't returned to him yet, and he wanted to cry with relief. Thank the gods.      "Adrian." His voice was gentle as he carefully put a hand on the male's shoulder, unsure if he was asleep thanks to the voices. Hels knew how hard they made it to sleep.

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He couldn't remember the last time Pryam had hit him this hard--      Bezi fell to the ground, dazed, but the weredog was right on top of him, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and giving him a good wallop to the face, then another. Then Pryam grabbed his throat in both hands, squeezing with such force that Bezi--even seeing stars--got worried.     Trying to dislodge Pryam just made it worse. The pressure on his throat cut off his air and even though he could survive without, it still caused him to panic. When he tried to push Pryam away, the weredog struck him in the fact again. This time he felt an eye socket crack.      Looking up into the eyes of his husband, Bezi nearly didn't recognize the other. Why was he so angry--      Bezi tried to say something--plea for mercy--but the grip on his throat was so tight--      Tears were streaming down his cheeks and he squirmed, but Pryam kneed him so hard he almost wanted to throw up.      Please! Vision going black around the edges, Bezi gripped at Pryam's wrists but the weredog just snarled.