@powergrabbed
location: oisin's secret sex torture dungeon
inspo: *grabbity grab* i swear i can be serious lmao
triggers: kidnapping
several days had passed since malik woke up in a dim-lit room with a heavy metal chain around his neck, cuffs with little hoops clasped around his ankles & no clue how he got there. what he remembered after the initial throbbing headache subsided was ... the road. he remembered the last conversation he had; with his father. it was been a futile discussion, because his father's opinion on the matter had long-since been made. malik may not be the oldest prince, but his heart was still not meant to be his own to give away.
safe to say, the soft-spoken romantic had disagreed. again. but with a suitor's name thrown in the fray, malik had felt cornered, the pressure becoming unbearable & so he packed essentials ( & more ) to sneak out of the castle in the safety of the night. by the time the sun kissed the horizon good morning, he passed the kingdom's borders. he didn't want to leave, but he'd seen no other option at the time - no way out, no light at the end of the tunnel.
horse neighing as he slowed the steed for a barricade in the dirt road down to a halt, his robes flowing elegantly & chains rustling comfortably as he leaped off the horse to observe the issue. someone had felled a tree to block the road. it was fresh, he could smell the scent of wood in the air. what happened after that? he didn't know. that was as far as his memories would let him go. the next thing, he woke up in this strange place.
he could move around for as long as the chain's range would let him, which ... well, was enough to explore the enclosure, but that didn't help. the door wouldn't budge, the lock on the outside unreachable, calling out for help had bore no results & pacing frantically had brought him nothing but his nerves running amuck. his armor had been taken, but he was left in his trousers, which looked worse for wear, finest silks tattered & torn - a sad sight, really.
lips chaffed & dry, his head was swimming & his stomach churning, fingers pushed in-between his throat & the collar in an attempt to keep it from grinding against previously unblemished skin. when rustling on the door broke the everlasting silence, he pushed himself up to sit on the makeshift bed on the other side of the room, pale blue eyes observing the door with tight grip winding around his heart & squeezing.
a pair of men he'd never seen before stepped inside, their faces ...held nothing for him to go on, not even when they surrounded him, pulling on the chain & maneuvering him into ...a chair of sorts he'd been trying his damndest to ignore. feet chained in place, arms fastened to the arm rests... no amount of fight his tired body could put up was enough to stop this, no pleading loud enough to stop them, no whispered prayers enough to reach the outside.