#powergrabbed

[ansegar]

INT.    A TAVERN JUST OUTSIDE THE KINGDOM.    AFTERNOON.

ansegar listened intently as the bar keep explained to him the drink that he was holding in his hand.           because since the moment he came down from the wall, he has received all the different kind of looks, greetings, and treatment from all the different people. he was either asked questions, or was openly criticized. given stares that ranged from wonder to fear. some disdain. but never was given a drink ... for simply being a wolf from the wall.

so, after finding out who did it, ansegar simply thanked the bar keep and stood up ... only to make a bee line to where the other man was sitting, and occupying the nearest seat he could find. he gave them a smile. he still has not touched the drink.    "   i would say thank you. but a hard lesson in grained in me since i was a child is to never accept anything from a stranger ... especially a man who's trying to hide their colors in the dark.   "    he says, pointing at the unmistakable silk robes under his dark cloak.    "   should i know who you are, stranger?   "

closed starter for @powergrabbed.

[kingdomfled]

@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.

he'd  been  here  for  days.

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.

then  they,  too,  left.