The Aftermath Chapter 3: Cuffs, Blood & Whips
Chapter Summary: Yancy is rescued from Happy trails
Note: Hello everyone. Here’s chapter 3. Sorry, it’s taken me so long to get it finished. I’ve been so busy with work but I have this week off. I can actually update and I was determined to get at least three of my stories before the end of the decade and the end of the year.
This chapter is edited.
WARNING: Mentions of rape, nothing graphic but it is hinted at
Length: 1,716 words (3 pages)
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Date: 29/12/19 – 30/12/19 Time: 11:31 pm – 10:50 pm
“Hello Yancy, have you decided to be a good little pet and do as you’re told?” Murder-Slaughter questioned, grabbing Yancy’s chin forcing the inmate to look up at him through the tears dripping down his face, his sobs were muffled behind the gag. His eyes were hazy from the drugs, despite Yancy having been far more compliant during the last three weeks it was easier to drug him.
He did still sometimes struggle though it appeared to be an involuntary response. They didn’t drug him completely; he wouldn’t be able to function if they did. The drug did was make him weak enough so he couldn’t hurt anyone when he did struggle as he was deceptively strong and could easily throw a person off him if he needed to as some guards had found out early on before the Warden had conditioned him completely to except his position as the Warden and his guards slut.
How Yancy maintained so much control over the inmates despite being known as the Prison Guard slut was anyone guesses but he somehow managed it. Yancy stared up at Murder-Slaughter, terrified, more tears dripping down his face when he nodded. He had desperately wished he had actually gone on parole but he knew he hadn’t. The Warden would never let him go.
They didn’t drug him completely; he wouldn’t be able to function if they did. The drug did was make him weak enough so he couldn’t hurt anyone when he did struggle as he was deceptively strong and could easily throw a person off him if he needed to as some guards had found out early on before the Warden had conditioned him completely to except his position as the Warden and his guards slut.
How Yancy maintained so much control over the inmates despite being known as the Prison Guard slut was anyone guesses but he somehow managed it. Yancy stared up at Murder-Slaughter, terrified, more tears dripping down his face when he nodded. He had desperately wished he had actually gone on parole but he knew he hadn’t. The Warden would never let him go.
“Ah good. I had some visitors today. Dark and Matthew Fischbach. They seemed to know a great deal about the way the inmates were treated, you didn’t tell anyone did you? Don’t think I don’t know about you exchanging mail with someone,” Murder-Slaughter questioned, his grip Yancy’s chin tightening. Yancy stared up at him with wide eyes and started to frantically shake his head.
Murder-Slaughter sighed; it had been worth a try. He knew Yancy would never tell anyone how the inmates were treated, the guards had made sure of that. The guards, nor anyone they asked was able to read the letter’s between Yancy and his pen pale. It seemed like gibberish though a few names were recognisable.
“They brought your wings. They seemed to have a fascination to them. I might contact them and see if they want to have some fun with you as they liked your wings so much,” Murder-Slaughter continued laughing at the look on Yancy’s face. He didn’t know how it was possible for the man to have wings, but it didn’t matter, removing them had been delightful.
He had been so broken and easy to condition after that. It had been delightful. He hadn’t fought back, the nurses had done a wonderful job at ensuring his injuries healed but were still tender enough to be used to their advantage if it was ever needed. Yancy would never better be getting his wings back, even when he did leave.
It didn’t matter that Dark and Matthew had found out how he treated the inmates, it wasn’t like they could do anything to him. He was the most powerful person in the state, he had no idea what had possessed him to let Yancy go in the first place. He did wonder how the man was back in his cell even though Murder-Slaughter was sure he had walked out of the prison.
He would have to find the paperwork after he was done getting answers from Yancy. He had been in here long enough. He could never keep Yancy in solitary for longer than three months otherwise the prisoners would start to get antsy. Yancy was untied and dragged back to his cell.
Yancy was trying desperately to stop his wings from becoming visible again, he knew without a doubt that he had gone on parole. It hadn’t been a dream. He couldn’t help but wonder how he was back here. He knew he had to keep his wings hidden at all costs. He could feel his tattoos tingling and knew it meant Dark and Mark were upset about something.
He knew he wouldn’t have to wait long before the time caught up and someone noticed he was missing. He just had survived until then. He hoped he wouldn’t have to wait too long.
At the Manor –
Bim walked into the kitchen and paused looking around for Yancy wondering where he was. They hadn’t seen him all day. He was usually one of the first of the manor inhabitancies to wake up. The only time he wasn’t the first one up was if Dark had stayed up late doing paperwork and hadn’t been asleep or he was with Eric and he wasn’t allowed to get out of bed.
“Where’s Yancy?” Bim questioned getting Dark, Wilford, Ed, Host, Eric CJ, RJ, King and Ben turned to look at him, blinking like they had suddenly noticed the ex-convict was missing. Host cursed violently, something he never did. King looked like he wanted to get up but found he couldn’t when Host’s inky aura wrapped around him stopping him from going anywhere.
“I…I don’t know, I haven’t seen him all day, Host are you alright, what’s the matter?” King asked, alarmed when Host slumped and his aura wrapped around his chest, arms and legs, pinning him to his chair and tightening. Making it hard to breathe. Host was stared at the table, blood-soaked through his bandages, dripping down his face and into the table.
Host didn’t answer, just continued to stare at the table, unable to say anything as he was dragged further into the vision:
Normally he was at least able to say something, this time was different, however. He couldn’t say or do anything, only being forced to watch the guards beat up Yancy, he was in trouble for breaking a made-up rule.
One guard went to get the Warden as the on-hand nurse drugged Yancy. One of the guards pressed his weight between Yancy’s shoulder making him screaming, the guard suddenly found himself hitting the wall as Yancy struggle, his wings appearing just as the Warden walked in. He stared in shock, how did Yancy have his wings, the Warden knew he had removed them. There was no way he could have gotten them back.
The Warden stalked over to a cupboard in the corner of the room and removed a buzz saw, clamps, leather restraints, a rubber O-ring gag, chains and a collar. Two of the guards pinned the two wings down while the Warden fastened the leather restraints around Yancy’s wrists, ankles, his thighs and his calf’s. The collar was fastened around his neck.
The chains were attached to the cuffs, the gag was shoved in his mouth. The chains dangling from the ceiling were attached to the D-rings on the cuffs, his hands tied together then his legs so he couldn’t kick the Warden or the guards. Chains were attached to the cuffs around his ankles, pulling his legs up so he was forced to balance on his knees.
His wings flapped hard, creating a breeze, even though they were visible they looked strange, the guard's hands went straight through them. Murder-Slaughter glared at Yancy before pushing the button on the remote he was holding. Yancy jerked and screamed, his body stiffening and jerking from the aftershocks. The Warden didn’t care, it was enough to get his wings to become tangible.
The guards grabbed his wings before he could fold them tightly against his back, they jerked and fluttered in his grip. They were much stronger than they had been the last time they had to do this. He was injected with a higher drug dosage making him easier to handle.
Murder-Slaughter grinned as he removed his belt and walked before Yancy and started to whip him with the belt, ensuring he hit the spot where Yancy’s wings attached to his back knowing it was the most sensitive. Yancy shirt and pants were removed, the guards took turns beating him with the belt and using his mouth.
He was so pretty, all tied up. Murder-Slaughter used the buss saw to remove Yancy’s wings, yet again. Once they had been removed, he put oil and salt on the wounds listening to him scream, he looked the wings and left, letting the guards do what they pleased to prison slut. He always felt so good when he was drugged like this.
Host was brought out the vision when he heard whimpering and looked up to see his aura had wrapped around King, Dark, Ben, Wilford, Bim, Ed, CJ, Eric and RJ. They looked scared and a little pale, Host unwrapped his aura from around ‘watching’ as they slumped and took depth breaths. King looked concerned as did Wilford and Dark.
“Yancy’s back in Happy Trails. The Warden’s going to remove his wings,” Host answered, his voice horse, Dark growled, nodding as he stalked out of the room, pulling a shocked Matthew to the manor. He didn’t need to behold what had happened, he somehow guessed and wasn’t pleased. The guards and Murder-Slaughter were horrified when Dark and Matthew appeared.
Murder-Slaughter was thrown against the wall as was the guard using his mouth. Dark’s aura wrapped around Yancy as Matthew dealt with the Warden and his guards, gently removing the gag from his mouth and easily breaking the chains. Dark looked up when he heard a choked scream and a muffled plea for help and saw Matthew had Murder-Slaughter pinned to the cell wall, a murderous look in his eyes.
“Why would I help you, this was your own doing,”
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