One By One

Chapter 4: Franklin

Benjamin was, quite frankly, a mess. He'd been captured before, but he'd never been separated from the other Fathers like this. He felt like it had been a very, very long time before anyone came to see him. And it was Benedict. He disliked both Cornwallis and Arnold, but he'd been hoping for Cornwallis.

Once the cell door was open, Benedict strode in with his hands folded behind his back, looking confident and...happy? Content? Pleased? It was a scary look on his face.

Benjamin stood his ground, though he could almost feel his lower lip trembling. He wasn't made for these kinds of situations, wasn't made to stare his enemy in the eye and know that something truly terrible was going to happen to him.

"Benjamin, so good to see you." Benedict said with a smile.
He closed the cell door behind him.
He was all alone. For some reason, Benjamin had expected British soldiers to be with him. But, then again, maybe Arnold didn't need the threat of extra force. Benedict Arnold was scary enough on his own, and he probably knew that about himself.
Even Cornwallis feared him. And honestly, Benjamin couldn't blame him. Who would want to work with this man throughout an entire war?

"Can't say the same about seeing you." Benjamin said back, proud of himself for the retort.

Benedict shrugged. Strangely, Arnold wasn't in his usual General outfit, just a long black shirt with white stripes and black pants. He walked up to Benjamin and proceeded to eye him up and down. "Now, Benji, tell me something real quick."

"If you want the plans to west point, I'm not giving it to you!" Benjamin knew if that was what Benedict wanted, he eventually would, be it from torture or manipulation.

Benedict laughed. "No, that's not what I want. Not yet anyway. I want something quite... different."

"Which is...?" Benjamin prompted.

"Well, I've broken three of the Fathers." Benedict told him, and Benjamin took a horrified step back. "And I want to add you to that list."

"H-how?" Benjamin's mouth felt dry.
He was surprised that the word even came out.

Benedict came close and began playing with a lock of Benjamin's hair. Benjamin very much didn't like that. He wasn't intimidated by Benedict's size, but everything about his demeanor was off-putting and frightening.

"James went first, then Thomas, and John. You see, I'm doing something a little different for everybody. Some needed brute force, but you, I don't think you will."

Benjamin swallowed. "Brute force for what?"

"I'm going to take you, Benjamin. I'm gonna rock my hips against your soft, puckered ass against the wall of this cell with you begging me to stop."

"No." Benjamin hadn't used any vulgar language, but it was easy to divine his meaning. Franklin tried to back away, but Benedict took ahold of his wrist. Benjamin didn't go any further.
Afraid that he would snap it.

"Now, don't make me bring some of my men in here. Certainly you wouldn't want them to see what's about to happen."

Benjamin tightened his jaw and shook his head. No, he very much didn't want that. He would cooperate with Benedict, if it meant getting this over with faster.