I Am The Truth II

Chapter XXX: A Chapter In History Now

He had been in here for four days. Judging by the frequent relocations, there was no doubt Kiyoshi was already after them. But strangely enough, Lucan had been treated moderately well. Though he was always locked away in some room, he was at least given some freedom to walk and use his hands, though they remained cuffed together in front of him. In fact, his captors had gone out of their way to make sure he remained in good condition.

And on this 'fine' day, they had found him sitting against the wall in the far corner of the empty room. His head was leaning back against the wall until the door opened. Two Legionnaires and a Necromancer proceeded through. Lucan was handed a water bottle without question.

"Why?" Lucan had asked. "What kind of favor are you doing?"

"After the shit you've been through, I think some compensation is in order," One of the Legionnaires said. "Humans look out for other humans."

"So if Abbigail Finch was in danger, you'd probably go out of your way to save her, huh?" Lucan remarked sarcastically.  

"He exaggerates," The one Necromancer in the group said. "You're just here so that when all is said and done, you'll be let go with a vivid account of what exactly happened here."

"Nothing happened yet."

"Yet," The Necromancer repeated.

At that moment, a young Voltaris adult was dragged into the room. She was beaten to near physical submission, her legs unresponsive. Eryn was dropped to her knees not too far from Lucan before two burly Legionnaires proceeded to maul her savagely. She cried out in pain as they continued to pound her with balled fists, especially targeting her bosom.

Lucan winced, shocked into silence. The two strongmen stepped aside, leaving the Voltaris to crumble to the floor. Despite everything, her arms were still supporting part of her off the ground. Her shirt had been torn up to the point where it could easily just fall off. And there underneath were multiple bruises, the very sight so horrible that Lucan inhaled sharply.

"We've been hard at work these days," The Necromancer said. "To relieve stress, we sometimes resort to punching the life out of her. A shame really, 'cause I was told she was kinda hot even by human standards when the Legion found her."

"Girls have some defining features," Lucan muttered. "What does this have anything to do with me?"

"Trust me when I say your race is the only thing keeping us from turning you into the thing she's become," The Necromancer said dangerously. "If you hold still, you'll be set free in no time."

"I have no guarantee."

"I guarantee that," The Necromancer said tartly, leaving the room with the others and locking the door behind him. 

Lucan was left alone with a beaten Eryn on her knees. She looked at him after a few minutes. Surprisingly, there was something of a mildly humorous expression on her face, despite the immense pain building up all over her.

"Defining features?" She weakly murmured, emitting a pained giggle that turned almost immediately into a wheezing cough. 

"I had to say something, alright?" Lucan snapped. 

"... what would you know about a girl's defining features, let alone an Ardoni's?" Eryn continued, rubbing her bruised chest with one of her hands.

Even in the modern world, humans and Felinas were the only species that had a very strong sense of modesty with regards to female attire. It had long since become a subject of mockery for other races.

"I don't know anything, and I don't give a damn," Lucan replied. "Now please change the subject."

Eryn nodded silently. Her expression was still cold, but  she was in no position to be her usual half-sadistic self in this state.