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5

Warning: This fic contains vore, slash, emotional distress, physical injury, mentions of rape, lots and lots of crying, and is generally for a mature audience. Read at your own discretion.

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5

He waited.

"What do you want with me? W-Where am I?"

"Good evening, Mr. L."

"N-No, that's not-"

Screaming.

"Cooperate, and save yourself the pain, Mr. L."

"H-How do you know my name?"

"I told you already. We found you unconscious in the castle and brought you here to recover. The only reason you are locked up is for our own safety."

"Oh, y-yeah... Are you sure? T-That doesn't seem quite right..."

The man's doubts were extinguished by a blaze of pain.

"Let's try again. Who are you?"

"M-Mr. L..."

"That's right. And how did you get here?"

"I... Y-You s-s-saved me."

"Good. Count Bleck will be pleased with your progress. It's not very easy to recover from amnesia, you know."

"C-Can I come out now?"

"Mmm... We'll see."

The door closed.

"...P-Please don't leave me alone in here..."

He watched, and he smiled.

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The jester's only movement was the soft rising and falling of his chest. More than five minutes had passed, though Luigi had no way of knowing that. Why on earth had he just collapsed like that?

There was a quiet groan, signifying Dimentio's return to consciousness. He raised his head and put his hand on his forehead, as if it ached. He sat up a little straighter, but still looked very weary.

"W-What's wrong with you?" Luigi asked, staring at him.

Dimentio gave a little start, as if he'd forgotten he was there. "...What?"

"You fainted..." Luigi supplied, forehead creased in thought.

"Oh, so I did..." Dimentio said, a touch dreamily. With slow, careful movements, he stood and left the room.

Luigi noticed that his balance appeared to be shot. He watched the door close and returned to staring at the ceiling. Something was wrong with his captor. He could use that. However, if something happened to Dimentio, it would mean bad things for him. He wasn't capable of caring for himself right now.

He tried to move his fingers again. Maybe they twitched. He felt a bit better now after the broth. That was good... Oh, who was he kidding? He was still trapped, still incapable of fight or flight, still at the mercy of his worst nightmare. Even if he could get past Dimentio, there was no escape from this dimension. He tried not to cry as he mulled over the fact that Dimentio still had full control over his life.

He puzzled over the reasons Dimentio had changed his plans. He puzzled over possible explanations for Dimentio's apparent illness. He puzzled over the gentleness of his ministrations. Even when he was being tortured, it hadn't really hurt, not until the end. He suppressed a shudder. He could think all he wanted, but he was never going to be able to answer any of these questions. He was sorely in need of something to occupy him. It was unfortunate he was alone.