We're Not Evil, Just Betrayed

Chapter Nineteen, Trials

[Author's Note] : GAHHHH !!!!! It took so long for me to write this ! I'm sorry !!!! I suddenly had no idea what to write, and I kept rewriting it ! And I had to focus on end of year exams and piano recitals too ! Sad of me to have to riddle out excuses, but at least you have a proper reason why I wasn't updating !

[Re:A.N] : And then months later, I still have no clue on what to write. Ngahhhh. MORE EXAMSSS

      "Hey, sweetheart, you awake there ?" The voice snapped Sky back to reality, blinking as if he had just been in a trance. He probably had been. 'Sweetheart ?' The collective laughter than followed shielded his slightly bitter tone and he cracked a small smile. "Here I was thinking you were just about to slam face first into your porridge there" Seto commented. He rolled his eyes. 'Is this what this pile of horse semen is called ?' He raised a spoonful of a thick, slightly yellow muck, letting it splatter into his own bowl for added effect. "That's an appealing image" Preston grumbled, the patrons of the table shoving away the remains of their bowl, though Ssunde was too busy shaking to even pay attention to most of the conversation.

     'Your welcome' Sky muttered into the link, the others giving a questionable look but they didn't press. Maybe they just didn't notice. A familiar whine caught his attention, and he turned to just barely see the familiar black furred bacca stagger in, supporting Bajan. They were still wet from the shower and both seemed worse than they originally were. A flash of guilt coursed through him when Asf avoided eye contact, walking through.

     "You did that ?" Ssunde spoke up for once, casting a nervous look at Sky, who only sighed. 'Maybe I did, maybe I didn't' he didn't give a direct answer. He could barely remember anything from last night. He could only remember what he had tried so hard to forget, and...hurting them. Ssunde showed no movement to press, his attention caught on something more attractive. He was about to ask, when someone was shoved aside and a familiar violet sat himself down between Ssunde and Seto, the bowl of cum spilling on the metal tray.

     Enderlox was there, aggressive as always and even more so today. There was a muzzle on his face, a pinnacle of humiliation, and had even gone as far to secure a metal electric collar on his neck, more for show than usage. There was a leash, but it looked like someone had eaten it. Or ripped a part of it off. His shirt was gone as usual, and his wings looked oddly out of shape. There were a lot of what looked like whip marks. If Sky didn't know any better he would've thought...

     "Jesus, you look like you came out of a BDSM showcase" Preston muttered, earning a sharp growl, but the teasing didn't relent. "What ? Did they ride you until the sun came up ? Or did they force you into submission, dragon ?" Ant grinned, earning a very deathly glare.

     'Give him a break, he was just in the solitary cell' Sky tried to break the circle of taunts. "Funny, considering you were the one who put him in there in the first place" Ant commented, making Sky silent. Now everyone had begun to catch on him a little. He was acting strangely submissive for someone who had pummeled in their previous leader, and attacked ASF.

     "Everyone shut the fuck up" Enderlox snarled before anyone could say anything. "I've got a headache and if I hear another word about me getting fucked, I'm going to pin you down and do exactly that" Sky didn't take him as someone who swung that way. A bit of his thoughts must have reached the dragon because he received a very serious look.

     'Okay, what's your new Intel ?' Seto asked, the conversation moving telepathic. 'And what exactly happened to you in there ?' Preston chimed. Enderlox offered no answer but a growl to the second question. 'There's a new shipment of recruits coming very soon. Heard this from one of the Guards, but there's about fifty of them total, all little submissive minions under an asshole called Oswald' he informed, scraping his spoon against the white mess.

     'So, leader' Sky blinked, turning his attention upwards and suddenly found the entire table of demons staring at him. 'What do we do ?' Enderlox was still very sore from the fight, and apparently not relenting either, channeling his annoyance and frustration towards anyone he could. And unfortunately, right now, it was Sky. 'What do you mean ?' He asked, growing nervous. 'Aw, look at him. He's shy' Ants voice taunted him, a smug smirk in his tone. 'Shut up, you imbeciles' the dragon cast a gaze over to Sky. 'Tonight is our chance. We have fifty fresh soldiers if we do this right, and if not, our prison will get enforced and it'll be harder on us to escape, and no doubt some of us are going to get our arses whipped if you don't give a viable plan' he stated, before a taunting grin spread across his face, his voice loud and clear. "So tell us, what is our plan ?"

     Sky suddenly felt an immense pressure as every single inmate in the prison connected into the link, eager to listen to their new plan of escape, completely overwhelming him and Seto from the sudden rush of emotions and voices. He had to block his own link so they couldn't hear him curse or feel the anxiety and pressure coursing through him. Many of the guards turned their way, staring at them, but they couldn't hear a thing. 'Well ? Show us what your years of training has taught you, Sky' Enderlox urged. This was another test. He knew that much. It was just one trial after another, and the final test was coming up soon. Their escape. He wasn't sure how much he could take from this taunting mass of scales.

     But this was bad, bad for his anxiety, for his expectations and his position. He was at the mercy of all of his followers, as ironic as it was. All those eyes on him, attention focused on him, ready to listen to whatever plans he could give. Ready to shoot him down if he so much as stuttered, if he suggested a single thing that showed how tense and how nervous he was. His body tensed and he cast an uneasy glance across the rowdy room, but all he could hear was his heart beat. He was analyzing each individual as if he was making sure they were listening, but in reality he was trying to remember what abilities he had at hand, trying to calm himself. Knowing they were all awaiting his response made him swim with nausea and anxiousness. Then, after his silent scanning, he stared right at the woman leaning against the wall, the girl with a dangerous pink glow in her eyes and he found an inkling of what to do.

     Before Enderlox could chastise him for wasting Seto's energy, he started speaking. And he made sure everyone was listening when he did.

[another Authors note]
SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG !!! I was honestly stuck on this chapter for so long, and I rewrote it so many times. I had absolutely NO clue what to write but i've finally gotten things moving again ! So at least i'll take less time for the next chapter now !