An Unexpected Love

52. Desperate Screams

((-w- you already know shits about to go down. Dont lie, you knew))

    Esprit thrashed and attempted to scream. Someone, anyone, help! He was slammed onto the floor and pinned down, "Listen you little mutt, you're gonna be obedient and listen, or else.... Well, you'd hate if something happened to your little boyfriend now, wouldn't you?" Boyfriend...? Do they mean Jasper!? He can't risk them hurting Jasper!

   Esprit froze, he sat still obediently, sobbing. He was pulled back to his feet and led to a small room. Cassé lit the candles and the room illuminated.

A torture chamber....

  Esprit gulped, anxiety filling his heart. His father leaned against a wall, his limp ear twitching. "Listen, either, you're gonna tell us all you know about what's going on in the castle. Or we force it out of you, got it?" Cassé explained, his voice cold and demanding. Esprit nodded as Cassé pushed himself off the wall. "Tie 'em down." Cassé ordered of the two routes behind Esprit before a clothes was tied tightly around the young wolf.

   Next thing he knew Esprit was tied down in a chair, he felt the heat of a candle near his face. His ears twitched uncomfortably and a see ring of fire lit on his fur, but was quickly extinguished. He felt whimpers grow in his throat, "Alright, first question. Name of the former queen?" "E-Encore." ((No that's not autocorrect, he replied with Encore so they wouldn't hurt Encre)), "Oh really? Then why is your tail curled up, your tail always curls when your lying." Cassé pointed out, 'Shit he remembered...'

   "Whats his name, Esprit?" Cassé asked again, his voice dark and demanding, "Its Encore, I swear!" Esprit defended, "LIAR!" Esprit felt fear full his bones as he was untied and violently yanked out of the chair. He felt a cold hand grab his jaw roughly, "Looks like you wanna do this the hard way." Cassé growled.

   Esprit's hands were put in wooden shackles behind his back. What are they doing. He felt his arms started to be pulled up, his ears flattened. Whats this gonna do? Whats it doing!?

   His arms were pulled up beyond where the should be, slowly and painfully. He screamed as his arms were close to being forced out of socket, "Its Encre! His names Encre!" He blurred, but it was too late. His arms were already dislocated.

    Fourrure under his bindings and the boy dropped to the ground, a sobbing mess. It hurt... So... Much.

   He passed out soon after. Cassé huffed, "Take him back his cell, well continue when he wakes up." Fourrure and Voulvior nodded and rushed off with Esprit, throwing him carelessly back into his cell.

   But back with Jasper, things weren't much better. He was laying on his bed, holding about old plush that Esprit had made him when they were kids. No one knew he still had it, but he did. And it meant everything to him. Suave opened the door and peered in, "M'lord? Are you doing okay? You haven't left your room in days..." Suave whimpered, Jasper grunted, "How many times have i told to call me 'Jasper'?"
"Sorry, Jasper. But, are you alright?"
"Im fine."
"You miss him, don't you?"

Jasper froze, years flopping his eyes, "I-I.... He's like a brother! What if they hurt him!? Its my job to protect him! I failed as king already..." Jasper broke down sobbing, he just wanted his best friend home safe and sound. "No, Jasper. Its Esprit's job to protect you, and he did. You didn't fail, the only way you could fail is if you give up on searching for him. And you won't, I know you. Now, let's gather some of the wolves and go search."

   But they couldn't find him, they kept searching, hours, days at a time. No sign of him. God, where could he be!?

   Soon one month had passed, Esprit was broken. He sat in his cell. Voulvior came in, "Up, lovely. We have some more questions for you~" Esprit didn't move. He was picked up quickly and carried back to the torture chamber. Not like he could protest though, he had no arms, they were still dislocated and unusable. He was trapped, helpless. A skele-wolf can't run fast unless on all fours, at least with the way Esprit's been trained. He was tied up, hanging from the ceiling. It hurt so much, he couldn't stop crying as his upper arms carved against his ribs. The pain was endless.

   Another torturess hour of pure hell passed by and he was carelessly thrown into his room. Trapped. Someone, please! Anyone! Help me!

((I'm soooo sorry for the lack of updates! I'll be sure to get another chapter out by this weekend (i have it all planned out so yeah!) Okay, Nastya out!))