Ascending Light

Bound

He woke in the same room as earlier more sore then he was when he'd left the cell. He sat up with a wince and looked around. There was a long wooden object laying at the foot of the bed with dried blood on it. His own blood. So this was the object that Zacesi had been using on him. He turned away from it and looked around the room. Nothing had changed but for the object and Crysen saw that there were ropes tied to the bed, presumably for binding him.

He had to get out of here before Zacesi came back. Why the fae had waited so long to take him, Crysen didn't know but he wasn't willing to push his luck. He carefully stood and looked around the room for something to wear. Finally, in a drawer, he found a black shirt and matching shorts which came to right above his knees. He put them on and looked back at the bed. Now that he was actually thinking about it, he could sort of remember what had happened whenever he was taken here.

Zacesi had been angry and had bound him facing the wall and whipped him a few times, then tied him to the bed, gagging him, while apologizing for being rude. After this apology, he lectured Crysen for how impolite he'd been over the matter of Kayleen. It simply wasn't nice to favor another fairy over one's own mate. He then said he was leaving Crysen to think about his actions while he discussed things with Kayleen himself. How long Crysen was left alone he measured in how numb and achy his arms and shoulders became from being tied up.

It felt like forever had passed before Zacesi came back. But when he did, Crysen had wished him gone again. He refused to think of the next hour's more intimate level of torture. It had been painful and degrading to endure. He'd passed out at the end and Zacesi had left again for the night to attend another meeting. Again Zacesi had left him bloody but unbound, which puzzled him but also relieved him. Zacesi seemed a little reluctant, if he really contemplated the matter. However, there was no understanding a madman.

He thought of what to do next and decided to go and find Kayleen. They needed to discuss their escape and Crysen needed to be out of this hateful room. He knew he had a limited amount of time, but Zacesi had informed him that he wouldn't return until morning. In fact, that was why Crysen was no longer tied to the bed, Zacesi's own idea of mercy. He unlocked the door and slipped out before locking it back behind him.

The trip around the dungeons looking for Kayleen took longer than he expected. He finally found him slumped in the floor, bloody but still breathing. There were others here that seem thoroughly shocked to see him when he entered and locked the door behind him.

"Well I've never seen someone lock themselves in before. Look and that Syht." The speaker was a blue-haired water fae with a scar across his left eye, which was as blue as his hair.

He was looking at another fae, a female storm fae with long braids of white and grey. Her dove grey eyes stood out as she stared at him oddly. "I admit, Demaosi, this takes me by surprise," she said to the male fae. "How long have you been able to go in and out like that," she asked Crysen.

Crysen cradled Kayleen's head in his lap and shrugged. "A day or so."

There was one other fae in the cell and she had purple hair with one green eye and one red eye. Crysen glanced at her in passing and the looked back down at Kayleen. "What did they do to him?"

Demaosi was the one that answered. "Zacesi tortured him because you protected him. I gather your Crysen then?"

Crysne gave a nod and sighed. "Of course he tortured him. Why wouldn't he?" Crysen settled in and stoked his fingers through Kayleen's hair while he looked out the tiny barred window which still show the darkness of night. He began to hum and then softly sing, though he couldn't say what exactly. He thought of his father and home until he heard a groan from Kayleen and looked down.