Taylen had done what he could to get the male to leave. He'd tried to pull away, but it was no use. He was still tightly bound and any movement was impossible. Breathing was hardly possible. Despite his trying to pull away, the stranger still touched him and he squeezed his eyes closed under the blindfold. He wished he could speak so that he could tell the person to leave him alone because if he didn't, he was going to be the one to pay for it. He already knew that he would be in trouble. His heart lodged itself in his throat when something else, something unfamiliar touched him and he froze as whatever it was moved. After a few paralyzing minutes, whatever it was had disappeared and the hand withdrew and he breathed as deep a breath as he possibly could in relief.
Of course, unbeknownst to either of them, they were being watched. The soft creak of the floorboards followed by the retreat of soft footsteps told him the stranger had left. It was a relief to him that the person hadn't messed with his bindings this time. Perhaps he wouldn't get dragged to the basement again. The duke's magic terrified him. Of course, Taylen knew nothing of the nobleman wanting to help him either. He knew only the pain and suffering that he had been subjected to for months. He wasn't even a shadow of himself anymore. Just a mindless, tortured, obedient slave. He didn't even have a name beyond pet or slave. It was all he knew. His old life had been long forgotten. He couldn't even remember what life was like away from the duke.
He lay there on his stomach for hours, awaiting the end of the party for the duke to come back. He had moved from where the duke had positioned him, so the male would be angry with him, but that was better than the magic. He was sure of it. He would much rather deal with a punishment for moving than having been found. The hours passed slowly as the party dwindled down and it seemed to take forever. The mist in the room remained and he felt the ropes biting into his skin and sensitive parts, and he felt the burning of his lungs due to his restricted breathing. The stranger was gone and he remained hog tied on the floor. Finally, the party seemed to be over and he heard the door open. His own night was about to start.
The blood froze in his veins the instant the glass was shattered. The duke was mad.. and he was about to receive the lashback from the anger. He wouldn't be getting away easy tonight at all. His body trembled from the mist and then he was kicked onto his side. The words chilled him and he wasn't sure at all what the duke was talking about. He was a bit confused when the ropes were untied though. The only things left were the gag and blindfold. Then, in a fraction of a second, his right arm was snatched up and snapped and he screamed into the gag as pain immediately radiated through him. The gag muffled the scream greatly though and he instinctively reached for his right arm with his left. He had no idea what he had done but he was more terrified than the last time. And then it clicked. Somehow the duke knew that the stranger had come back.
He shrank in the place which he stood as the fury rolled off his master and he knew he was in for a very long and torturous night. He flinched as the windows shattered. Fingers tangled in his hair and yanked on his head and then it began. The duke began to viciously violate him, not sparing even a single part of his body. Hands held him with bruising force and he was jerked about. Taylen became nothing but a ragdoll in the duke's hands as he was so carelessly violated. Every bit of it was felt because of the mist, and tears soaked the blindfold and streamed down his face.
He could feel all of it. Every movement tore up his insides till they probably resembled scrambled eggs. Claws dug into his skin and the duke slammed into him with bruising force over and over. Taylen would later wonder how the hell he wasn't killed in the process. His left arm tightly cradled his right since it had been broken and hurt as much as it did. He let the duke do whatever he wanted to him. The harsh treatment forced him into the floor. Shards of glass from the vase and windows buried their way into him from being pushed onto his back. The shards cut into his skin. He felt every single one dig into his back and he trembled harder.
By the time the duke was done with him, he had long since passed out from the volatile treatment. His body was already black and blue and now there would be more bruises on top of bruises. His insides would be a scrambled mess, and if it wasn't for that collar, he would be very dead. Of course, he didn't know that. There were new claw marks and scratches and probably scars. His arm was broken and at an odd angle. If not set correctly, it would heal very wrong. He lay unconscious. Whether the duke tied him up or not would be easy because he wouldn't fight. He wouldn't have fought anyway. He lay in a half dead heap, unconscious on the floor in the mess made between him and the duke.
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A/N: Happy 4th a little bit late everyone! Sorry for the late update, I work in a firework stand lol
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Fiksi Umum***violence, blood, rape, torture warning*** This is a very graphic story. It may cause triggers. please read cautiously and if you need to stop, it's ok. This story is an rp I am writing with a friend, and both parties have agreed to post it on her...
