Seven Devils

Chapter 3 Fractured

[Chapter TW: manipulation, shame/degradation, implied nudity, restraints, food/water withholding, nonconsensual elements, assault - physical and mental, hurt/care dynamic, Force torture.]

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Master Ren hummed in satisfaction at her response. He turned to face his Knights, "Bring her some water and a quarter ration for her good behavior. Make sure she eats, she will need her strength for what comes next." At this, Kylo Ren walked from the room and left the Captive alone with his Knights.
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Once Kylo Ren had left the room, Vicrul rose to approach the Captive. "Be right back babe, don't miss me too much." And left the same way as Kylo Ren.

Suddenly aware that her legs had been forced wide this entire time as a result of her restrained ankles, the Captive shifted, trying to pull her knees together to cover herself. The Knights, noticing her struggle, continued watching in amusement. The more she moved and tried the cover herself, the higher the fabric rose up her legs.

Cardo spoke up, "I think she's got something she's trying to show us, brothers. Trudgen, don't you have something that belongs to her?"

Pulling her underwear out of his pocket, Trudgen played with the fabric weaving it between his fingers. "Did you mean this, brother?" Tossing it to Cardo who caught it swiftly so he could toy with the piece of clothing as he toyed with the Captive.

"Ahh yes, this is what I remembered. I will have to say, you look much better without it." Cardo threw her underwear on the floor in front of her just to tease her. They were so close but she could do nothing about it.

Pulling against the tightness of her restraints as she moved, she stopped when the door slid open. Vicrul returned to the cell with a canteen in one hand and a small ration in the other. Noticing the garment on the floor in front of the Captive, he turned to the other Knights. "Trudgen, how did your trophy leave your pocket?" He scorned his brother.

At the sharp comment, Trudgen lowered his head in submission, shrinking into his chair.

Vicrul resumed speaking to the Captive, "Now, as Master Ren stated, you will eat." He pulled a chair up to sit across from her, "Will you behave or will we need to force feed you?"

Anger rose in the Captive at Vicrul's comment, however she quickly suppressed it at the promise of food. "Please, I'll be good sir." She was so hungry it felt as if her stomach was going to eat itself from the inside out.

"There's our good girl. She's learned her manners." Ap'lek praised her from his seat against the wall.

Vicrul was now sitting slightly to the side of the Captive so all the Knights could keep her in their sight. He broke off a small piece of the brown ration and raised it to her lips, pulling back slightly as she leaned forward to grab it with her mouth.

She whined at the denial of food. Her face shot to Vicruls mask, begging with her eyes for sustenance. "Poor thing, she's so hungry. Knights, aren't we nice for taking good care of her?" A low hum reverberated through one of their masks in response. "Say it babe. Tell me how good we are to you."

Wavering in her seat, she pleaded, "Thank you Vicrul for bringing me food. The Knights have been so good to me." She choked the words out as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

Vicrul groaned through his mask as he brought the ration piece to her mouth. She greedily wrapped her lips around his fingers so that not a single crumb could escape. Chewing quickly, she swallowed it down and opened her mouth again, asking for more. When Vicrul didn't move, she cried out in frustration.