Meanwhile:
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The guards dragged Cienar upstairs and down the hall. There was a room at the end of the hallway, and the guards opened the doors as soon as they arrived. In the room there was a large bed in the center against the back wall, and the room was dimly lit by the candles on the chandelier in the middle of the ceiling. There were also some more around the corners in candle holders, and they all were glowing bright green.
The guards then lifted Cienar onto the bed and unlocked the chains around his wrists only to secure them again over his head around one of the bars of the headboard on the bed frame. "Hey! L-Let me go right now!" They ignored him and turned to leave the room. Cienar tried to get his wrists free as soon as the doors closed behind them, but the metal made his wrists burn with pain the longer he tried. He finally gave up and rested into the pillow behind him. "Damn it..."
He worried about what was happening to Arine and Ikko and how he could try to escape and save them, but in every attempt he thought of he still couldn't get free from the chains. The room's silence started to get to him and he realized he hadn't slept at all that night except for when he was knocked out.
His eyelids grew heavy but he kept them open. "No, I-I can't sleep at a time like this..." Despite his efforts, his eyes eventually closed, and he fell into unconsciousness, resting into the soft blankets below him. A while had passed before Cienar woke up to a hand being stroked through his hair. He opened his eyes and saw Lothor sitting next to him with a soft smile.
He immediately backed away as far as he could from him. "Gah! W-What do you want?!" Lothor's expression didn't change as he pulled the vines around Cienar's chest so that he would come closer quickly. "You." Cienar's eyes widened as Lothor started to kiss his neck.
"What are you-?! Oh... Ah, I-I didn't know you were..." Lothor pulled away slowly. "Foolish siren. Demons don't have sexualities. We make love to whoever we want, whenever we want to. It's one of the reasons humans hate us so much. I would kiss a woman as easily as I would kiss you." Cienar didn't answer, only looked at him in surprise.
Lothor smiled again and got closer. His lips brushed against Cienar's when Cienar backed away again quickly. "Don't you dare think about it! I'm not going to cooperate with anything you're doing! Don't you know who I am?!" Lothor raised an eyebrow with an emotionless expression. "Of course. You are of royal blood, am I wrong? That doesn't scare me, if anything, it turns me on more. And I don't think that you are in any position to be talking to me like that."
Cienar tried not to show the fear he felt in hearing him speak. Lothor continued in a hush voice leaning closer. "And the matter of your cooperation, I don't need that in order to make you moan do I?" He then grabbed the back of Cienar's neck so that he couldn't pull away again, and kissed Cienar forcefully. Cienar froze in shock and his lips trembled as Lothor pulled away to kiss down his neck again.
Cienar struggled with fear. "No! Stop! I'm not-! I don't want to!!" Lothor continued despite his protests as he climbed on top of him and pushed his shoulders to the bed. He then pulled away smiling as he took a knife from the inside pocket of his coat, sliding the cold metal down Cienar's chest and cutting through the first vine that wrapped around him. "No! Stop it!"
Lothor leaned closer and cut the second vine. "You're suffering is only making me want to hurt you more." Cutting through the third, red leaked from the trail the tip of the knife left behind it. "Ah!" Lothor Immediately cut through the rest exposing Cienar's body and creating a long cut from his chest to his abdomen. "Ahh! Don't-!!"
Lothor then leaned over and ran his tongue along the cut, stealing every drop of blood from the bottom of his stomach to his shoulder. His eyes lit up as he opened them, licking his lips. "You taste so good." He then moved his hands to graze around Cienar's waist, and behind his back. "Such a beautiful body you were hiding..."
Cienar glared at him fiercely. "Let go of me." Lothor smiled at his reaction. "Such a harsh tone. I don't think I will..." But as he said that, his elbow brushed against something hard, and a light clatter followed. He moved away turning his head to see a small bag hidden in the vines that used to wrap around Cienar. A few gold coins had fallen out of it and Lothor picked one up.
He raised an eyebrow but froze when he saw the symbols on the front and back of the coin. He turned his head a moment later and saw that Cienar's expression had changed back to worry. Lothor smiled and moved the bag aside. "I never thought it was possible to find the lost city of Atlantis, even for a sea creature." Cienar turned his head away avoiding Lothor's eyes and said nothing.
Lothor brought his knife up to Cienar's neck to turn his head back towards him. "Tell me where that city is." Cienar pursed his lips into a line to show that he would never speak. Lothor pushed the knife further against his neck, until blood started to trickle down to Cienar's chest. Cienar cringed in pain and Lothor got closer to him. "If you won't tell me, then you will show me. Unless you would prefer that fairy and angel to die."
Cienar's eyes widened for a split second before he looked down in defeat. A moment passed before he nodded. "Fine." Lothor lowered the knife and returned it to his coat pocket. "Good siren." He smirked, lifting Cienar's chin with his other hand and pressing his lips into his again. This time, after the kiss he only pulled away far enough to whisper. "Give your body to me."
Cienar closed his eyes and remained motionless until he whispered back in a trembling tone. "Just, d-don't kill them. Please." Lothor smiled and took off his coat, letting it fall to the floor beside him. Cienar knew that this was the only way he could save them, so he would do whatever he had to in order to help. Lothor then kissed down his chest and stomach to sink his teeth into his hip. "Ah!"
Lothor licked the wound clean of blood, and pushed himself back up to wrap Cienar's legs around his waist. "I marked you. Think of it as a symbol of my possession over you. No one can save you from this anymore. You are mine." He laughed quietly and slid his first two fingers in Cienar's mouth. "Mmn..." Lothor tilted his head as he used his other hand to undo his belt. "Now, I'm going to make you moan so loudly that you'll lose your voice."