Warning: Light mentions of r*pe
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Julian woke to a terrible scraping sound that reminded him of rust and iron. The scent of burning flesh and leather. There was a terrible pain in his right thigh, a pressure wound around old scars a bit too tightly. It made cold sweat bead on his brows and nausea build up in his chest.
With a groan, dark lashes peeled open but all he could see were a blur of colors. Dizzy, he tried to roll to his left side but the entire right side of his body was numb. And bound.
Fuck. His arms were tied neatly behind his back. The rope looped downward to draw his feet upward into a hogtie. Even worse was the excessive amounts of rope that crisscrossed all over his body from his chest to his neck and thighs. Any little movement tightened something else, making it extremely uncomfortable.
What was even the reason for tying up a frail old man like himself so securely? Julian wasn't even half as bad to this dumb Inquisitor!
Julian took in a sharp intake of air squinted against the light, trying to judge the time of day from the brightness. Probably noon. He didn't need his vision to understand that the sound he was hearing was a blade being sharpened. There was a blur moving in front of him, seated at his desk.
"The silent and broody type, I take it?" Julian said dryly, his voice a little hoarse.
The scraping of metal stopped. There was that low voice, similar to a growl that reminded Julian of the cheap titles the village ladies bought off peddlers for ridiculous prices, "Where are my clothes?"
"So I'm right."
A click of the tongue. "...Do you think this is funny?"
"Yes, extremely hilarious. The patient that I save from the brink of death not only attacks me, binds me, and doesn't even follow the doctor's orders to stay sound and still in bed. And now he's demanding things from me as if he hadn't offended me enough."
A scoff, "I'm only returning the favor." He spoke in a way that was quite proper. Despite being blunt and crass with words, his enunciation and pronunciation of certain vowels and words reminded Julian of the Arcadian High Courts.
"If you're talking about the minor," Julian made sure to put emphasis on the word minor, "restraints, those were only there for my own safety. Do you really think it's okay to tie up a poor little old man like this? This is bullying at its finest."
The Inquisitor was proving to be a lot more talkative than Julian expected and the Doctor was beginning to think he needed a way out of his predicament sooner than later. "You talk like a child, even though you look old enough to be my father."
"Ha, ha, ha. Very hilarious. And despite my old age you have yet to show me even an ounce of respect. Tell me, is there anything I could do for you, young man to get you to untie me? Would you like this elderly to grovel at your feet? Perhaps I shall sing you praises and write poetry of your gallant bravery? Mayhaps I introduce you to the village lassies who will be eager to look you at with dazzling starry eyes. What do you say, son?"
"..." Julian could hear the chair move against the grain of his floor. The Inquisitor rose from his seat and only needed two steps to loom over him. When he squinted upward all he saw was a dark menacing shadow. Julian really wished he could properly see this fuckers face. "Suck my dick," With the Inquisitor's more proper noble's pronunciation and rounded vowels, it only made the crass request sound even more filthy.
"..." Julian's smile strained. "What was your name again?"
"Unimportant."
With the man's deadpan voice and blurry face, Julian didn't have and inkling about how serious he was being! This could be a bit dangerous. "Well, if a man were to put his dick in my mouth, don't you think it only proper that I know the name behind the cock?" He tried to shrug casually, but with the restraints around his body, Julian only ended up wiggling a little allowing rope to rub painfully on his right leg.
For a moment everything was still, no one uttered a word. Julian felt his heart and senses sharpen, hearing the subtle rustle of fabric as the Inquisitor bent down and reached toward him. A thumb brushed his earlobe, causing him to flinch before it traced downward to grab the rope wound around his neck.
Uh. He privately hoped this young man wasn't into any weird sex plays. "I can assure you. Although you might think that I am a great beauty in truth I am but a crippled old man. There are plenty of alluring village maidens frolicking about the herds of sheep. Trust me, they are prettier than what you'd expect from a little dead end town like this. I can even introduce you to a few, what do you say, Louis?"
"Who in the seven realms is Louis supposed to be?" He gripped the rope and yanked Julian forward.
"Is it not your name? I'm sorry I didn't quite catch it last time. I was too busy being assaulted."
"It's Leonel."
"Leno?"
"Leonel."
"Laurence?"
"Leonel!"
"Stop shouting at me! I'm half deaf and blind," Julian half-lied, "can't you be kinder to this old man? Is this how you treat your own father?"
"My father is dead."
"Hah. Classic."
A snort and then he was let go. Julian almost let our a sigh of relief. No weird sex play, or rape. Good, good.
Except he was still tied up. This was very inconvenient. "When are you going to untie me?"
"I was going to untie you earlier but you kept being annoying so I decided against it."
"What! And here I thought I was going to get raped. Come back here! Untie me at once."
But the Inquisitor was already moving away and walking back toward the desk. Julian was hopelessly ignored, "You have a lot of illegal wares in this pathetic hovel you call a home." Leonel pointed out.
"This pathetic hovel has served me well over the years, at least I haven't had the displeasure of passing out on the side of the road, left to die if it wasn't for a generous little old doctor who slaved to help me despite his disability."
"If you're trying to make me feel sorry for you, it's not working."
This was a conundrum! Julian was teetering on the edge of his patience. It didn't help that his right leg was hurting him more and more as time went on. And this stubborn idiot that called himself Leonel was still making himself at home in Julian's house. It was truly infuriating!
"Oh great Inquisitor, please spare this pathetic doctor some of your sympathy. If you're going to execute me for owning all these illegal wares can't you do it quickly already?"
"No. I'd have to bring you in for a trial. It could take months before the final verdict."
That was right, Julian was no stranger to the procedure. The whole trial thing was just a sham and excuse in the end for the Inquisition to inflict terror and torture on their captures to discourage the population from using magic or magical tools.
The Inquisition might hate the old regime of the Mage King and his all-powerful magic, but they sure adopted a lot of methods from him!
"I see that you are a heartless young man without a sliver of mercy," Julian accused. If he were truly brought back to the capital and his identity uncovered there would be a worse fate awaiting him than simple torture and burning at the stake.
"Maybe if you weren't so annoying, I would show you more mercy."
And this Inquisitor was a brat as well.
In the end, Julian could do nothing but groan and bitch, wiggling pathetically in the cot that was supposed to be more Leonel while the damned Inquisitor had the galls to settle down Leonel's hammock.
"That will aggravate your wounds, you know?"
"My wounds are fine," Leonel responded nonchalantly.
Seriously, he was heartless. Julian continued to assault the young Inquisitor with annoying conversation until he grew tired and bored. If nothing else, this at least gave him an excuse to go back to sleep.
His limbs were really sore from the position he was tied in but eventually fatigue overcame the discomfort and Julian fell back into slumber.