Auspex fortress dungeon, Oriens
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"This is unfair!"
As he has been doing for a month: he shouted and hit the bars of the cage in which he was locked up without trial; his visitation rights were withdrawn.
"You are afraid to fall, that's why I've been imprisoned!"
The smell was unbearable, the floor lay stained in his urine and eses. Not even the light deigned to enter.
The blonde color of her hair had faded, the brightness of those green eyes vanished.
There was nothing left of the calm, prudent and sane person he had once been.
He sat on the floor, his face in tears, gritting his teeth hard, wishing for death in his heart.
"There you are!"
From his mind he escaped, when from his hiding place, a small grayish mouse came out, curiously in search of food.
"You're hungry, aren't you?" He crouched down to the animal, who looked at him fearfully. "Don't worry, when they bring me my food I'll give you some."
Slowly, he raised his hand and with one finger stroked its head.
The little one, as if he could understand him, went back to his hiding place to wait.
He was a little discouraged, as the mouse was the only thing he could interact with in that place.
Every time he tried to engage one of the guards in conversation, he ended up lying on the floor with numb balls.
He let out a sigh, and. intending to go back to sleep to relax his thoughts, started to get up to go to bed.
The doors of the place, but not of the cage, were opened.
"There you have it, every day he barks like a dog for hours, he's getting on my nerves."
A guard extended his hand, beckoning whoever was following him to enter the place.
"Well, dogs need to be corrected," dressed in his characteristic closed helmet, he positioned himself in front of the cage.
"You...," he swallowed saliva, his hands trembled. "You bastard!" He slammed his body against the bars, reaching out his hands to try to grab it by its clothes in order to pull it towards him. "Damne... Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Taking advantage of the exposure of limbs, the newcomer unsheathed the dagger he had in his belt, and, without hesitation, cut off the tips of three of his fingers.
"Bad dog," he looked at him over his shoulder. "What's it cost you to be quiet like an obedient boy?"
he sheathed the dagger.
Defiantly, he raised his hands and removed his helmet, revealing his thin nose and hunting eyes of a different hue: a killer crimson red and a deep blond.
"So you a finally show yourself... Montag."
He gasped kneeling on the ground, holding his injured hand tightly in an attempt to stifle the pain he felt.
"Yurio," he ignored his words, turning to the guard, "go in and hold him."
Wyatt, the consiliarius of the basileus, did not finish processing that order, when the sturdy man, the one who had opened the doors, stepped into the cage.
With his broad hands, he grabbed him by the armpits and lifted him off the ground, positioning himself behind him, overpowering him forcefully.
"Let me go!" He tried to struggle unsuccessfully, the burning he felt in his hand didn't help him. "What else will you do to me?! Wasn't it enough that you ruined my life?!"
The one who had ordered his grip, stepped in, and, positioned, in front of him, unsheathing his dagger once again.
"Go on, bark again!" His eyes glared hungrily into the blackness of the cage.
"You are taking advantage of the basileus naivet…!
Montag raised his hand, putting his fingers in her mouth, with which, with force, he held her tongue to expose it to the outside.
And with a single slash, he cut it off.
Yurio let go, fell to the ground, where he began to turn from one side to the other holding his jaw.
His eyes flooded with tears, his cheeks tensed, he kicked like a child.
With his dagger sheathed, he spoke, looking at the guard:
"Give me your weapon."
He did not hesitate, and held out to him the axe he had strapped to his back.
Gripping the weapon tightly, he approached the burdened man, whom he did not hesitate to kick in the knee.
Feeling the blow, he reflexively lowered his hands.
His involuntary action was taken advantage of by the armed man, who did not hesitate to raise the axe and cut his hands...
Blood spurted out.
On his face: the purest expression of pain.
Her jaw was almost ready to drop from the great trembling that invaded it.
Her head was spinning from side to side.
"Bark again! Go on! Bark again!"
He returned the axe, and, without further ado, withdrew from the cage, leaving Yurio -who was carrying food in one of his hands- next to the bleeding wretch.
"Here, here's your food, dog!" He threw the piece of beef next to the wretched man. "You eat it all!"
After that, and laughing, he left the place, without even locking the cage, it was no longer necessary.
There they left him, Wyatt, bleeding and to his fate.