03-22-2024, 11:29 AM
All thought was muffled by the song in his head and the hand on his arm. And then as he sat down in a cell and watched the man with blonde curls bouncing around the basement he was now locked in, memories and thought slowly creapt back in. Nox took in his surroundings the best he could while he followed the man who'd he'd seen make Jaxen disappear. How he didn't know, but he had seen it with his own two eyes. And now he was caught in whatever snare he had.
The voice sang to him every so often and the fog drifted back over his eyes. Thoughts and memory faded and he didn't remember how he'd gotten there.
He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there when another man joined his captor on the otherside of the bars. The three girls in the cell next to him all scurried back into their corner as if the shadows could hide their full form. Who the fuck kept pregnant women in cages...
But the thought drained away as the man stared at him like he was a piece of meat -- Rougarou!
The horde felt a kindred spirit the otherside of the bars and while Nox hadn't taken his eyes off of his captor he was well aware of the beady-eyed man and his fucking teeth. The voice fell upon him and Nox followed the instructions. Stood up. Walked to the bars and gave the man his arm -- willingly. What the fuck!
Even knowing what was going on, that this was a Siren Nox had little control over his actions. He was out of practice. But there was a tiny piece inside that didn't care. That wanted this. Wanted to obey and the song latched on to it and Nox obeyed. Sharp teeth sank into his skin and through flesh. Veins gushed blood and soon Nox was feeling light headed and tried to grasp the power inside but it slipped through his fingers beyond the slime and taint of the horde. Fuck!
Nox yanked his arm away and pressed his gapping hole against his chest. Fuck!
The beady eyed man laughed and wiped the blood from his lips. "I'll tell mother that he's dead. He's mine now. I want a slice of him for dinner -- alive. Don't kill him. He'll last a long time with a body like that." And he left Nox bleeding out.
His original captor stuck his head out the door beyond the stairs. "Liv, I need a healing."
The voice sang to him every so often and the fog drifted back over his eyes. Thoughts and memory faded and he didn't remember how he'd gotten there.
He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there when another man joined his captor on the otherside of the bars. The three girls in the cell next to him all scurried back into their corner as if the shadows could hide their full form. Who the fuck kept pregnant women in cages...
But the thought drained away as the man stared at him like he was a piece of meat -- Rougarou!
The horde felt a kindred spirit the otherside of the bars and while Nox hadn't taken his eyes off of his captor he was well aware of the beady-eyed man and his fucking teeth. The voice fell upon him and Nox followed the instructions. Stood up. Walked to the bars and gave the man his arm -- willingly. What the fuck!
Even knowing what was going on, that this was a Siren Nox had little control over his actions. He was out of practice. But there was a tiny piece inside that didn't care. That wanted this. Wanted to obey and the song latched on to it and Nox obeyed. Sharp teeth sank into his skin and through flesh. Veins gushed blood and soon Nox was feeling light headed and tried to grasp the power inside but it slipped through his fingers beyond the slime and taint of the horde. Fuck!
Nox yanked his arm away and pressed his gapping hole against his chest. Fuck!
The beady eyed man laughed and wiped the blood from his lips. "I'll tell mother that he's dead. He's mine now. I want a slice of him for dinner -- alive. Don't kill him. He'll last a long time with a body like that." And he left Nox bleeding out.
His original captor stuck his head out the door beyond the stairs. "Liv, I need a healing."
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