Taylor
Taylor tried to breathe evenly as he kept his eyes closed. They'd finally gotten used tot he light again, and he was pretty much able to move and walk again.
Which, of course, his captors didn't need. That's why he was strapped by the ankles, wrists and torso to the hospital-style bed.
He gulped a little, his thoughts all a whir.
Blakesley
Blakesley walked into the hospital room and over to Taylor. "How are we feeling today?" He said in complete mockery of any doctor who ever cared for his patients.
Taylor
Taylor half opened his eyes, looking up at the doctor for a moment, then away.
"Better..." he replied softly, afraid of what would happen if he didn't answer.
His fingers twitched a little, wondering what he wanted.
Blakesley
"Good, good." Blakesley leaned in slightly. "That means you'll be ready for what happens next." His voice was filled with quiet threat.
Taylor
That was it. Taylor was shivering again.
What did he want now?
"What...?" he stuttered, closing his eyes again.
Blakesley
Blakesley stepped back and nodded at the soldier on duty. "I want him up, and transported to cell 16." That was the cell next to Ewan and Natalia.
Taylor
Taylor took a shaky breath as guards made their way toward him and began to unstrap him from the bed.
When his bare feet hit the floor, he could hardly stand up. They hand cuffed him with his hands behind his back, before having to help him walk to cell 16.
Taylor kept his eyes closed and his head hung, all the while not knowing what was happening... or going to happen.
Blakesley
Blakesley entered the room and tutted slightly. The scent of fear and sex hung heavily in the room still from when Natalia had been gang raped. "I told them to clean this room out. No matter." He turned to the guards. "Let him stand in the middle of the room."
Taylor
Taylor gulped as the guards took him to the centre of the room, waited until they were sure he could stand, and then stepped back from him.
Taylor kept his head to the ground, his shoulders hunched in slightly, waiting for what Blakesley was going to do.
Blakesley
Blakesley walked around him slowly, heels clicking on the white tiled floor. "You're so very close to it now..."
He stepped in and lifted Taylor's chin with his hand, blue eyes meeting blue.
"So close..." He stepped away again and paced a bit. "But can you call me Master and mean it?"
Taylor
Taylor closed his eyes, not dipping his head again... just in case.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out. He could feel the tears of fear welling in his eyes, but wasn't willing to let them fall.
Blakesley
Blakelsey noted the reaction his words had caused in Taylor, and he found it good. "Since you take your faith so seriously..." He turned to the soldiers. "I want him with his arms spread out, flat against the wall." They moved forward and Blakesley walked over to the cupboard, pressing the code in to open it.
Taylor
Taylor's eyes shot open as he looked over his shoulder at the nearest guard.
The guards unlocked his hand cuffs, then made him back over to the side wall - facing the other cell. He was slammed against the wall as the guards held his arms out, before locking cuffs around his wrists and connecting them to bolts in the wall - holding them out.
Taylor's head tilted back as he struggled to keep the tears back.
Blakesley
Blakesley picked up a railroad spike thoughtfully. "You know, there's a Catholic belief in how Saint Peter was martyred. The Romans were going to crucify him...but he said he wasn't worthy to die the same way as his Master, meaning Yeshua Kristos, or as he's more commonly known, Jesus Christ. You, I'm not giving that option." Blakesley picked up a small hammer.
Taylor
Taylor couldn't help but understand what he was saying. It was times like these he cursed his power.
He hung limply as far as the cuffs let him - which wasn't far - as he let the few tears go.
"No... no... please..." he begged, keeping his eyes closed as he shook his head.
Blakesley
"One word, and I'll stop. Call me Master, and mean it," Blakesley said as he picked up another spike. Holding the two iron spikes in his hand and the hammer in the other, he walked slowly across to Taylor.
Taylor
Taylor actually starting whimpering again, knowing that if he said it he may as well be signing his life away.
But if things went much further, it wouldn't be worth living anyway.
He cringed as he felt someone hold his left hand out, displaying the palm.
"Wait! Wait..." he cried.
Blakesley
Blakesley rested the point of a spike against Taylor's palm, and raised his eyebrow. "Yes?" The hammer hovered over the blunt end of the railroad spike.
Taylor
Taylor cringed, looked up at the side wall, then cringed again and hung his head.
"Master... Blakesley..."
His voice was abrely above a whisper, and shaking as much as the rest of his body.
Blakesley
Blakesley smiled slightly, close enough to hear Taylor. He stepped back. "Try saying it a little louder, please."
Taylor
Taylor hung his head again, starting to actually cry.
"Master Blakesley," he managed to choke out, regretting every moment of it.
But he knew if he didn't, it'd be worse.
Blakesley
Blakesley watched the tears run down Taylor's face and felt quite pleased with himself. "Good, good...I think we've completed today's training successfully..."
He went to put the spikes and hammer away.
Taylor
Taylor stood back against the wall, falling as far as the cuffs would let him - even though it hurt his arms.
The tears didn't stop coming, sure he knew what he'd just consigned himself to.
Blakesley
"Let him down," Blakesley told the soldiers. They moved to obey him as Blakesley went over to the cupboard. He lifted out a simple black leather collar, similair to Natalia's. But with copper hoops, instead of silver.
Taylor
Taylor waited until the cuffs were off his wrists, before falling forward onto his knees and covering his eyes with his right hand as he cried.
The other hand was holding him up.
Blakesley
Blakesley walked back over and stopped in front of Taylor. He dropped the collar. "Put it on," he ordered silkily.
"Or..."
Taylor
Taylor took his hand away from his eyes, seeing the collar on the floor in front of him.
Gulping, he slowly reached for it, and brought it closer to study it. Running his fingers along a couple of the hoops, he sat back onto his legs so he didn't have to lean on his other hand.
After staring at it for a moment, tears flowing down his face, he began to comply.
Blakelsey
"Good boy," Blakesley said softly. He petted Taylor's head like he would a dog, then walked away to close the cupboard of torture instruments.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Taylor
Taylor went quiet after a moment, then sat back up against the wall and brought his knees in to his chest.
He kept his head and eyes down, trying to control the shaking.
Ewan and Natalia
Blakesley went over to the intercom, and pressed down a button. "Bring Natalia in. I want her to talk to Taylor. I have work that needs my personal attention."
Ewan looked up as the door to their cell opened. He was chained to the wall with silver cuffs. They stung his skin.
Soldiers came in and got Natalia, ignoring his snarls of rage. And they were snarls now. Deepthroated animal snarls.
They pushed Natalia in and she stumbled, blind eyes wide with fear. SHe didn't appear to have a pupil anymore, irises purple and tears always slowly seeping from her eyes.
"Talk to him and explain," Blakesley said briefly, and then he and the soldiers left.
"Who...who's here?" Natalia said fearfully, head turning and twisting.
Taylor
As soon as Taylor saw who it was, he sniffed, then stood and made his way over to her.
"Natalia?" he asked softly, his voice cracking.
He was ignoring the fact that she was naked. He hated to think he was almost getting used to seeing her like that.
He slowly reached his hand out to touch her shoulder.
"What happened to you?" he asked softly.
Natalia
"Taylor?" Natalia said waveringly. "I...I...I looked into a light too long, They made me look, I couldn't close my eyes. I can't see anything anymore except the light. It's all white, all the time..."
Taylor
"Oh God..." Taylor pulled his hand back to cover his mouth.
"You're, you're blind?"
His eyes fell to the floor as he gulped slightly.
Natalia
"All white," Natalia agreed. "I can't see to dodge." Discoloured bruises littered her body, especially fingerprints around her hips and a set around her neck. "Makes me clumsy, makes the Masters angry, but I try, I try so hard to be good..."
Taylor
"I know, I know..." Taylor whimpered a little, stepping back and turning to the side.
"But... if they blinded you... can, can they reverse it?"
Natalia
"I...don't know," Natalia said doubtfully. "I think they want to see of my sight comes back naturally. I don't know." She rubbed her eyes with her hands. "They sting," she said plaintively.
Taylor
"But it won't, it won't come back," Taylor frowned.
He fell to his knees again. If they did this kind of thing to Nat - who'd been here for years - what would they do to him?
Natalia
"Ewan's so angry," Natalia told him solemnly. "He can't take it, what they're doing to me. He growls, like a great big dog, grrrr!" She rubbed at her eyes again. "Where are you?" She asked fearfully. "I can't see where you are."
Taylor
"Down here, in front of you," Taylor replied, almost sulkily.
He looked up at the mirror, wondering if Ewan was on the other side. He rubbed his neck for a moment, wishing he could take the collar off.
Natalia
"Here?" Natalia patted around with her hands softly, then touched the top of his head. "Oh, there. It's so scary being blind. You don't know where anyone is. Who could hurt you, what they've got in their hands..." She sank down to the ground next to him. "So frightening, all the time."
Taylor
"I bet," Taylor sighed, closing his eyes again.
"I just wanna go home."
Natalia
"Maybe, maybe..." Natalia shook her head slightly, metal links chiming against each other. "They'll come for you. but I'm more trouble then I;m worth, and why would they care about Ewan? My poor brave knight...I told him to run. But he wanted to save me. He doesn't know I can't be saved..."
Taylor
"Sometimes..." Taylor began, just above a whisper.
"...I don't know if I can be saved either."
He covered his eyes with his hands.
"If ever I leave I just end up back here again. They don't care, they just don't care..."
Natalia
Natalia hummed comfortingly, and reached over to hug him. That's when she found out he had a collar on. She faltered for a moment. "What, what colour are the rings? What colour are the rings on your collar?"
Taylor
Taylor let her hug him, then took in a shaky breath when she mentioned the collar.
"They're... copper, I think," he replied, rubbing his face.
"What does it mean?"
Natalia
"Oh, that's good, that's good," Natalia said in a shaky whisper. "That's a good thing. Mine are silver. Means I'm a toy, a doll. Somebody wants me, they can have me. Nothing barred except death or permanent scarring. Black collar means I'm Blakesley's. You...black collar, I would guess, copper rings, means you're...only for him to touch. Which means he'll only...hurt you, he won't rape you because he doesn't."
Taylor
Taylor took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Ok," he nodded.
"That's... that's good. I guess."
Natalia
"Better then me," Natalia said, then bit at her nails. "Ewan isn't collared yet..." She rocked slightly. "I don;t know what they're going to do to him, and I'm so afraid...it's my fault he's here."
Taylor
"Mine too, in a way," Taylor insisted.
"He was only human... I can understand them wanting us, but a human? They're human. It's like... they're doing it to one of their own."
Natalia
"Master Blakesley doesn't care, he doesn't care at all. He didn't care about Tom, and he doesn't care about Ewan." Natalia rocked back and forth, whimpering slightly. "This is all my fault."
Taylor
Taylor cringed at her distress, then made his way behind her and put his arms around her shoulders in support.
"You can't take the blame yourself," he insisted, "it's partly my fault too. I could have diverted Ewan getting involved, but I wasn't... I just wasn't fast enough."
He bit his lip, his eyes welling up again.
Natalia
Natalia buried her sightless eyes in her hands. "He should't be here. I've already done this once!" She wept. "I can't, I can't do this again, I can't. Can't watch them kill the man I love, breaking him into little pieces because they love me..."
Taylor
"They always hurt the ones you love, because they know it'll break you," Taylor closed his eyes as he let her go.
"Break you down into small pieces, willing to do anything for them just so you don't have to hurt anymore. But you will. It's easier not to love than have to see them go through this."
He bit his lip as he sat back.
Natalia
Natalia curled up into a little ball, crying hard. "He shouldn't love me, I'm dirty, I'm filthy, disgusting, so dirty...and IT'S ALL MY FAULT!"
Taylor
"You're not dirty," Taylor shook his head, not looking at her.
"They're playing games. Again. You feel it because they make you feel it. But it's not really there."
He looked up at the ceiling, then scratched his back.
Natalia
"Shut up! I BLED for you! And you don't even remember it, so don't talk to me about what's real, and what's not!" Natalia said hysterically, fingernails clawing at her skin.
Taylor
Taylor cowered and backed off a little, deciding to keep quiet.
She could cry. He had after all. And she deserved to more than he did.
Natalia
"You wo-wouldn't tell them, and they wo-wouldn't stop!" Natalia said tearfully. "Why was it so important? They *hurt* me because of you." Natalia crawled away until she reached a wall, and curled up into a ball, shoulders shaking as she wept.
Taylor
"I don't know," Taylor whimpered, burying his face in his hands and rocking back and forth.
"I don't knowing anything. Nothing. Nothing makes sense. It's all crazy, and I don't know..."
Natalia
Natalia settled for ignoring him now, tears slowing. At least if she was here, they weren't doing anything to her. She curled up to sleep, golden hair catching the light and almost but not quite hiding the bruises. The sole of her foot turned to Taylor showed an ornate 'K' tattoed in black ink across it.
Blakesley looked in and smiled slightly. Both of them were sparking off each other, leading to further mental breakdown and degradtion. Perfect.