《Shadow》Part seven Roman's perspective
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Where the hell am I? It feels like I was hit by a truck. I look around and see that I am in a dirty ass cell. Suddenly the door opens and a man wearing a mask that only covers one side of his face and is covered in scales. "Deceit, I thought that you were dead?" He smiles and signals to someone in the hall that they can come in. "I guess since he is here that probably isn't true huh?" Oh God please let this not be who it is please let it be someone who disguised themself as him. "Duke, or should I call you Remus or maybe brother is a better choice, we tried to help you and make sure you would be safe and happy. But you betrayed us and are working with him!" I hiss at him, he is my little brother but I hate him and have for a long time. "Now, now Roman that isn't very nice. I think you have just earned yourself a punishment and since I am not very creative maybe Remus should handle it." When he says that Remus gets an evil glint in his eyes which means he has just had many messed up ideas. So Deceit leaves him alone with me so he can hurt me in as many ways as possible so he can go impersonate me, that is his power anyway.
Once the door closes, Remus pulls out a whip from behind his back and a lighter. I didn't even notice before that I am chained to the wall. He starts ripping off my clothing to give himself better access to everything he could possibly want to hurt. First, he takes the lighter and burns little parts of my skin until I can't feel them anymore. It burns through my skin and it causes my whole body to quiver every time I hear him click it on again. Then he takes his whip and purposefully hits the most sensitive parts of my body, over and over and over again. I feel like I am going to pass out from the pain. Then he pulls out a pocket knife and carves something into my chest, and then he just starts making cuts until I pass out.
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When I wake up I see the same cell just with a pool of blood right below me and the smell of burnt flesh in the air. "So you are finally awake." Deceit says with a hint of poison in his voice. "How long?" I ask him with what little energy I have. "Few weeks, nobody has even come looking for you. I guess nobody cares about you at all." He says with a smirk. "Oh, Remussss he is awake so you can play with him again!" He calls out into the hallway.
Remus returns and Deceit leaves, and once again he is back to torturing me. This time he has brought a Wartenburg wheel(small handheld pinwheel with spikes if enough pressure is applied it can do some serious damage to the skin and be rather painful), a riding crop and a weird thing that looks like weird clothespins attached to a small machine. He decides to start by attaching the clothespins to my nipples which already hurts a fair amount, but then he turns the machine on and I feel a jolt of electricity coming from the clothespins, and then another, and another, and another. It hurts a ton but after a little, I get slightly more used to it, enough so that I can endure more pain and not pass out because as Remus would put it 'Where's the fun in torture if the person is unconscious.'. Then he takes the Wartenburg wheel and runs it along my skin pressing hard so that every spike makes me bleed a little more, I can feel the blood slowly running down my skin and joining the pool of now coagulated blood. Finally, he uses the crop and hits my skin, over and over again making my skin redden and me bleed more.
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I am still conscious but just barely so he decides to give me a choice. "You get a choice here, I can knock you out and fuck you until you won't be able to walk ever again or you can be awake during it and I can give you something after to calm the pain a bit." Him being my brother he knows exactly where to target me emotionally to do the most damage, my pride. "But you are my brother, that is messed up in so many ways." "Ah but brother you of all people then should know how messed up I am." I take a deep breath my pride is way too important to me. "I guess I will have to live without the pain relief," I say quietly. "Oh great you chose option three, no pain relief AND you are conscious. I was hoping that you would choose that one." "Wha, but I-" I sigh there is no fighting back anymore he is too twisted to let me get out of this.
I was already completely naked so he could torture me better. He goes around behind me and roughly grabs my hair, pulling me closer to him. Then he roughly slams into me without any prep or lube causing a severe burning feeling for me and making me bite hard enough on my bottom lip to draw blood. Before he continues he makes sure to slip a ring on my cock so I can't possibly get any pleasure from this, even though I would because he is my brother and also I am so a top. He pulls out almost entirely before slamming into me again while yanking on my hair and pulling some out. He does it over and over again cumming several times inside of me before he decides that he is done with me and pulls out. I think that I am finally safe for a bit but before he leaves he slams a giant plug into me. He finally leaves me alone again probably to find Deceit again. How the hell am I going to ever get out of this situation, I think as I try to fall asleep as the adrenaline from all of the pain has worn off.
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