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The Toy and the Prince

Part 2: co-captives

Jordan woke to the sound of muffled crying and a splitting headache. He slowly opened his eyes, the harsh light of the cell hurting them. He blinked a few times, then realization hit him all at once. He was in the dungeon. He was a prisoner. No, not a prisoner. A captive. A hostage, almost.

A thick cloth was shoved in his mouth, tied tightly and mercilessly at the back of his head, muffling any words he’d say. His arms were chained above him, his wrists locked in backwards so they were facing behind him. His fists were wrapped tight in tape, ensuring he couldn’t try to pry his way out.

“Mmmmph!!!” He pulled on his restraints, the chains clanking uselessly. He huffed, then turned to the person he’d tried rescuing before.

They sat on the floor, arms chained to the wall, while Jordan had to remain standing. They still had the muzzle locked onto their face, new bruises and scratches on their skin, especially their cheeks. Their shoulder-length blond hair was more tangled now, their beautiful blue eyes bloodshot and tear-stained. They’d been stripped of their clothes entirely, and they’d curled their legs up to hide their crotch. Their head was lowered as they continued sobbing.

Guilt surged in his chest. No wonder they’d panicked when Gabriel had come to his room— Gabriel. He betrayed them. He’d been torturing this poor innocent person for who knows how long. And Jordan had unknowingly simply given them back to him.

He looked away, staring blankly at the cell door. He couldn’t look at them, knowing he was part of the reason they were stuck here. A lump formed in his throat, and he bit down into his gag to avoid crying. He didn’t want them to see him cry.

The dungeon door slammed open, and Empress Celeste stormed in with a huff. She immediately stormed up to Jordan, and smacked him across the face.

“You little brat!” she screamed, grabbing his face and pinching it tight. “Had to interfere with yet another one of my personal projects?!” She threw him back with an irritated huff. “Although, I suppose, it’s not like you could’ve known. I must thank you for returning Mr. Hayes to where he belongs.” She turned to Jordan’s companion, who sobbed upon looking at her.

Their name was Hayes? Or, their surname was at least. Or, was it “he”? Jordan wasn’t sure.

Celeste stood in front of Hayes, her hands on her hips. Then she knelt down in front of him, tipping his head up with her hand, forcing them to look at her. He whimpered, shaking, but too afraid to move away from her. Anger flared in Jordan’s chest as he watched, almost shaking with rage.

“Mmnnn!!!” Jordan yanked hard on his restraints, trying to get to them; to stop her for tormenting Hayes like this. “Mmhmmm!!!”

Celeste turned to look at her brother, then solidly slammed her knee into Hayes’s chest, forcing a wheezing gasp out of them. They gasped, struggling to breathe through the confines of their muzzle. Their head lowered, sniffling. She grinned, then stepped away from him.

“Gabriel!” she called, and he soon came running in, looking at both of the captives in the room.

Jordan glared at him, furious with his betrayal. Gabriel didn’t respond, rather facing his attention to the empress.

“Continue what you were doing with Mr. Hayes here,” she ordered. “And my brother…” She turned to face him. “Do with him what you like.”

“Won’t the people notice that the Prince has gone missing?” he asked. “That’s gonna be difficult to hide.”

She pursed her lips, while Jordan shouted muffled nonsense at her through his gag.

“We could say that he was killed by a rival. They’d rally behind his death and search for justice for him,” she suggested.

“Mmmmfff!” Jordan yanked on his restraints again, although he wasn’t able to pull very hard on them due to the angle of his arms. He growled in frustration, glaring at his sister and her traitorous soothsayer.

His attention slipped to Hayes, who he realized had been looking at him sorrowfully. They locked eyes for a second, before Jordan quickly looked away, tears beginning to pool in his eyes.

“Yes, I think that’ll work quite nicely,” she decided, tapping her fingers on her chin. “You can do whatever you like with these two, now. I have some other business to attend to.”

She quickly swept out of the cell, leaving them now at the mercy of Gabriel. He eyed the two captives, before finally settling his gaze on Jordan, who swallowed nervously despite the cloth stuffed in his mouth.

“I think I have an idea, hold tight.” Gabriel switched open a pocket knife and began approaching Jordan.

He shrieked as Gabriel approached him, kicking his legs wildly, but it didn’t do any good. He was stuck, and at the mercy of his captor.

Gabriel held the blade of the knife up to Jordan’s silk button-up shirt, which was rumpled and wrinkly. His eyes widened and he let out a muffled cry, shaking his head rapidly. It did nothing to dissuade Gabriel, though. He began to unbutton the shirt until it hung open, exposing his chubby belly and chest.

“Mmm!” Jordan tensed, trying to back away from Gabriel now that he was more exposed, but his restraints kept him in place.

“Easy now, boy, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Gabriel hissed through his teeth. “As long as you don’t give me a reason to hurt you.”

“Nnnnfff!” This time it was Hayes who cried out. He’d brought himself to his knees and was now straining against the chains holding him to the wall.

Jordan couldn’t help but let his eyes wander for a second, catching a glimpse of the rest of Hayes’ body. He quickly looked down at the floor, ashamed of himself. He didn’t even know this person’s first name, and yet…

“Shut it, pretty boy,” Gabriel hissed. “I’m not gonna hurt the prince here.” He slid the blade of the knife easily through the right sleeve of Jordan’s shirt, up to the collar. He then repeated the process on the left sleeve, letting the torn shirt pieces fall uselessly to the ground.

“Dress code here,” he explained, his voice dripping with mockery. “You’ll get used to it. Anyway, I hope you two have fun; I’ll be back tomorrow for the real work to begin.”

“Mmph?!” Jordan whipped his head up, but their captor was already walking out of the cell door. The heavy metal door slammed shut behind him, and he heard the clicking of the lock. His heart sank.

He was stuck.

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