Warning: Amounts of torture and perhaps blood will be found in this post. If you're queezy to these things, you might want to skip. If you insist on reading it, don't blame us! >3<





The dungeon gave no guess as to the time of day it was. Let alone the guards did not enter to feed them. Aidan, having been on the opposite side of his cell, was now leaning against the bars sleeping with his head tucked low. The support were not only the bars but also Voltrick who had his back leaned against the same bars where Aidan was, his fur and flesh cushioning Aidan's head for a time. It gave Aidan warmth whereas he was still ill, snuggling his head against Voltrick's back a few times in his sleep.

Voltrick slept all too lightly, waking constantly to the movements behind and against him. Each time waking made it harder and harder to fall back asleep. Aidan's presence there was disturbing enough, but for Aidan to be comfortable around him enough to use him as a cushion or warmth, bothered him more. He honestly didn't know how to react to it.

Aidan leaned up against him as comfortable as possible, yet Voltrick was the one who brought him here. Hurt him not only physically, but emotionally. How, even in the deepest sorrows of the dungeons of the ministry, could such a helpless person take comfort in someone who caused him pain?

It was slightly comforting, though. Aidan's own warmth was shared with help him with the cold and it was nice to be around someone instead of remaining alone for endless days while he was forced down here. Overall, Voltrick had mixed feelings about the whole situation. Mainly due to the thought that they're both due for a lot of pain shortly, he didn't know if Aidan would be able to handle it.

After hours on end with barely any sleep, Voltrick finally fell comfortably asleep. It was most likely due to Aidan finally calming his efforts to get comfortable.. and that snuggling. Voltrick had even dreamed, evidence of that would be the occassional twitch, even against Aidan.

A few more twitches of Voltrick's body would stir Aidan awake slightly along with a faint noise he heard from outside. His eyes were heavy as he opened them greeting the darkness with his cheek against something soft. He glanced to his right, finding it was Voltrick's back he was against. Just as he was about to move away he heard the dungeon doors open, several pairs of boots clicking along the floor. Aidan sat up, eye's straining open with the unfamiliar light to see the one who stood before the cell with crossed arms.

"How cute. You two were getting comfortable." Fyren examined with a smile. Aidan frowned, staying his place while a guard worked to unlock Aidan's cell.

Voltrick had began mumbling in his sleep before the dungeon doors opened. This triggered Voltrick's consciousness almost instantly with a slight jump from the noise.

A quick breath through his nostrils was made with widened eyes before he quickly turned his head toward the foot steps walking into thier direction. Voltrick held back a yawn as he tried to focus on who led the group. It was obvious it was Fyren, and that gave him an early rise to anger.

"Why don't you join, Fyren?" Voltrick asked lowly, while standing up; the shackle's chains rattling lightly. "Infact, why don't you come in here and I'll show you a good time." he growled.

Fyren chuckled to Voltrick's comments as the guard stepped inside Aidan's cell, heading towards the younger cat.

"I think I'll take Aidan instead. He's cuter." Fyren replied, glancing as the guard grabbed Aidan by the neck, dragging the tired cat to his feet. In fear, Aidan complied and stood up quickly, worried the guard would squeeze his neck tighter than he was already. Suddenly, Aidan felt himself slammed against the cell bars face forward, the guard behind him bringing his arms behind his back and cuffing both wrists.

By this point, another three guards entered the dungeon, coming to stand behind Fyren awaiting orders.

"Well, I'll let them escort you." Fyren said to Voltrick as the guard with Aidan began taking him away. "Enjoy...!"

Fyren, the guard and Aidan walked out of the dungeon, climbing up the stairs and into the Ministry. Fyren led them through various hallways to a distinct wing as Aidan stumbled in his footing to keep up with the guards pace and pushing.

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They arrived before a grand door, the hallways carpeted in red and tapestries hanging on all the stone walls. Fyren entered the doors first while the guard and Aidan were outside. Aidan felt the cuffs on his hands unlock before a heavy push on his back, causing him to trip inside the room. The doors shut behind him just as Aidan stood up and looking around himself. It was a huge room with the air of royalty...at least to Aidan. He had never once been in such a high rank room like this before.

"Like it?" Fyren asked, standing near the middle of the room, behind him a rather large table. To the left was a bed against the wall; to the right was a desk and several bookshelves...like a miniature study.

Aidan wrinkled his brows up in a worried expression, rubbing his wrists a bit as he took the courage to walk inside as he gazed around. "Is this...where you sleep?" he asked innocently, finally letting his gaze fall on Fyren.

"It's Murdoc's..."


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Voltrick automatically shot forward as far as his chains would allow toward the guard who slammed and pinned Aidan against the cell gate. "Leave him alone! I'll freakin' kill you, if you don't let him go! Bastard!" Voltrick shouted out and continued to yell toward Fyren and the guard even as they left; completely ignoring the four guards prepared for the task they're about to ensue.

While one of the guards, a cat with white fur, began opening the gate to Voltrick's cell, another walked to the wall with a few curious levers located there.

The sound of the gate quickly turned Voltrick's attention toward the guard who began to enter his cell. With Voltrick's anger already at his brim, the tiger quickly began his charge toward the guard. But the guard at the wall quickly pulled one of the levers there, triggering the chains attached to Voltrick's wrists to snap back and pull Voltrick quickly toward the wall and slamming his back there.

Voltrick groaned frustratedly as he attempted to struggle against the wall's hold, but the shackles held him mercilessly with his arms extended to each side.

The other two guards laughed as they entered Voltrick's cell while the first guard came up close to voltrick with a smirk. "You're not so tough chained to a wall, Freak." The guard mocked. "All alone with no one to turn to."

"And your master isn't here to save you either." The red-haired guard behind the first said. His accent sounding of irish descent.

Voltrick's head lowered as he scowled; giving each guard they're own glare, especially to the guard closest to him.

"What? Cat's got your tongue? Oh, I'll gladly take it.. being feline, myself" The guard infront of Voltrick said with a smirk.

The three other guards laughed behind the first guard. Two stayed behind the first while the last guard remained outside the cell next to the levers.

"Open your mouth..." The feline commanded, his voice lowering while pulling out a dagger. "And say 'Ahhh'..."

Voltrick's body tensed up as the dagger crept closer to his face. His gaze first followed the dagger, then it drifted back to the guard with a fierce snarl. Before the dagger could come close to Voltrick's face, Voltrick's leg kicked up as hard as he could and inbetween the feline guard's legs.

The cat quickly hit the floor in agonizing pain. His hands cradled the extremely sensitive and now tender area while he groaned loudly.

Voltrick's snarling glare raised up to the other two as if he was threatening to do the same to them. These four have no idea what they're doing. If they're going to torture him, they should have taken lessons.

"Don't just stand there!" The cat on the ground shouted, still rolling on the floor in pain.

The other two took their cue and rushed over towards Voltrick; making sure to avoid the cat on the ground. Each gave their own type of beating. The irish dog punching Voltrick's abdomen and side while the rat gave hits to Voltrick's face to subdue him.

As the guard on the ground finally began to regain himself, the cat reclaimed his dagger and raised himself. But as he raised himself, he made sure there wouldn't be another incident regarding his own genitals and Voltrick's leg. The dagger quickly raised and stabbed directly into Voltrick's right thigh, with a second dagger quickly following to voltrick's left.

Voltrick desperately held back a pained yell as each dagger halted movement in his legs. It wasn't as if he could anyway, the rat punched the side of his face everytime a dagger was stabbed into his legs.

"Bane!" The cat yelled back to the fourth guard at the levers. "Tighten the hold... and get the tools." The cat then turned back to the other two guards, who had stopped their beatings to listen. "Get the hot coals... Murdoc's little pet is about to realize the true meaning of the word pain." the cat smirked while shifting his malicious grin towards Voltrick.

"Is that all?" The irish dog interrupted. "I mean, you could have said something a bit more scary. Or meaning. 'ooo... get the hot coals, he's about to realize the meaning of pain'. You could have at least linked the ending of your sentence to the hot coals." The dog continued, giving mocking hand gestures to prove his point. "Ooo.. like 'Murdoc's little pet is about to get a little burn."

"That's not good at all." The rat decided to give his tidbit, while stepping up to the dog. "How about.. 'Get the hot coals... Murdoc's pet looks cold, ..let's warm him up."

The cat, now angered even more with the stupidity of the two, yelled. "Will you get the coals! It doesn't matter what I say at the time, Just get what I tell you to get!"

Voltrick watched the three with a scowl; blood dripped from his mouth from the numerous punches to his face as his entire body tensed from the daggers stabbed into his legs. A short moment passed before the shackles became pulled again; tightening the pressure of his wrist against the wall. A quick groan was given before he realized the cat came face to face with him.

"Because of your little stunt against my family jewels, Murdoc's treatments will seem like a tea party compared to what we're going to do with you." The cat mocked in a rumbling tone.

Voltrick growled, despite the pain in his legs and now his wrists with the constant pressure, and spit blood into the cat's face; refusing to say a word.

A discusted look instantly crossed the blood and saliva splattered face of the cat with closed eyes. "Now you'll be lucky if I leave you alive."

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Aidan looked at Fyren in surprise. "M-Murdoc's?!" he exclaimed. Murdoc himself had never let Aidan in his room, always locking him somewhere else. But the room itself...Aidan glanced towards the study, books scattered all over the desk with numerous amounts of paper along with it. It was as though someone had rummaged through it. The rest of the room appeared as if no one had resided in it.

"That's right..." Fyren replied, noticing Aidan's gaze turning back to the study. "But let's get to business."

Aidan's body suddenly tensed, causing his eyes to widen in shock, feeling his body then moving on it's own accord towards the table behind Fyren. The other cat didn't move as he controlled Aidan until he was seated at one of the chairs. Fyren would then turn around, heading towards Aidan, keeping his mental hold on him.

"As you may have noticed, I was looking through his papers. And would you like to know what I've found, Aidan?" Fyren asked, pacing a bit behind Aidan as he watched him carefully. Aidan, only able to move his eyes at the moment, tried looking back to Fyren as some response.

"I think you would find this interesting as well. But I've noticed that he has some Noble blood in him."

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"When I get out of here..." Voltrick growled. "I'll make sure to kill you first." Voltrick ended nearly low enough to sound as if he spoke as the beast. His darkened eyes widened as he glared at the cat.

The feline guard laughed as the other three returned. The first two entered with a large bucket which steamed and smoked from the top while the last brought a case which rattled when he placed it upon the floor next to the bucket full of hot coals. "Who say's you're ever getting out of here?" The feline mocked while extending his hand to one of the other guards. "Fyren was right..." he continued as the rat handed him another dagger. "You belong down here. There's no other place that would fit such a... monster as yourself." he said before quickly forcing the dagger into Voltrick's right side and twisted.

Voltrick's body instantly tensed up as the pain from the dagger rushed throughout his entire side. A short groan only escaped as he held back another agonizing yell.

The cat smirked. "Give me the pike." Bane quickly moved to pull the hot pike that had been placed within the hot coals and handed the cool end to the cat. "Leon... get the clamp." The dog quickly kneeled down to the case with the tools. "Brock... open his mouth."

The rat guard gave a questioning look to the cat. "I'm not putting my hands near those teeth. Don't you know that they grow or something? He could change into the beast and bite my hand off!"

"I don't need to change to bite your hand off." Voltrick interrupted, mainly trying to avoid or at least postpone whatever the cat had planned. And if it involved that hot pike and opening his mouth, it wasn't going to feel good.

The cat's smirk lowered to a scowl. "Squeeze his esophagus and tighten your other hand around the sides of his mouth." The cat impatiently instructed.

"I've got the clamp." Leon said as he raised himself up with a thin, but long clamp just small enough to fit into someone's mouth and be held a good distance away.

The cat continued. "... that way he'll be forced to open his mouth wide enough for Leon to pull the bastard's tongue out.

The rat hesitantly did as instructed and quickly tightened his grasp around Voltrick's esophagus. Once he found Voltrick struggling and choking, Brock moved his free hand to tightly grip onto Voltrick's face and forced Voltrick's mouth open.

Leon quickly moved to force the clamp into Voltrick's open mouth, gagging him in the process.

Voltrick desperately tried to struggle against his binds and the hands at his throat and face. Violent coughs erupted as he became short of breath and the metal clamp pushed to the back of his throat and shifted around in his mouth. He tried to growl, but the little air going through his throat prevented him.

"Gotcha.." Leon said after he tightly clamped the end of Voltrick's tongue and pulled it out as far as it was allowed.

Voltrick continued to struggle, but was helpless. A desperate look quickly came on his face as he groaned loudly, trying to yell out for them to stop.

"This going to hurt.. feel free to look away." The cat laughed as he lowered the pike and angled the tip just under Voltrick's tongue.

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Aidan's eyes widened just as Fyren's hold on him disappeared. The muscles in his body felt sore from being tense for so long. However, this was not what captivated Aidan's thought at the moment. His head turned swiftly to watch Fyren with a strange look.

"So...you didn't know." Fyren examined, tilting his head playfully.

"Where are you going with this?" Aidan snapped, brows lowering in irritation.

"I'll be honest," Fyren began, placing a hand on Aidan's shoulder, giving it a faint squeeze. Aidan glanced to it in silence as he chose not to object. "In what I've seen, Nobles' can never be trusted. Whomever they are. Power-thirsty, I call them. Very difficult to get rid of as well...unless someone they know and accept were to do the deed..."

Aidan flinched away from Fyren, almost standing from his chair from the quickness of his movements. "You would have me kill Murdoc?!" Aidan nearly shouted, this time standing up from his seat, forcing Fyren to step back to avoid the chair.

"Why not? Just think of everything he's done to you. The complete shame he haunts you with. Even every soldier in the Ministry knows about it." Fyren pressed, leaving Aidan to sulk his shoulders to this recollection, backing himself into the table.

"I-I can't..."

"I'm giving you an opportunity for vengeance! Even justice! Isn't that what you want?"

Aidan's eyes narrowed in thought as he stared at Fyren. It was true...the shame was intolerable.

However...

"I told Voltrick a while ago..." Aidan began, his fingers tightening around the table edge as he spoke, "...that revenge and vengeance were terrible things. To kill Murdoc based on that, I am no hypocrite!!" He shouted, leaning forward with a fierce passion in his eyes that caused Fyren to frown. "You will never understand how I feel about Murdoc or Voltrick, for that matter! They hurt me, yes, but I will not want them to die for it!"

Aidan panted after his outburst, staring at Fyren, who, stared back at him.

"Then what about me?" Fyren finally replied with a risen brow. Aidan straightened himself as that caught him off-guard. Fyren seemed to chuckle lightly as he began to walk towards Aidan, pushing away the chair in his path, "I've done, if not, equally terrible things to you. Would you say that you wouldn't want me dead as well?"

Aidan stared up to Fyren who was no more than a few inches away who had intimidation in mind. Aidan seemed to shrink back with his ears flattening behind his head as he didn't find a reply to the question.

Fyren grinned as the younger cat gave no reply. "I see." A hand suddenly grabbed Aidan by his jaw, pulling his head up in a violent jerk. "You really are an angel, aren't you? Able to make even a cold blooded man like Mundegard let you into his heart."

Aidan grunted painfully as the grip on his jaw tightened, feeling fingers pressuring his jawbone.

"It's a shame that I'm a cruel man, Aidan. And you've refused my kindness just now. For that, you'll pay." He threw Aidan away from him towards the middle of the room where the young cat fell on his side grabbing his jaw.

"You annoy me with your foolish talk of forgiveness and acceptance. I could never imagine so many things I hate to be reincarnated into one being." Fyren snarled as he began a pace towards Aidan, who still on the ground, looked up in fear. Fyren clutched his fists as he focused his eyes as they began to shimmer faintly. Aidan was still for a moment before his arm twisted on it's own, forcing back behind him. He cried in pain as he felt all the muscles turn along the bone, the appearance of it abnormal.

"You simply disgust me. Perhaps Voltrick could teach you how to behave around others. Guard!" He called, releasing Aidan as his eyes looked to the door. The one called swiftly came in, standing in attention.

"Take him back to the dungeon and treat him as the monster. They're more alike than we've imagined."

The guard promptly followed suit, grabbing Aidan by the collar and pulled him up from the ground. Aidan had no chance of resistance as he was taken back down to the prison for horrible treatments.

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Voltrick groaned desperately. Its all he could do with three men basically holding him down at once, one with his hand around Voltrick’s throat and face, another with a clamp holding his tongue, and the third holding a hot pike; ready to burn his tongue with it. Voltrick's body struggled to pull away and tensed uncontrollably as he felt the intense heat below his tongue.

"Here we go.." The cat said right before shifting the hot pike's edge up and against the bottom of Voltrick's tongue.

Voltrick almost instantly groaned out in agonizing pain as the burning heat began burning through his tongue. He had felt every kind of pain someone could think of, but this was new to him. His body trembled and shook as he desperately tried to move free; trying to escape the burning pain.

The smell of burning flesh had filled his nostrils, adding to the pain he felt. Voltrick closed his eyes as he tried to endure it, but he couldn't stand it.

Once the pike burned through Voltrick's tongue, piercing through the muscle tissue and toward the roof of his mouth, the cat finally pulled the pike out with a sneer. He also gave the notion for the other two guards to release him as well.

Voltrick's head quickly fell. He didn't dare close his mouth, with the fear of the pain increasing if he moved it inside his mouth. His tongue also hung out of his mouth as he panted heavily.

"Gives new meaning to 'cat's got your tongue'." The cat laughed to the others as he watched Voltrick with amusment. "Say... Since Murdoc is gone, who should the freak's master be? Murdoc slaved him around after torturing him mercilessly... why not have someone else replace him? Someone better... someone who wouldn't make the same mistakes like he did."

"What about that Fyren?" Leon asked. "He seems to have taken Murdoc's place in the ministry, at least that's the rumor. So, why not him?"

"He's also the one who ordered us to do this." The rat added.

Voltrick's anger, despite the pain, returned as the cat spoke of Murdoc. He had even growled once Fyren was mentioned. "I'm.. not.. a slave." Voltrick barely said awkwardly, his tongue still hanging out of his mouth.

All four guards burst out laughing.

"That had to be the funniest thing I had ever heard!" The cat laughed, barely able to breath through his laughter.

Voltrick snarled and glared at the cat. They all mocked him, but that cat had it out for him.

"Not only how he said it!" Brock blurted out through his own laughter. "But what he said! ..Its all hilarious!"

"Of course, you're a slave, Freak." Leon responded to Voltrick. "You haven't realized that yet?"

"...I think I should be his master." The cat finally answered his own question. "And the only way to get a slave to obey, is to train him." The cat said after handing Leon the hot pike and leaning over to Voltrick. An eyebrow arched as he saw the hole in Voltrick's tongue quickly heal. "Who's your master, Freak?"

Voltrick growled aggressively as he glared back to the cat. The injured tongue had healed enough to be pulled back into his mouth by then. But he wouldn't say anything or open his mouth due to the pain still throbbing against his tongue.

The cat quickly pulled the dagger from Voltrick's side. "Who's your master?" A sneer crossed his face as he saw Voltrick cringe, but still say nothing. "Did you hear me, Freak?!" He yelled before stabbing the dagger back into its place.

Voltrick's head jerked to his left and away from the cat, a low groan escaping with the pain from the blade returning.

The cat began to grow increasingly irritated and grabbed another dagger from Leon. A quick moment passed before the dagger was thrust into Voltrick's abdomen.

The other guards pulled out their remaining daggers and watched curiously. The fourth guard remained by the levers, only watching for now.

The feline guard grabbed a dagger from the guards next to him, grabbing a dagger for each hand. "I don't like repeating myself. And I'm sure you don't like the pain... " The dagger in his left hand was quickly thrust into Voltrick's upper abdomen. "Who is your master?!" The cat shouted.

Voltrick trembled uncontrollably through the pain. Each dagger caused Voltrick's body to jerk and tense even more. But Voltrick refused to say a word; refusing any kind of begging or pleading let alone giving in to the cat.

Becoming infuriated with Voltrick's lack of response, the cat lifted and stabbed the last dagger into Voltrick's chest and slowly twisted the dagger.

Voltrick's eyes widened and desperately held back a horrific cry of pain as his chest was punctured. This time, Voltrick turned to the cat with desperate, pained eyes; wincing terribly.

"....Drop.. dead..." Voltrick weased out, barely heard. It would have been louder, but the dagger had punctured his left lung.

In his rage, the cat growled and snatched the hot pike from Leon. "You will admit I am your master or die right here, right now!" The cat shouted before quickly raising the pike and stabbing it into the flesh between Voltrick's shoulder and neck, right next to the base of his neck; making sure to stab it through entirely.

Voltrick instantly shouted out as loud as his body would allow. More and more pain struck his entire boy, more than he could handle, and now the world was going to hear about it. The pain only caused him to yell longer, only stopping to breath as much as his lungs allowed.

Just outside the hall towards the dungeon Aidan could hear the awful cries from Voltrick. In his fear, he dragged his feet as a way to stall himself from entering the prison, however the guard wouldn't allow it, tugging Aidan harder by the collar nearly ripping his shirt. Once inside, Aidan's eyes darted to look at Voltrick, eyes widening in horror as he saw him covered with blood and daggers, pinned against the wall.

"V-Voltrick!" He exclaimed as he was pulled by the guard until he was literally thrown into the other cell next to Mundegard. The black dog walked in the cell after Aidan, wiping his hands as though preparing himself for the next task.

"That was a mighty fast meeting, Jonas." The guard at the levers commented to the newly arrival.

"Well, there's a lot of work to do." Jonas replied, reaching to his belt for a long dagger. Aidan, on the ground, was stiff as he stared at it fearfully daring not to move. Jonas wasn't phased by it, turning his head to the others in the next cell. "Why don't one of you come over here and help hold him down, eh? Better than gawking at that thing, there."

The feline guard slowly twisted the pike as he moved closer to the shouting Voltrick with a malicious sneer. "It hurts... doesn't it, Freak. Now.. do as you're told and tell me who your..." The sound of the dungeon gate opening quicky turned the cat's attention to who entered, a bit frustrated he had been interrupted from his punishment. It was almost as if he had his own spite against Voltrick.

Voltrick groaned and winced terribly as he tried to turn his head toward the door as well; feeling more flesh tearing just for moving. When hearing it was Aidan calling his name, Voltrick winced further, almost shamed that Aidan was brought back. "No..." Voltrick barely made out, blood dripped down his cheek after a cough was involuntarily released from the dagger allowing blood to spill into his lungs. "Don't... do this.. to him.." he tried to growl toward the guard, but with no success.

"I'll go, Damon.." Brock announced after the guard, Jonas asked for help.

The cat arched a brow over towards the rat and tipped his head toward the other cell as if approving for him to go.

Voltrick's eyebrows lowered as he attempted to look at the cat again. His eyes narrowed a bit, especially after finally hearing his name.

Brock left Voltrick's cell to enter in Aidan's, looking to Jonas for instructions. The dog quickly complied.

"Rough him up a bit." He ordered, nodding in Aidan's direction. Brock glanced to the cat for a moment before making a quick pace towards him, grabbing Aidan by the root of his hair as he held up a fist. The rat began to beat Aidan to the ground, even to the point of kicking him repeatedly. Jonas watched stoically and after a while would turn his gaze onto Damon. The two of them were of a higher rank than the other three guards, however, it was Jonas that would be in primary control of things. He had also known Damon to over exaggerate his needs.

A yelp was heard from Aidan suddenly, causing Jonas to turn his attention back to the two. Brock stood over the cat panting with clutched fists while Aidan's nose and lip bled. He wasn't terrible far from falling unconscious, however, Aidan stretched out his arm, grasping the floor as a sort of leverage for himself to get back up.

Jonas came to push Brock away from Aidan, leaning over to grasp a large amount of Aidan's collar, dragging him up. The dog paused as he examined Aidan's beaten features who in turn was stared at back.

"Wasn't General Convel keeping him?" the rat asked, rubbing his fists sorely.

"Not anymore." Jonas replied, taking the dagger he still held in his hand and thrust it into Aidan's side after forcing the cat against the wall.

Aidan grit his teeth first with clutched eyes as the dagger stabbed through him, his hands immediately moving to grasp Jonas' wrist. He fought to keep from yelling, biting his lip until it bled but couldn't suppress a low pained cry. The rat grinned behind them. "Give him another, boss!" He cheered. Jonas gave Brock the amusement of another stab...and then another. Each around Aidan's stomach. The cat gasped in pain at each pierce, his body shivering from pain, but Jonas held him in place against the wall.

Tears threatened to come out from Aidan's eyes as he had never undergone this sort of pain before. The grip around Jonas' wrist tightened, the only action done to stop Jonas. The dog found this surprising.

"You'd think he'd scream like the monster after that!" Brock spat, taking hold of a spare dagger of his own and coming closer to them. "We'll take care of that!"

Voltrick attempted to look back to Aidan, but Damon had aggressively pulled out the pike; causing another pained yell.

"Looks like you're not the only one who gets special treatment.' the cat arched a brow.

Leon watched Brock attack Aidan curiously, even more so when Jonas began attacking with his dagger. "Its a shame that the little guy doesn't have a healing ability like the freak. Then we can do what we want a bit longer to him."

Voltrick attempted a growl, but looked to Aidan. "Aidan! You... leave..." Voltrick yelled as loud as his lungs could manage before coughing up blood again. "....him.. hhhalone!" Voltrick now felt worse now that Aidan was enduring the same torture he was. Beatings were one thing, but now they used a dagger on him! He doesn't deserve this! He never has!

"A bit of a soft spot, ey?" Damon said as he observed Voltrick's reaction. "I guess the cat was a better torture than I could have ever done." A smirk was made to Aidan before a mocking smile returned to Voltrick. "But that doesn't mean I'm done with you." The cat turned to Leon. "Make sure to put that pike back in the coals. It needs to stay hot." Damon said before pulling the dagger in Voltrick's chest out a bit, but not entirely. Half way out, he pulled the dagger downward, cutting down Voltrick's abdomen before removing it.

Voltrick coughed a bit more, but trembled almost violently as the skin was cut down along his abdomen.

Jonas kept a stern frown as he pulled out the dagger from Aidan's other side, causing the cat to yelp. The dog would then pull Aidan away from the wall and tossed him to the floor again.

"You want him to scream, Brock?" Jonas asked, stepping up behind Aidan who was on his stomach, a hand covering his wounds in pain.

The rat's gaze followed Jonas curiously, though keeping a smirk present on his features. "It's no fun otherwise, boss!"

"Very well."

Jonas knelt behind Aidan with a hand moving to grab the burnt sienna colored hair and pulled. Aidan's neck craned with a pained look as his eyes clutched shut. The bloodied dagger slipped underneath the tattered shirt Aidan wore from the back, reaching the neck. Jonas pulled up, the sound of cloth tearing caused Aidan's eyes to widen in terror. Aidan's other hand pressed against the ground, trying to push himself up in panic.

"No..!" Aidan barely got out before he felt his forehead slam down against the stone ground. He had to pause a moment for the bright colors in his eyes to fade until beginning his struggle again. "Please!"

Brock was seen laughing in amusement behind them. "Hahah! Good thinking, Jonas! That got him movin'!"

Jonas wouldn't reply as the dagger repeatedly tore through Aidan's shirt until it was in rags, moving so his knee was ontop of the cat to pin him down after various struggles. The dagger traveled to Aidan's trousers, the sound of ripping emitting. This triggered Aidan.

"Please, stop!" he cried, hot tears brimming his cheeks as his phobia and shame stirred him. "Not that!" Aidan struggled underneath Jonas, one hand still holding his wounds underneath while his other hand scratched the floor ahead of him as though it would help his escape. The pain in his stomach made each attempt a weak one compared to Jonas' strength.