Adrian managed to sleep pretty hard that night, despite just then getting away from the psychopath. The next morning, he greeted all of his teammates, telling them he had just been locked up in his room for a while because he was sick. To his surprise, they bought it. But now he was ready to get back to work. He ate a quick breakfast made by the Pyro, then grabbed his weapons to head to the field. Taking his first breath of fresh air in a while, he cloaked himself and took off for the middle point.
When the bell rang, he nabbed a few REDs coming right onto the middle point. He needed to keep them away as long as possible so his team could get sentries up. Since the spy had been gone for so long, everyone stopped spy-checking. He looked, though. He observed the battlefield but saw no one fall with a blade in their back nor did he hear a cloaking device. “Where are yeh, yeh bastard?” he muttered.
The Basement: Part 2
Warning: NSFW Rape
Adrian was a whimpering, crying mess by the time the other finished. There were tear stains on his cheeks and down his body, his whole body trembling and giving violent shivers every so often. His voice was hoarse from the yelling and screaming, though he knew no one could hear him in the basement. He leaned back against the crates, shaking his head as he felt his stomach knotting. Even death would be better than this.
Useful Use Of Magic
Asgard’s main castle, normally shiny and golden in the light of the closest star, was dropped in darkness as the star descended beyond the horizon. Thor had spent weeks with the All-Father learning about how to be a king. After a normally long day of learning, Thor had taken his time walking back to his room slowly. When he arrived to his chambers, he locked the door and stripped himself of his casual clothes. The light-weight armor fell to the floor followed by the soft threads of his tunic. Stepping away from the pile, he walked out to his balcony and leaned against the railing to look out over the whole of Asgard.
Loki usually finished with his studies long before Thor was to return from his training, and today was no different. But he had tucked himself away in his brother’s room, anticipating the man’s return for a good while. He cloaked himself in the shadows, certainly not where Thor would go looking for him as he waited. For a while now, him and Thor had been closer to one another. Some in a brotherly way, others more unbrotherly. They shared secrets, ideas, and stories— Along with kisses, love making, and intimacy. Smiling a bit to himself, Loki stepped from the shadows when Thor walked out to his balcony. Creeping up behind the other, Loki leaned over the man, placing a kiss on the back of Thor’s shoulder without a word.
The Basement: Part 1
Warning: Includes beating.
Adrian awoke with a start, his body seizing when he did. He was used to waking up in the dark, given he always had the blindfold on. The basement was dark as well, only a dim, yellow light illuminating the basement a bit. Giving a pull at his chains, Adrian whimpered and gave another yank. The basement was damp and smelled of stagnant water, which dripped in the corner. Sometimes, if Christian didn’t feed him, he’d drink what he could from the cement floor to fill his stomach. If he was lucky and Christian forgot his kitchen scraps, the Sniper sometimes brought bone fragments down to the Spy. He never asked what or who they were from, but chewing on the bone distracted him, and sometimes he was able to crack through it to get to the soft marrow for a meal. However, it had been a few days since he had seen the Sniper— and he was starving. Thinking Christian wouldn’t be down for awhile, Adrian fell forward to the floor and scooted across the floor to the stagnant water to drink from.
The last few days had been decent. BLU had pushed RED far back to their home point. They were close to capping when the cease-fire bell rang the day before. This morning when they started, an Ubered Heavy and Medic had clobbered them. When the Heavy received a second Medic, it was back to back ubers for a few hours straight and now they were back to the middle point with RED pushing them further and further. Christian’s frustration was showing in his skill. He’d miss the enemy by inches, miles for a sniper of his caliber. His team mates screamed at him to get his head in the game and he replied with a warning bullet to their shoulders. His scout especially; he hated that boy with a passion and just hearing his voice raised his bar of anger to the brim. When the cease-fire bell rang for the day, Christian tossed his sniper rifle aside onto the mattress he had set up in the corner of his roost. He yelled curses as he slid down his ladder expertly. He stomped his way into the mess hall and forced his way between his fellow team members to get to the chicken Engie had killed earlier to cook. His teammates knew better than to aggravate the Sniper more than he already was, especially after battle. They knew he was a violent man and they did not want to get hurt. The Sniper viciously attacked the thigh meat with his teeth, walking away from the mess hall and eventually disappearing from sight. Walking down the concrete hallway with chicken in one hand and plate in the other, he made his way towards an almost abandoned portion of the base. He’d found a lovely basement in this area some time ago and knew it would come in handy when he captured the RED Spy. When he made it to the basement, he unlocked it with a key he always kept attached to his belt. He turned the key, the lock making a loud clicking sound.