"I'm going to take your silence as an agreement. Don't worry," he purred, "they're simple rules. Be thankful for what is given to you. Listen to orders, and most of all. Don't try to escape." He growls, "Because I will find you. And I won't be as merciless as I have been." He pulls away and smirks. "Sound good, love?" He states cheerfully.
Hush Now, Little Hero~ (O/O) (Closed, Stalkers Welcome)
Scipio hesitantly nodded, still not speaking for now. Once Tyr had briefly left to get food, Scipio allowed himself to breathe. His breathing was quick and quite shallow, and his vision was starting to go a bit blurry. Ragno whined and crawled back into Scipio's pocket to sleep.
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He hummed softly, working carefully on preparing the food. Tyr then placed it on a platter with water and utensils. He picked up the tray and carried it back to the room, his eyes brightening from their dark state. He hummed as he entered the room. "Here we are. I hope you're hungry." He beamed.
Scipio turned his tired eyes towards Tyr from where he was. "How am I supposed to eat, though? My hands are tied up." He lifted his bloody wrists a bit from behind the chair. "And you don't seem so keen on untying me at the moment."
"I'll feed you. And maybe. If you actually behave I can give you moving space and an actual room, no?" He hummed as he placed the food down as he kneeled in front of the other. "I'm sure your wrists are very tired from having rope around them." He purred as he gazed up at the other male.
A faint pink tint rose to Scipio's pale cheeks. "I… y-you don't have to… feed me…" He looked away, embarrassed. Of all the things that could happen while kidnapped, being hand fed like a small child was not one he expected. Nor was it one he was looking forward to in the slightest.
He gazed at the other, a tiny little smirk on his lips. He loved how the other blushed and turned away. "Ah yes. Well. I would let you feed yourself. But all to my knowing, you'll probably attack me once you've eaten or before." he purrs, his eyes darkening.
"You seriously think I could actually attack you in this state? You sent a dozen trained adult men after me at the same time. Everything hurts." Scipio glanced back over at Tyr again. It was definitely true that he was injured in other places. He had several bruised ribs which hurt like hell, and a few various cuts as well in addition to the bad rope burns on his wrists.
He chuckles. "I'm not going to underestimate you, my dear. No, no. No more of that." He purrs gently as he picks up the fork and cut some of the meat and offered it to Scipio. "Here." He says as he gently taps the food against the other males lips. "Would you like me to take a bite first to prove it's not poisoned…?" he asks curiously.
"You know as well as I do that's not the problem right now." Scipio said softly, looking down a bit at Tyr. I just don't want to be fed when I can do it perfectly fine myself.
He hummed with thought. "I'll make you a deal. Your lower body remains strapped to the chair. But I will release your hands so you can eat. If you can do that without fighting me. I will put you in an actual room. Sound fair enough?" Tyr asks, his chocolate brown orbs gazing at the other with curiosity.
Scipio nodded. "Alright, I can deal with that… I'd shake your hand, but obviously they're still tied." Once his hands were free, he rubbed his bleeding wrists and winced. The rope burns were bad, having actually cut into his skin and shredding part of the inner layer. It hurt like hell, but he kept quiet.
(Bop)
Tyr nods and released his hands easily. He inspected the cuts. "How unfortunate…" He mutters. "We'll wrap those up and clean them, yes?" He hands the other his food before standing and stretching in a relaxed manner. He hummed, looking over his shoulder.
Scipio remained silent and started eating the food. His hands were noticeably shaking from the wounds, but he would never allow Tyr to feed him. He wouldn't stoop that low. He was still capable of feeding himself, and so he did.
Tyr hummed as he watched the other before walking behind the male, rummaging around the cupboards hidden in the dark. He withdraws something and comes back out. He walks to the male and places on his back something cold and it latched onto the skin.
Scipio froze and tensed up, turning his head to look at Tyr with a very confused expression. "What the hell did you just put on me?"
"Well. I don't want to put you back in bondage. No, no. So that little piece of metal makes sure that you don't run off." He purred. He hummed as he leaned against the wall, looking around. There was a loud howl before the night went quiet again. Tyr smirked. "Ah. Sounds like she's done hunting." He stood a bit and pushed the door open a little. A beautiful, raven Russian wolf stalks into the room and settles down beside her master, licking at her jowls.
Scipio was still incredibly tense, and noticeably so, especially when the wolf came in. He gave a bit of food to Ragno and held the corgi protectively. If the puppy got near the wolf… He didn't want to think about what might happen. Ragno watched the wolf curiously, barking at it. "Shh… don't draw its attention…" Scipio muttered, holding the dog closer.
"Shade isn't harmful. She only hunts wild things." Tyr replies as he watches the two, rubbing a hand through her fur. She nudges into his hand, licking at his arm. He chuckles and pets her. When she stood on her back paws, she reached his shoulder. When she was standing she was a little above his waist. Her tail wagged with curiosity as she pads forward and sniffs at Ragno and licking his snout before sitting and tilting her head.
Ragno whined happily and Scipio eyed the wolf distrustfully. He had trust issues anyways, but he honestly probably cared about Ragno's life more than his own. He didn't really have much purpose, but the dog… well, he didn't have much purpose either, but society liked him a hell of a lot more than they liked Scipio. Scipio's wrists were very bloody by now, but he was doing his best to ignore it.
Shade whined softly and licked above his wounds, her head tilting. She walked back to Tyr and he ruffled her fur gently. She licked his hand before sitting. He looked at her and sighed. "Fine. Would you like things to heal your wrists?" He asks as he gazes at Scipio. The smell of blood made him lick his lips a little.
"I… I-I don't need help. I'm… fine." Scipio looked away, still holding Ragno close to himself. Wow. For someone who lies all the time, that was pretty shit. Shut up! He hated that he knew he needed help, but he couldn't take it. He just couldn't. You'll die from blood loss eventually. I thought I told you to shut it? (he's kinda arguing with himself oof)
Tyr clicked his tongue and shook his head, "Honestly. No one believes you darling." He walked towards the cupboard and took out some healing supplies. He gently but firmly takes the others wrists, cleaning the wounds and then wrapping them. He did this quickly and expertly, before pulling away. "There."
"I… uh…" Scipio kept staring at the floor, rubbing his wrists absently. "Thanks, I guess…" He muttered, barely audible. Ragno managed to hop off of Scipio's lap and went to sniff the leg of the huge wolf.
Shade looks down and nudges Ragno gently, licking his snout as her tail wagged a little bit. Tyr smiled. "Can't have you bleeding out, now can we?" He asks curiously before his smile dropped a bit.
Scipio glanced up at Tyr. "What? Something wrong?" He asked tiredly. He didn't actually much care, but he noticed the change in Tyr's features.
Tyr shook his head. "No, no. It's nothing. Let's get you to your room, yes?" He hummed before carefully untying Scipio. "I wouldn't recommend making any rash movements." He mutters before standing straight again.
Scipio stood unsteadily and took a moment to catch his balance before following Tyr. He picked up Ragno as they walked and held him close.