Scipio shivered, his anxiety sure as hell not going away. He held his breath again, though his racing heart was visible through the artery on his neck. He was trying to be as calm as possible, but really, he was basically still just a kid, and he was scared. Scared for his life, scared for Ragno's life, scared of what Tyr might do to him while he couldn't fight back… His mask had been removed by now, making his large, icy eyes more visible than ever.
"Such beautiful eyes…" He mutters, gazing at the other, his rich brown eyes filled with hunger. He could practically taste the others fear. "I'm not going to hurt you…" He purrs. "So beautiful…" He mutters before slowly pulling away. "You must be starving." He chuckles softly, releasing his chin so he could straighten. Being 6'3 did have its downside. He hummed with satisfaction before stretching. "I suppose I should feed you, hmm?"
"Funny how you expect me to just trust that any food you give me isn't poisoned…" Scipio said softly, looking down at Ragno. After a few failed attempts, the pup managed to clamber onto Scipio's lap and curl up into a little ball. Scipio shifted his wrists and winced again. I hope this doesn't leave scars… although I suppose it wouldn't matter much if he ends up killing me.
"Ah, come now. All this trouble of keeping you alive? Just to poison you? I think not." He smirks and places a feather light kiss on his forehead. "No, no. I would never dream of doing such a thing." He smirks as he watched Ragno clamber up into Scipio's lap. "Now. I have a little game. If you're good, you get rewards, such as more moving space, more food, etcetera. If you… misbehave, punishment… And I'm sure you wouldn't want to know what those punishments are~" He purrs lowly.
Scipio didn't seem too happy, but when he turned his eyes up to Tyr, he seemed to be submissive. Ragno whined happily for some reason, as he was prone to doing, and more blood trickled off of Scipio's hands. I don't care for games like this, but I haven't really got a choice. I'm stubborn, but not stupid. I suppose I'll just have to trust he won't kill me for the time being…
"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.
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.
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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.