forum "Shhh... it will be okay..." //OxO, CLOSED//

Started January 26, 2020 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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Jack’s head went back slightly at the force of the punch, blood trickling down from his nose. He laughed, actually laughed. Dry and loud.

With a shout of frustration, he threw the guy to the side. "You bastard," he said, growling.

Jack fell to the ground, landing hard on his arms, “Me? I haven’t down anything! You’re the one who doesn’t have the guts to kill me.” He laughed.

"Oh, absolutely I do," Kade said, a sinister smile growing on his face. "But I don't need to do it here." Having regained his composure, he wiggled his fingers at Jack. "Slowly and painfully, that's the way to go." He glanced around at the crowd of soldiers watching them. "Although I don't trust these men not to try to save you while I'm at work, so…" He shrugged. "Time to go, little boy."

Jack shrugged, masking how truely scared he was with a demeanour of nonchalance, “Do your worst fatty.” He stood, brushing off the dirt on his arms and legs as if he was just going to the local store and not some place where he was going to get tortured.

"Oh, I will." Kade's smirk grew as he said this, and he kicked out his foot, flicking his sword into the air, and into his hand. He swung at Jack, and hit him on the temple with the hilt, to knock him out.

Jack hadn’t expected to be hit so hard. He’d known Kade would have done something but… guess he wasn’t as good a fighter as he had thought. He blacked out in a matter of seconds, vision going black as he fell once again back to the floor, body limp.

Smiling victoriously, Kade heaved the smaller man over his shoulder and turned to the soldiers. "I won," he said cheerfully. His men cheered, and the opposite side growled. But, honor bound as they were, they couldn't do anything.

Kade climbed aboard his horse and set the unconscious Jack in front of him, none too gently. Kicking his heels into his horse, they were off.

Later, Jack would awaken in a richly furnished room - with a locked door keeping him in.

Jack woke about an hour later, disoriented and confused for a few moments before he realised what had happened. He cursed softly, standing from where he’d been lying on a couch. His head spun, probably from the force of the impact to his head.

He wrapped his arms around his stomach, accessing the room.

It was clean, with red drapes hanging from the walls. There was a large feather bed and a dresser in the room. Two coverings pulled back revealed a bathing area and a changing area. A desk was there, too, and several comfy chairs.

Jack honestly marvelled in how nice it was. It was better then anything he’d ever grown up with or even lived in recently. The small male ran his hand over the wood of the desk, sighing softly.

A knock on the door sounded. A maid unlocked the door to Jack's prison - sorry, I mean room - holding a tray of deliscious smelling food. She placed it on the desk, and, without looking at him, left.

Jack watched her carefully, eyes trained on her as she came and left. He looked down at the food, wrinkling his nose at it before poking it with his fork. There was a high chance it could be poisoned and he didn't want to take the risk and eat it. Also, he just generally wasn't hungry but, he sat, just poking at it.

"Sir, he's awake," the maid said, bowing to Kade.

Kade laughed. "That I don't doubt. I'd be concerned it he was. Four days is a long time to sleep." He stretched his arms above his head, back popping, then leaned back in his couch. "You didn't poison the food, correct?"

The maid nodded.

Eventually, Jack took the tiniest bite, enough to just taste and well, if he was poisoned so be it. It didn’t taste horrible, much to his surprise and he took another small bite. He ate about a quarter, maybe a little more of the food before he pushed it away and stood, sighing. He wanted something to do.

"Your Highness, shouldn't we just, you know… kill him?"

Kade laughed, but his teeth flashed. "Oh, no, advisor. You should know, I like to play with my prey before I kill it."

He stood. He had changed into some cleaner clothes, although his outfit was not really any different. Just the pants and shirt and knife belt. But these ones were black, so that no blood would show.

He opened the door to Jack's room, and leaned in the doorway, smiling like he didn't have a care in the world. "Hello," he said serenely.

Jack very nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden noise, turning to face the door with a look that was half a glare and half a 'what the hell do you want' type of look, "Hi."

"How do you like the room?" Kade asked cheerfully, acting completely oblivious to the glare. "I chose it just for you. I'll admit, it's a bit lavish for my taste, but it stuck me as the kind of room you'd like."

Jack shrugged a shoulder, walking over to the drapes and thumbing the fabric between his fingers, "I'm not really a red person. More of a blue or a purple one but eh, whatever," He sighed, "It's… nice, though." He admitted.

Kade shrugged. "Good. Glad you like it." He frowned at the partially uneaten food. "What, don't you like the food? Ingrid is a fantastic cook."

Jack looked towards the food then when back to looking around the room, doing everything to not look at Kade, "Oh, no the food was fine. I just wasn't that hungry."

"Dude, you've been asleep for 33 hours. You've got to be hungry."