[A/N: Trigger warning. There will be mentions of rape. If you are a victim of this type of abuse, please email me or talk to me on Discord otakuyanderegirl123#2759.]
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Briella and Oliver started running, they didn't know where they were anymore so they just ran. What could they do? They had no weapons, nothing to protect themselves with.
Legs pumping, hearts pounding, they sprinted through the undergrowth. They knew something was chasing them, as there were multiple pairs of footfalls sounding frantically from behind them.
Legs burning, chest hurting, they carried on sprinting. Until they were both flung into the air, they felt a burning pain around their ankle before their world was turned upside down.
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[Name] screamed for them to stop. He could stand the physical torture, being burned, and everything else. They touched him, he could still feel their hands roaming his body. He was so tired. [Name] felt disgusting. They drugged him and then used him. He can still feel the after-effects of the drugs.
Castiel walked in silently, seeing the defeated male, lying on the bed. [Eye Colour] eyes dull, none of the previous light that had been there. Castiel had heard of the recent torture methods, subjecting him to sexual abuse. That was something that truly hurt [Name], and it hurt Castiel too. It made him sick to his stomach of what he had heard and sometimes even bear witness. They used him as a plaything, forcing him to endure their messed up kinks, they also put [Name] under a spell to take them and whisper sin into their ears. Some even took it further, drugging him with potions that made him go wild like a wolf in a rut, wanting to mate with everything that moves. It was senile. Castiel had thrown up the contents of his stomach many times watching this.
"Are you just going to stand there?"
Castiel closed the door and cast a silencing spell around the room so no one could eavesdrop.
"You won't be alive any longer if you stay here," Castiel sighed, "We're going to get you out of here and we will be trying to protect the village you love so much."
"Why would you help me though? You're leaving everything you have ever known to just help me escape."
"But you have shown me that the world can be different, everything has two sides, and it is just up to the person to interpret it however they want."
[Name] looked at him blankly. He didn't think he had that much effect on the characters around him.
'Please continue with the original mission. Completion is at 77%. Keep up the hard work. If this goes down before Host dies, then your soul will be terminated.'
'Terminated?'
'Destroyed, no chance of resurrection.'
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"Is everything ready? When will we be able to lay siege to the village?" asked Demetri.
"I believe everything is in order," Proculeius looked at the parchments, then at the vampire, "Did you have fun with the prisoner?"
Demetri's eyes glowed with lust at the memory, "God, yes. I had a lot of fun."
Proculeius looked at his friend with slight disgust, he never agreed with raping prisoners, torturing them physically is enough. Mentally is enough, but taking something so precious? No, even he is not that inhumane. But, he is not as vengeful as vampires. Vampires are good at holding grudges.
"Oh, calm down," Demetri looked at his friend, grin slowly fading, "Others did it too. I wasn't the-"
"So? Your actions, to me, are still inexcusable. We have talked about this before, but it's in you're nature. I don't care what you do, just don't tell me of the atrocities that you have committed."
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'What's my completion percentage?'
'77% completion.'
[Name] deflated slightly at the number, he cried out slightly when the carriage bumped over a hole in the path, irritating his injuries. The hay around him did nothing to help and the overpowering stench of horse manure seemed to be suffocating him.
There was muffled talking and then he heard footsteps coming around the back, [Name] held his breath and tensed, keeping as still as he could. The voices spoke up again before they carried on their way, [Name] thinks that they were going past the final checkpoint. That means that after they get a good way from here, they would not be able to get tracked, they had already weakened the tattoo greatly on Castiel, it was a mere mark on his wrist now, which means that they have an amazing chance of getting away unscathed.
The carriage made a steady pace and they managed to reach the village non long before night fell. Although there was a slight hassle in getting into the village, the guards at the gate were much stricter and less lenient than they had been when [Name] had first entered the village.
They entered the village and after stowing the carriage and the horse away, Castiel helped [Name] our from under the hay and then helped him to the clinic. Castiel took [Name] to the clinic, and they waited there for a while before the door finally opened.
Lucy was resting and was woken up by the incessant ringing of their doorbell, she wondered who was ringing this late into the night. She hurried to thrown on a gown over her nightdress and ran down the stairs and opened the door.
Suffice to say, she was absolutely shocked by the two people standing there in the cold. One of them smelling strongly of horse manure and looking haggard, looking more worse for wear. The other was wearing a thick coat and looked peculiar, there was a peculiar look to the other, he had runes tattooed to the sides of his face and then down his neck.
Shaking her head, she motioned for them to come in. Lucy helped the other to bring the injured one to one of the beds that were laid out front to treat him.
She had just been so tired because of the disappearance of her sister.
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Oliver and Briella were gagged and tied up, in a damp place and silhouettes flitting over them, the forest groaned and creaked.