Whumptober day 25 — “You better start talking”
Sharp swerve from yesterday, we’re back to the pain everybody :)
Warnings: injury, little blood, torture sort of? some sort of nonconsensual touching (nothing inappropriate)
Twilight awoke in a cell.
Which he probably should have been more concerned about, but this specific situation had happened to him enough that after the initial second or two of panic, he merely sighed, and began twiddling with the ropes tying him to the chair he was seated in.
At least he wasn’t a wolf.
He strained his wrists, trying to break the ropes with sheer force, but the ropes were thick, and knotted rather tight. He couldn’t shift his wrists barely at all, and they already felt a bit raw. Whoever had tied him up had done a good job of it.
Maybe he could move the chair? It was a heavy one, uncomfortable thick wood that he had a feeling would be difficult to drag with his hands and ankles tied, but he had to try something.
He’d just started to pull at it when the door handle rattled.
Twilight froze, and settled back down as if he hadn’t just been planning his imminent escape. The door creaked open, and a woman strode in, a large bodyguard-looking man staying in the doorway.
“Oh good, you’re awake. Now we can get started!” she smiled, and the look of it sent nothing but dread up Twilight’s spine. Smiles like that never boded well for anything.
The woman strode up to him, her dark robes swishing, and stared at him, raking her eyes across him in a way that had Twilight bristling. Her gaze paused on his forehead, and she hummed, tapping a finger to her chin.
“I’m going to ask you a couple of questions, and you’re going to answer them, alright?” she said with a smile. “As long as you answer truthfully, no harm will come to you.”
Twilight barely held in a sigh and inwardly braced himself. There was no way he was getting out of this without at least a couple bruises.
The woman strode up even closer to him then, and took his chin in her hand, giving him an intent look. She brushed a thumb over the marks near his eyes, and Twilight couldn’t help his sharp flinch.
“These marks on your face,” she said curiously, tilting his head to the side, “they’re from dark magic.”
“It’s not dark magic,” Twilight growled.
The woman smiled, pulling him closer. “He does speak! Well then, care to let me in on the secret of what kind of magic it is then?”
Twilight went silent once again.
The woman tittered out a laugh and gripped his chin a bit more tightly, forcing him to look her in the eyes.
“Perhaps you don’t realize who I am. I’m a... scientist of sorts. A collector, if you will, of unusual magic,” she said lightly, but there was a dark edge to her voice. “I run experiments on magic used by those such as yourself, and I’m in need of information on this.”
And she held up Twilight’s shadow crystal, dangling it in front of his face.
Twilight’s eyes widened, then narrowed, and he watched in silence as she ran a slow finger along the crystal, the curse seemingly ineffective against her.
Who was this woman?
“Now then. You better start talking,” she smiled, and the expression she made was somehow more terrifying then most of the monsters Twilight had fought for most of his career. But he kept his mouth shut, turning his head away and refusing to meet her eyes.
Her hand suddenly settled on his shoulder, his pelt and outer layers gone, so he could feel her nails press into his skin a bit when she tightened her grip.
“I asked you a question.”
Twilight closed his eyes and kept his mouth firmly shut.
A hand hit him square on the cheek, making him reel as his head was snapped to the side. He blinked open his eyes in surprise, and the woman stood in front of him with her face narrowed and cold.
“Tell me what sort of magic this is. It’s fascinating; dark magic yet not, a curse worn as a necklace as though it were a tool, you’re covered in its essence. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”
She grabbed his chin again, staring at his face with eager eyes. “Or you.”
“I’m spoken for,” he said shortly, and the woman raised an eyebrow at the fact that he’d spoken again.
“Is that so? Well then you have quite a bit to lose if you don’t tell me what sort of magic it is you possess,” she said in a low voice, and Twilight closed his mouth again.
The woman’s eye twitched, and she motioned the man in the doorway forward.
“Tell me what you know,” she asked yet again, “or you’ll regret it.”
Twilight almost snorted. You’ll regret it? Oh brother, somebody needed to teach this woman some better threats—
Pain slammed into his stomach and he let out a surprised cough, the bodyguard’s fist having socked him right in the gut. He’d knocked the breath right out of him, and Twilight wheezed, trying to suck in some air.
The woman grabbed his chin again and pulled his face up to hers, staring at him coldly.
Her fingernails were biting into his skin, and he let out a quiet hiss of pain as she tightened her grip, feeling blood bead on his chin. She abruptly raked her fingernails across his jaw, and Twilight flinched.
“Tell me what you know,” she snapped, blood on her nails.
Twilight ignored the stinging on his jaw and the fact that breathing was still a bit tricky, and glared at her, refusing to say a word.
She let out an annoyed growl and motioned her bodyguard forwards again, who slammed the chair Twilight was on backwards onto the floor. He winced as it jarred him, then grunted as the man kicked him in ribs.
Due to the ropes he couldn’t even curl around and protect his head or any other of his more vulnerable parts, only lie there and try not to cry out as more and more hits landed all over him. By the time the man finally stopped, every bit of Twilight was sore and tender, and he winced as the woman kneeled down next to him and grabbed his face yet again.
“Still won’t talk?” she asked mildly, and Twilight bared his teeth at her.
She huffed and pulled something out from under her robes, a long, slender rod of sorts, with swirling crimson designs on the tip.
“This is a magic rod of my own creation,” she hummed, turning it so Twilight could see better. “I haven’t had the opportunity to test it out yet. It’s use is fairly simple: it takes any pain the recipient is suffering from and multiplies it by about... mm, ten I’d say.”
She rested the cold metal under Twilight’s chin, and he froze, unable to keep himself from nervously swallowing.
“One last time. Tell me about your magic.”
Twilight breathed in a steadying breath.
He couldn’t tell her what the shadow crystal was, what sort of magic it was made of. Who knew what she would do with it if she knew exactly how powerful it was? He had to protect Hyrule from this insane witch, and he was willing to do whatever it took to do so.
“Never,” Twilight spat.
And his entire body suddenly lit up with pain.
The stinging scratches on his chin turned into pure agony, clawing gashes of white-hot fire. The countless painful bruises on his person were multiplied, nearly every inch of him radiating pain, and one particularly bad spot where he had wondered if the bodyguard might have cracked a rib turned to an agony so intense Twilight nearly blacked out as he screamed.
It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds before it stopped, but it felt like ages before the metal was removed from his chin and the pain died back down.
Twilight went limp, breathing in short gasps as he tried to get ahold of himself, and shuddered when a hand caressed his cheek.
“Impressive. Most men would be nothing more than a sobbing mess by now,” the woman hummed, then idly traced the marks on his forehead. “We’re done here. If you aren’t willing to talk, perhaps one of your friends are.“
Twilight felt his blood freeze.
He’d thought he was the only one here. How many of the other heroes did she have? Was she doing the same to them? Trying to figure out their various magical abilities and artifacts? He could only hope she didn’t have them all, and pray she hadn’t gotten ahold of their more magical members like Time, or spirits forbid Hyrule—
“Don’t you dare lay a hand on them,” he gasped out, and the woman smiled.
“I won’t. So long as you answer my questions.”
“No,” Twilight spat, and ignoring how much everything hurt, pulled at his bonds again.
He had to protect the kingdom from this insane witch, but he also couldn’t allow her to hurt any of the others. He refused.
“They don’t know anything, you won’t get any information out of them,” he panted, breathing still a bit difficult. “It’s pointless to ask them about it.”
The woman continued to smile, and stood up, dropping his chin.
“Well then,” she said, voice gaining a thrum of excitement. “If you won’t tell me what your magic does, and nobody else knows, I’ll just have to find out for myself. Your friends will be helpful I’m sure.”
“No,” Twilight gasped out again, weakly struggling. Pure protective rage for the others swept through him, and he gained back a tiny measure of strength, thrashing in his bonds. The woman merely watched him, looking almost amused at his weak attempts.
Her smile grew as she left the room, sending a shudder up his spine.
“They’ll make excellent test subjects.”