Author's Note: Hi guys I'm so sorry for not posting anything. I live in Panama City, Florida. My family and I were affected by Hurricane Michael. We lost a lot of our stuff. FEMA and my job have helped us some, but it's up to us to pick up the pieces. It's been hard on us these past several weeks, but a lot of people are worse off than we are. We lost clothes and electronics. Whereas people have lost everything from their home to their job.

When I stepped out for the first time after the storm moved on, it looked like an atomic bomb went off. It's sad seeing all the damage Michael did. My heart continues to break when I see the remaining damage. I grew up here, made a life here, but that changed in an instant. Stores, restaurants, family businesses, etc I saw every day are gone. 90% of my neighborhood is either condemned or has restricted access. Families are being forced to move.

Anyways, this story is a tad different. I'm stepping out of my comfort zone a bit. I hope you like it

Not related to my Seizure Procedure Series.

"I'll die before I talk," Hiccup spat. He was not going to tell these murderers where Toothless was.

"And die you shall," the leader of the group sneered. "But not before we get some answers. Take him to the ship and lock him in a cage. Make sure he's chained up."

Hiccup sat in the corner his cage. He could feel them sailing away from the island. The leader left a few of his men to search for Toothless and Dagur. His good leg was chained to the wall farthest from the door of the cage. The chain was to short for him to reach the aforementioned door. Directly across from him, was Gronkle and a Deadly Nadder. They were locked up in the same cage and huddled together.

They were smaller than normal size for their species. Hiccup was positive they weren't babies. These two dragons were fully grown, sharing a cramped cage. They had no room to grow

After an hour of sailing, Hiccup heard the anchor being dropped. The Dragon Rider figured they were probably in the middle of the ocean, far enough away from any islands where people might be able to hear him scream.

A few minutes later Hiccup heard two sets of heavy footsteps coming toward him. He stood up, ready to face his abductors. One of the men stepped in front of the door and unlocked it. The door swung upward and the two men walked in.

Hiccup recognized the one in the red vest as the leader. "You'll never break me."

"Care to place a wager on that, boy?" The leader threatened. "We have ways that can make even the strongest of men talk."

"Do your worst," Hiccup dared. "I've defeated the Red Death and lived. Nothing you do will even compare."

Hiccup knew it was stupid of him to challenge Dragon Hunters, but stupid was all he had right now. Toothless was in no shape to even try looking for him, let alone swim to him. Dagur ran off to protect his own hide. None of the Riders knew where he was. So yeah, stupid was all he had if he wanted to live long enough to be rescued.

The leader laughed at Hiccup before turning to his soldier. "Go get my kit, a table, and a stool. Ooh and have the cook make codfish stew. I'll be hungry after I've finished."

Hiccup back up against the wall. He was beginning to form an idea of what the man was going to do. He hoped it would only be used as last resort kind of a thing if breaking his bones and slicing his skin open didn't work.

The man left to go get what he was told and slammed the door closed on his way out. The leader inched forward. "We're going to be here a while, so let's put a name to the face you'll see every time you close your eyes. You, Hiccup Haddock, can call me Verne. Now let's get down business."

Verne closed the space between him and Hiccup. He grabbed the one-legged Viking by his tonic and lifted him into the air, with one hand. With the other, he cut the rope around Hiccup's wrist. As the rope fell, he dropped the knife and grabbed the younger man's left arm, while letting go of the tunic.

Hiccup feet, er foot grazed the ground while Verne raised his arm above his head. He could feel his muscles stretching apart and his shoulder felt like snapping. He did his best to hide his discomfort. This was nothing. He was always dislocating his shoulder. Crashing out of the sky had a tendency to be the reason why.

It was annoying and hurt, but he could live with it. He looked up at Verne who was smiling. Before Hiccup could blink, Verne bent his arm, snapping the bones in his forearm and dropped him.

Hiccup let out a yelp as he landed on his knees and cradled his broken arm. Verne let a laugh of joy. "Not so tough now are you?"

Hiccup swallowed thickly and pushed the pain into the back of his mind. He stood and let go of his arm which hung limply at his side. "As I said, I've defeated the Red Death. You're going to have to do better than that if you want me to talk."

"It's like you want it or something," Verne chuckled. At that moment, the Hunter reemerged on the other side of the cage, he was carrying a stool and a wooden box. Behind him, two more Hunters were carrying a table.

The first Hunter set the stool and box down, before unlocking and opening the cage. The other two brought the table in and set in a corner. The box was set on top of the table and the stool in another corner.

"Curtain the door, and leave us in peace. Stay within earshot," Verne ordered. The three Hunters walked out. Two of them placed a black curtain over the cage after shutting the door.

For a moment the only source of light was coming through the small cracks in the hull. Verne walked over to the table and dumped the contents out of the box. He grabbed a few candles and a match. The cage was now dimly lit.

"Back when I was a lad, I had the honor of learning the art of getting answers by watching Viggo's grandfather. I would spend hours watching him work over the biggest men I had ever seen," Verne said as he examined the contents of his box. "One day he had a prisoner who refused to tell him where the dragons were hiding. We knew he cared about them and that he hid them. Grimborn exhausted all his usual methods of getting answers. I watched as he defiled the man, all the while, the prisoner listed all the dragon hideouts and who was protecting them. It lasted for about an hour. At first, I thought it was a horrible thing to do, but then I realized it the only surefire way to get answers. That and a Bloody Eagle. This way is far cleaner and prisoner lives to do it all over again."

Hiccup stared at the man, while he talked, Verne's cock had started to throb beneath his trousers. The Hunter was getting off just thinking about the past.

Hiccup had heard stories about men being sodomized against their will. They would be shunned for partaking the role of the female. The victim could plead his case, and claim he didn't enjoy it. In order to prove he didn't enjoy it, the man who did it to him in the first place would be allowed to do it again. If the victim made a noise that sounds like enjoyment, he was found at fault and exiled, forced to sail to the end of the Earth.

The Dragon Rider didn't want that. The stories were horrible enough. Living it would be much worse. He would never be able to face the world again.

"You can avoid all that, by telling me where that dragon is," Verne threatened.

Hiccup set his jaw and didn't speak. He might never be able to face the world again, but it would be worth it to ensure that Toothless remained safe.

Verne shrugged and walked over to Hiccup. "Very well. Let's see how long you last. If I'm lucky I might get use you as a plaything."

The Hunter pulled the stool over to Hiccup and forced him to sit. The man tied each limb to a leg of the stool, ensuring that Hiccup couldn't move.

Once Hiccup was secure, Verne held nothing back and began to punch Hiccup, swinging wildly. He was just getting started.

Dagur walked into the cave he had called home for the past several months and saw that Toothless was still unconscious. He couldn't force the dragon awake. No, he had to wait for the antidote to take full effect. Who knew how long that would be.

Verne threw punches into Hiccup's scrawny body, without mercy. The boy was bleeding from several cuts, bruises were forming. He was pretty sure he broke some ribs.

The Hunter was surprised at the willpower the twig sized boy possessed. That didn't matter, he'd already told the boy what he would resort to if he didn't talk. Fortunately for him, all that was coming out of his mouth were grunts that had followed each blow.

As he stepped away from the boy, he could hear the distinct sound of one spitting out a mouth full of blood and saliva. He picked up a frayed switch off the table. Normally he reserved such a tool for the wild ladies he brought on board, but he needed answers.

He turned and walked by over to Hiccup and moved into position behind him.

"Whipping," Hiccup remarked. "That's original."

Growing up, Hiccup had seen several people be whipped in the town square after committing thefts and other petty crimes. Depending on the severity of the crime, it was determined how many lashes the criminal would receive. He had once seen a repeat offender take twenty-something lashes like it was nothing. Hiccup came to the conclusion that the guy enjoyed being whipped, despite how painful it was.

"But it works," Verne stated. "Let's see how long you can hold out." With that said, he raised the whip and brought it down hard against Hiccup's back, breaking through the leather on the first try.