I wrote this a few months ago with the intention of posting it, but then I got busy with other things. I forgot about it, but found it the other day. I kind of like it.
Bound
Chapter 1
Sometimes he pulls just to be sure that he's still chained to the wall. As if something had changed since the last time he had done it. Nothing. Just like always. He knew though, that in a few hours, he'd try again.
Glancing across the room, he saw that Max was still sleeping. Fang spit on the ground and stared at it until he heard her stir sometime later. Her breathing had gotten worse recently. He heard someone say that she had a chest infection. He wasn't sure how serious that was, but assumed that it wouldn't get any better in this dank cell they had them in.
"M…" he trailed off, trying to get his voice to work. "Max?"
She shifted slightly, but he couldn't be sure if she responded. He had gotten hard of hearing as of recent. Max wasn't as chained down as Fang, not anymore. She was too weak to be much of a threat. Also, they didn't want her as badly damaged as him. He was just a 'reward' for whoever was the top scientist of the week. They got him to test out any of their new experiments.
"Okay?" He whispered again after a few minutes. Whereas he had his arms chained to the wall, Max was chained to the floor, like a dog. She could move around still. Sitting up took a lot out of her typically, so he was shocked when she did so.
He saw her mouth move, but couldn't hear what she said, if she said anything. Over the years, he had gotten pretty good at lip reading. Water. Max wanted water. It almost made him laugh.
"You know as well as I do there's none of that."
Max stayed sitting up for a few more moments before laying back down. She went to sleep, he figured. Again, Fang pulled against the wall, but he was only met with an everlasting resistance. Breathing deeply for awhile, he tried to clear his throat of any mucus before screaming.
"Hey! Water! Can she get some fucking water?"
Nothing. He wasn't expecting much. Really, he was just putting on a show for Max, as if he still had any control. Ha.
Watching her mouth, Fang saw her whisper thank you. So she wasn't asleep. Or maybe he had woken her up with his yelling. Either way, at least his goal had been accomplished, kind of.
Tom. Tom. Tom. Tom.
"Tom, huh?" Fang snorted as the guy came in with a key. The guy seemed shocked that Fang knew his name before looking down and realizing he wore a nametag. All the new recruits did. "Thomas? Bet that's your real name. Is it what your mommy calls you?"
"Shut the fuck up, trash," he said, coming closer to Fang. The second he was in the vicinity of the bound man, he got a kick to the balls.
"Don't teach you that, do they?" Fang laughed as the man fell back with pain. "Don't chain my feet anymore. Should've noticed that. You won't last a week."
"Still putting up a fight?"
Fang looked towards the doorway and saw Belinda walk in. How he hated that woman. He just sneered at her.
"I get the newbies now? Ain't even worth your time?"
Ignoring him, the woman went over to Max's sleeping form. She looked at the empty pan next to her before the one next to Fang. He saw this and got angry again.
"You haven't given us water or any food. She's going to die."
"No, she's not." Writing something down, the woman turned to Tom. "Refill their dishes before you take him to the bio-lab." Before walking to the door, she turned and looked at Fang. "No more resistance. It's futile."
"And?"
Lifting up her foot, Belinda dropped it on Max's arm, making her scream, rolling away. Belinda looked back at Fang with the same flat face she always had.
"We all make choices. They affect others. You know this."
"Traitor," he screamed, pulling against his chains. But, just like resisting, it was futile. Tom left, taking their pans with him.
"Why?"
Fang glanced at Max. "What?"
"Why?"
"I didn't know that she would do that to you."
"Always does." She curled up, holding her arm to her. "Never."
"Never what?"
"I never do that to you."
"Yeah, well, that's you. This is me." He stopped struggling, now just hanging there. "You'll get your damn water now. Soon as that boy gets back."
He got no response, but he knew that she wasn't sleeping. Sighing a little, he waited for Tom to return. When he finally did, Fang had been dozing a little and was only awoke when he felt his wrists get freed. He tried to take action and lunge like usual, but his feet got in the way and he fell. Quickly, his hands were rebound, though this time he was not chained to the wall. Rookie mistake.
Glancing over at Max, he saw that she was laying down next to her pan of water, using one cupped hand to bring water to her face. Her eyes though were staring at him. She noticed the same mistake he had. She sat up to watch Fang's attack on Tom, but didn't move to aide him in the slightest.
Fang jerked away from Tom before bringing his cuffed hands up, leveling them with the other man's head. Swinging slightly, Fang rammed them into the side of Tom's head, making the other man fall.
The key. The key. Where was the-
"Once again, you bring me to do the unnecessary."
Wincing as he was suddenly flung back against the stone wall, Fang looked up into the face of his attacker. It was one of Belinda's lackeys. The bigger man forced Fang onto the ground, making sure that he was facing Max.
Belinda, the one who had spoke, walked into the room. "You didn't really think that I would let that fool come in here without following him, did you? Honestly, XK429, you've become so….so…thoughtless. I came with him the first time, did I not?"
"Fang! My name's Fang!"
Max scurried back as Belinda approached her, trying to make herself as small as possible against the wall. She really had no other way to defend herself these days. She was so…weak. As if she didn't care about getting out anymore. She never even tried. It disgusted Fang.
"Just leave her alone! What did she fucking do?"
Bending down, Belinda got into Max's face. Fang tried to concentrate on the other woman's ass, if only to distract him from the slap Max got. Tried to ignore the way that Max just took that. Besides, Belinda wasn't that horrible looking.
Saying nothing, Max just laid back down, hoping that the woman would leave her alone. Once again, she got stepped on, this time in the stomach. Fang tried to pull away from the heavy man that was holding him down, but it was useless. Most of life was, really.
"Let him up," Belinda said, standing.
"He'll try to-" Tom started, but she cut him off.
"No, he won't." She knew this as a fact. What could he do? Anything he tried would only lead to failure and Max being injured. "Uncuff him, James."
The man did so, but still held him down until his boss was out of the room. Tom tried to take a swipe at Fang, but James hauled him out of the room.
"Floor until I leave," the lackey warned. The second the door was shut behind all of them, Fang rushed over to Max, gathering her into his arms.
"Are you okay? Huh?"
She pushed away from him. "You hurt me."
"I don't, Max! They do. They did that. She did that." He finally laid her back down on the ground. Grabbing her pan, he held it up to her mouth, making her drink a little. "There. You're okay."
She had a huge coughing fit after that and Fang had to give her half of his water ration, but they agreed to save the rest for later, just in case they weren't watered again.
Fang was so thirsty as they laid down on the ground, next to each other for once. Belinda randomly did this to him, allowed him to freely roam the small cell. He didn't understand what purpose it served, really, but figured it was another one of her mind games that she would play with him. Regardless, Fang always took it as an opportunity to cuddle with Max. Maybe more, but not this time. She clearly wasn't up for it.
Fang forced her to let him lift up her shirt and let him see the bruise that Belinda had left. It was hard to distinguish between all the others that she had. Kissing her stomach, Fang put her shirt back down before just holding her. As disgusted as he was with her, he knew that she too was disgusted with him. Turned out that they only had ten minutes anyways.
"Are you ready now?"
No. He wanted to say that, but instead just stood and walked towards the blinding light that the doorway gave off. Belinda's shadow fell over the room, making Max back away, her fingers slipping out of Fang's as he walked away.
"You've shit yourself," Belinda mused as Fang was handcuffed again, this time behind his back.
"That happens when you're chained to a wall for two weeks."
"Showers first, James," she said, walking slightly behind the pair as James led Fang down the vast hallways. "I'm sure she has too."
"Probably."
"I would figure you would know, the way you were pressed against her."
"Don't really tell these days," he said, trying to remind cordial, if only to spare Max the punishment later. "Smells gone, it would seem."
"Yes, it would." She turned off at a hallway, but they kept on. James took him into the showers, undoing his cuffs to allow him to strips himself of his tattered rags that he wore. Looking at them for a second, James told Fang to get in the shower at the right before turning to the guard at the entrance of the room and telling him they would need more clothes. Fang couldn't put those back on. He also ordered a shower for Max, which Fang would have thought was a nice gesture, had he not known that she would no doubt be raped while in there.
Fang's shower was quick and when it was done, he was immediately recuffed and led to the bio-lab. Belinda was there with another scientist, both chatting nonchalantly, as it they both worked for a law firm.
"Cleaned up, I can assume?" Belinda smiled at Fang as he was forcibly strapped down to a table by James. After that, the man went over to the woman Belinda had been talking to and kissed her. So James finally had someone. Good for him. Fang closed his eyes, not wanting to stare at the ceiling.
When he felt a hand on stomach, Fang opened his eyes to find Belinda's brown hair in his face. She was bent over him, running her hand down his chest. Fang twisted a little as she came to his crotch. She smiled at him before squeezing him. He had been expecting this, but none the less let out a breathy gasp.
"S-Stop," he mumbled, but did he really want her to? He wasn't sure. None the less, he tried to get away from her, but she continued to toy with him.
"You treat all of your experiments this way?" The other woman asked as James left the room, clearly not wanting to be present for this.
"Just the ones I like," Belinda said, smiling at Fang again. He didn't look at her though as she played with him. It didn't last long.
Next, Fang got to be injected with a few things. He wasn't sure which he liked more. Finally, one of the injections caused him to pass out, which Fang was thankful for. When he woke up, he was chained again, to his wall.
"She tells me everything she does to you."
Max was clearly feeling better. Fang glanced at over to her usual spot, but was shocked to find that she wasn't chained. Instead, she was sitting next to him, clearly showered and smelling alright again. Maybe it wasn't that his smelling was gone as much as his mind was kind enough to pick out what he was allowed to smell and what he wasn't. How nice.
"You look better."
Max nodded. "I was fed. I always am, with Hector."
Fang pulled against his chains. Hector ranked slightly higher than Belinda and thoroughly enjoyed his power as much as her. He enjoyed sexually abusing Max, but unlike with Fang, she got paid for what she suffered through with food. Well, she suffered. Part of Fang sickly took pleasure what he was given, though he couldn't understand why. He figured it wasn't so much that he enjoyed it as it was just his body reacting to what was done to him.
"I kept some for you."
"I'm not hungry."
Max made him eat before laying down on the ground in front of him. "Belinda was here."
"You said before. That she told you something."
"Yes." Max closed her eyes. "They didn't chain me."
"How thoughtful."
"She said she didn't so that I could pleasure you. She enjoys the thought of it, she said."
"Lift up my shirt, Max," he said, ignoring her previous statement. "See if I'm bleeding."
"You are," she informed him, though she didn't move from her spot on the ground. "She said that they slit you. They're going to let your wounds get infected so that they can test out some new fluid they have."
She had another coughing fit before Fang just left her alone. He shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, but it was useless. He had no way to the know the time for certain, but it was around an hour later that someone came in. It was one of the random workers that Fang didn't know. They rose Max before leading her away. Fang went to sleep after that.
It felt like a sudden thing, but he had no sense of time to know, his hands being freed. Frowning, he flung his eyes open to see someone exiting before Max was on him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Wh-"
She kissed him before pulling him down. Fang winced as his arms began to move for the first time in he wasn't sure how long. Max couldn't have been gone that long, could she?
"What's wrong?" He asked as she pulled away from him.
"They want us to."
"They?"
She nodded before pulling off his shirt. "Now, Fang."
Not wanting to argue with her, and honestly needing this himself, Fang pushed her back down on the ground and went for her shirt. Max gasped a little as he lifted it off. He had hurt her somehow. Frowning, he checked to see why.
"What the fuck did they do to you?"
Max sat up on her elbows, staring into his eyes. "He burned me, that's all. It's not that bad."
"And bit you," Fang mumbled, leaning closer to inspect. "He fucking bit you."
"Yeah."
It made Fang sick, looking at her stomach. Pushing away from her, he looked up at the ceiling. He had no clue where the camera was in the holding cell, but knew that one existed.
"I'm not doing it. You're fucking disgusting!"
"Fang-"
"No, Max." He glanced at her. "I'm not. Let them chain me back up, torture me, whatever, but I'm not. I'm done with their sick games."
Max took in a breath as she sat all the way up and Fang knew that she was in pain. "You don't want to have sex with me."
"No," he admitted. "I don't."
He watched as she crawled away from him. Sighing, he grabbed his pan of water and followed her.
"What-"
"Shhh. They're going to come back and chain me soon. Let me take care of your wounds."
Max laid back down on the ground and Fang did the best he could for her. He took off his shirt and ripped it up, wrapping some cuts that she had on her arms before taking the remaining strips and wrapping them around his sides.
"They'll probably make me takes this off," Fang mumbled to Max as he poured the last bit of water on her stomach, wanting to disinfect the wounds as much as he could with what little they had. Then he tried to kiss her head, but Max resisted. "What?"
"I disgust you."
"Sometimes. I do you too."
She shook her head. "No."
"You're weak. Sleep."
"He'll be angry. We didn't listen to him. He's going to-"
"Sleep, Max." He pushed her hair out of her face. "Just sleep. There's nothing more to be said or done."
"You look so much better without all this hair, XK429."
He bit his tongue as his head was shaved, not wanting the razor used for anything else that day. He couldn't help but let out a yelp when it cut over a healing sore on his head, making Belinda squeal with pleasure. Luckily for him, she wasn't the one doing the shaving.
"I'm going to need you to shave down their too, George," she told the man as he moved onto the other side of Fang's head.
"Huh?"
"You know."
The man shook his head. "You're on your own with manscaping, Belinda."
"All the better, eh?" She smiled at Fang, but he just shut his eyes again.
It was about a week later and Max was nowhere to be found. This happened randomly, so Fang wasn't too worried. If something was really wrong with her, he was sure that Belinda would take great pleasure in telling him immediately. He had heard her mention that they were moving buildings, which probably had to do with Max's disappearance. Maybe she was already there. Maybe. He refused to bring it up to Belinda or any other guard, for fear of punishment towards him or Max. He'd just have to wait and see.
Belinda took her time shaving Fang, and other things, before taking him to the gym like room in the building for strength testing. After that, she led him back to his room, which was still Max-less. He sighed a little as she chained him.
"What? Disappointed that I'm leaving you?"
"Hardly," he commented dryly.
"Miss your little birdy friend then, I can guess?"
Fang just snorted. She looked like she was going to tell him something when her cell phone went off. She locked his chains before leaving.
It wasn't so bad without Max. Just different. It was easier to sleep, if only because he wasn't roused by her coughing fits every few minutes. And her raspy breathing being gone wasn't that bad either. Her being there was just a comfort thing really. They had been together constantly the past few years, locked up in chains with only each other. Her absence was like that of a night light to a child. You don't really need it, but once it's gone, you still have that nagging fear that the monsters will come get you. Fang had learned, though, that here, the monsters get you with your safety blanket or without.