It doesn't take long before Ghirahim returns. Gripped loosely in his gloved hands are a pair of leather cuffs. Link casts a nervous glance at the demon, who in turn flashes a radiant smile.
"I had these custom made, skychild." With a snap of his fingers, he teleports only mere inches away from Link's face and kneels to his height. Link grinds his teeth in irritation. Knowing Ghirahim, he would probably be thrown into a dungeon and left to starve to death. Or perhaps not. So far, Ghirahim seems to prefer to toy with him. Death will not come for some time. And for this Link is glad. Hatred burns fiercely in the depths of his heart and he wants nothing more than to take it out on this demon. He will avenge Zelda and all the others who had fallen trying to stifle this terrible curse.
"You have a terrible look in your eyes," Ghirahim comments as he fastens the cuffs around the boy's wrists. "I like it. You're certainly a bit of a challenge. You always have been," he confesses with a sigh. "But by the time I'm done with you, you'll submit completely to my will." A self-satisfied smirk rests on his lips. They are terribly feminine for a man, but this is hardly surprising. With just one glance at the demon's delicate hands, it becomes obvious that he has never had to do any dirty work in his life.
"While you were asleep I measured the size of your wrists to make sure the cuffs would fit properly. They do. And of course I measured various other things as well..," As Ghirahim stands back up, a bokoblin scurries into the room. It nearly runs into the demon and immediately utters an apology in a foreign language Link is only too familiar with. A set of skeleton keys clatter onto the ground.
The bokoblin shudders under its master's unwavering glare. Ghirahim tsks. The wretched little creature was supposed to have handed him the keys much earlier that day. "I already had to punish one of its kin earlier today," he mutters, his voice dripped with disgust. "The appalling little piece of filth failed to obey my orders in time. I don't take that sort of thing lightly." The bokoblin dips its head in shame and exits the room. Link can't help but find this interaction weird. This bokoblin seemed to be more intelligent than the others he had encountered.
"My sincere apologies, skychild. But I am going to be very busy today altering this peculiar world to my own liking." He gestured for Link to stand up as well. The cuffs made this difficult.
"Should you act up or even attempt to escape your chambers, I will skin you just as I did with a certain bokoblin earlier today. Are we clear?"
The fallen hero nods. He can feel his heart grow cold as his mind races with all the wonderful ways he could torture this demon. Oh, if only he had the chance.
As Ghirahim escorts him to his chambers, Link grins widely. Oh yes, he would have his revenge.