Red it is!
Still blindfolded, Ianto could hear movement – he knew the Dragoness was leaving the room, but without sight, he had no idea where she was going. He struggled a little against the ropes that were tying him to the chair; nothing obvious, more testing the strength of the knots. So far, none of the ropes with which he had been bound had been tied tight enough to actually cause physical harm – no chafed skin, no bruising, nothing. The restraints were more tedious and inconvenient than hurtful, but that didn't mean Ianto was happy with being bound – or blindfolded. Not with virtual strangers, at least.
Within seconds, the Dragoness was back in the room. Ianto could tell by her slightly raspy breathing that she was the one who had entered, especially since he could still feel Ivan's looming form standing behind him, radiating heat, and he could hear the crinkling sway of crisp tulle as Muriel moved slightly standing next to him. "Red, red, red! He chose red! Red, red, red!" As she got closer, Ianto could hear her mumbling the same two phrases over and over to herself in a sing-song voice, like a child's skipping tune or something. "Red, red, red! He chose red! Red, red, red!"
The Dragoness turned towards the camera once more. "This is going to be wonderful!" she exclaimed in an overly-loud, overly bright voice. "Are you ready?"
She turned back to face Ianto. "Ivan!" she snapped.
Ianto could her the big man behind him move, pulling himself straight. "Ma'am!" his rumbling voice boomed in response.
"Prepare the prisoner!" the Dragoness demanded.
Ianto heard something solid hit the floor – he had to assume it was the sound of Ivan placing his rifle on the floor – then he felt two massive hands that nearly engulfed his entire head press against either side of his skull, thumbs pressed into the back his skull just above his neck and fingers spanning around to frame his face.
"Hold still, pretty boy! Smile for the dragoness!" With just enough pressure to force him to comply, but not so much he was in danger of snapping Ianto's neck, Ivan forced the captive man's head back, tilting his face towards the ceiling.
"Open his mouth!" the Dragoness demanded next. Now Ianto was starting to get a bit nervous. Surely the daft woman wasn't going to try to force-feed him any of that dreadful decaf coffee, was she? Even the smell of it within the Hub was making him mildly nauseous. He would not be held responsible for his body's instinctive reactions if she actually tried to force him to drink that vile shite!
"This is going to be so much fun!" Muriel sounded very pleased with whatever was going on. Surely she wouldn't be party to the dissemination of decaf, would she?
"Are you ready tea boy?" the Dragoness almost cooed as she finally spoke to Ianto directly for the first time since re-entering the room. The next thing Ianto knew, he could feel something gritty and grainy being poured into his mouth and down his throat. He began to choke in instinctual response, but with his mouth braced open by the henchman's firm grip, he couldn't manage to spit the powder back out of his mouth before it began dissolving.
"Choke on it! Choke on it, pretty boy!" Ivan laughed behind Ianto, muttering directly in the bound man's ear. "Get it all in! Get it all! Take it all!" Ivan laughed. The crazy woman in red was feeding the captive candy. He should work for more evil overlords who thought this was the height of torture…
As the powder started to dissolve enough for Ianto to register what had been poured into his mouth, he relaxed slightly. It was sweet, like sugar, or candy… or sherbet straws…
"And now we just have to wait for the results!" the Dragoness continued. The influx of powder had finally stopped – apparently, this was all he was being 'tortured' with for the moment.
"Swallow it, swallow it!" the Dragoness demanded. It didn't help any when Ivan forced his mouth closed and held it closed until Ianto had no choice but to swallow the rapidly dissolving powder. Around him, he could hear both the Dragoness and her henchwoman Muriel erupting into gales of evil laughter. Periodically, Ivan chuckled as well, but he seemed more focused on making sure Ianto had fully swallowed the mouthful of powdered candy.
The Dragoness' feather duster swished past Ianto's head, apparently to point at Ivan. "That's you're cue, henchman," she demanded.
"Oh, right!" Ivan mumbled. Then he, too, joined into the chorus of villainous laughter with the two women. While the two hench-people kept laughing, the Dragoness turned towards the camera once more.
"See you soon, darling!" she said, blowing a kiss to the lens – and hopefully, the watching Jack on the other end.
Author's Snarky Comment, cleverly disguised as a note: When I was transcribing the video dialogue and writing the text to flesh it out into a readable story, I read this part to my Ianto cosplayer. He looked at me, blinked a few times, then started laughing so hard I thought he was going to fall over. "Did you actually mean to write bad gay porn, or is that just a coincidence?" he finally managed to gasp. Then I thought about what I'd just written, and realized he was right. If I had to imagine what bad gay porn (or I dunno, maybe even good gay porn, I have no idea) sounded like, this seemed like it would fit the bill. So no, you aren't the only one who thought that when you read this section - so I decided to leave it as it was and give everyone a giggle...