Chapter 2

The first thing Etho noticed when he awoke was that his mask was still in place on his face.

The second thing he awoke to was a sharp throbbing in his arms and legs. Biting back a hiss of pain, he opened his eyes and looked around to figure out why he was in such pain and sitting upright.

He appeared to be in a dark room, plain stone walls on all sides he could see, and a stone floor. The roof above seemed to be some basalt variant and a darkened redstone lamp was above his head, implying an almost spotlight effect on where he was sitting when turned on. Looking more at himself, he could see that there were spiked cuffs on his wrists, ankles, and neck; spiked in such a way that the spikes were on the insides of the cuffs, so that each movement of those affected body parts dug them further into the spikes and causing him more pain. Admittedly, the ones on his wrists and ankles were already in fairly deep due to how tight his captor had adjusted them. A further perusal of himself, led him to believe at least one of his ribs was broken due to how painful it was to breathe at the moment. He also seemed to be covered in a plethora of bruises and scrapes, indicating either an altercation or a bad fall.

Etho took a moment to collect his thoughts and try to remember what had happened before he had fallen asleep. Last thing he remembered, he had been out on another midnight deal making spree with Xisuma and Evil Xisuma. Admittedly, Xisuma had been acting a bit off since the last server meeting, asking for midnight anything was fairly out of character, and his sudden complete trust in EX was somewhat concerning even in the best of times. But this certainly hadn't been the best of times. Their midnight haggling had been slowly getting more antagonistic over the last couple of weeks and Etho had been planning on cutting off any further dealings with the Derpcoin pioneers to keep both himself and Iskall's diamond investment safe. However, last night the haggling had gotten quickly out of hand, EvilXisuma not taking any of his excuses for why Iskall and himself couldn't actually use Derpcoin in their shops.

The last thing Etho can remember is EvilXisuma yelling and angrily gesturing before there was a sudden pain at the back of his head, and the world going black. 'Well that explains the headache and sudden displacement from our weekly meeting place,' thought Etho, idly flexing his fingers and toes to make sure that everything was still working properly. (They were). Didn't explain the broken ribs and looking (and feeling) like he had been through a wood chipper, but that could be written off as EvilXisuma wanting to rough him up for some reason. Which was weird, because last Etho had checked, EvilXisuma had claimed that he had turned over a new leaf. Not to say anyone trusted him when he said that, particularly Etho, but over the opening couple of months on the server, EvilXisuma had kept true to his word. He had kept to his Derpcoin empire, and kept a ruthless rapport going with his business competition; but he'd never resorted to the violence and underhanded villainy that had characterized his previous attempts at taking over the server before he was banished to the Void. Except for now apparently.

Which led to the next question of why? Why Etho? Why would EvilXisuma desire to kidnap and rough up him? He certainly didn't have important connections with any businesses this season. He also didn't have any close partners this season outside of Iskall. Well, ok, he had that deal with Doc recently, and he was building the horse course with BDubs; but neither of those could possibly have anything to do with EvilXisuma's Derpcoin empire. Plus, the people who were resisting Derpcoin, had nothing to do with him, and cared for him only as Hermits care for their own. (Which was a lot admittedly, but in this case, it didn't seem like a logical choice. They all cared for each other, and there were far better bargaining chips on the table than him.)

A sudden bang of an iron door behind Etho startled him from his reverie, along with a flash of the overhead light as the redstone activated. Jerking his head to the side to see who it was, caused a stab of pain in his neck and a sudden wet sensation on his neck and shoulder. He instantly jerked back into place, silently hissing at the sudden pain. "Well, well, well," started a familiar evil voice from behind him. "I see you're awake!" With a final tap of his boots, EvilXisuma stepped into Etho's visual range. "I hope you have found your accommodations suitable?"

Etho rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure, I love being tied up on a chair in a dramatically lit room with no explanation as to why."

Evil Xisuma chuckled, and leaned forward to trail his hand along Etho's forearm. "I'm glad they did what they were meant to then. Can't have you too comfortable for my upcoming show, now can I?" With a sudden tightening of his grip on Etho's forearm, he quickly twisted it and pulled the arm closer to Etho; tearing the skin and one or two of the outer tendons in his wrist due to the spikes in the cuff, causing Etho to yell in pain. Etho bit down on his tongue to cut off his yell, though he couldn't quite mute his own whimpers of agony as EvilXisuma let go of his arm.

"Th-that…", Etho managed to hiss out between his teeth. "That w-as compl'tely unnecess'ry."

EvilXisuma hummed beside him, a long thin sharp bit of metal suddenly in EvilXisuma's hand. "Perhaps," he mused, seemingly eyeing the arm he hadn't touched. Etho's anxiety spiked as EvilXisuma slowly paced his way around behind and to the other side of Etho's chair, lightly dragging the piece of metal along Etho's arms and shoulders as he went. Then, as suddenly as he had clutched Etho's right arm, he stabbed down with the metal stake into Etho's left forearm, impaling it to the chair. Etho yelled again, but quickly silenced himself, unwilling to show the sadistic bastard just how much pain he was in. "However, that was entirely necessary, as will be the next 3." Etho felt his heart stop for a moment as he looked over to see if EvilXisuma was in an uncharacteristically joking mood.

He was completely serious. Oh Lord, he was completely serious.

"Nonononono, n-now come on Evil X, my guy, this is all very unnecessary," stuttered Etho, fingers rapidly flexing despite the pain both his arms were now in as EvilXisuma pulled another long metal stake out of his inventory.

"Hmm, I disagree Ethoslab. But if you continue to be excessively disagreeable, I shall have to take steps to make you more agreeable." EvilXisuma lined up the stake on Etho's upper arm. Then, with a sudden lunge, EvilXisuma pinned Etho's upper arm to the chair; making it so his entire left arm was basically unusable. Etho yelped and the rest of him squirmed in subdued agony as he tried to block out the new pain in his arm. His yelp morphed into a whine, but he pushed through the pain to try and pay attention to what Xisuma was doing as he moved around the back of the chair.

"W-what do you even accomplish w-with this stunt anyways?"

"What do I accomplish? Currently I'm making sure you won't get away. It's imperative you don't escape during the stream after all." Most of that went over Etho's head, pain addled as it was. But what stuck out to him the most was the "stream" part. He had heard of those from some of the other Hermits, BDubs and Doc the only two from the old NHO that had picked up the habit. However, what mattered to him, was that it was a way to show other people something at the same time you were doing it. Meaning that EvilXisuma wanted to accomplish something for someone in real time, and Etho was being used for it.

His thoughts were once again cut off as another spike was jabbed through his other lower arm. This time, he was able to keep his vocalizations to a minimum, only whining in pain as the new wave of agony overtook him. But before he could completely acclimatize himself, the final spike was shoved through his right upper arm. He screamed, and the edges of his vision went dark as his right arm was immobilized completely. His scream petered out, and sat huffing as Evil Xisuma stood in front of him, staring impassively down at him.

"Hmmm, I just don't know…" mumbled EvilXisuma, continuing to stare at Etho. Etho continued huffing through his mask, though the bad feeling from earlier hadn't left, and only seemed to be increasing and he began to take more notice of his surroundings. He really didn't like how EvilXisuma was staring at his face. "It's so hard to read your expressions with this mask on your face. What do you think? Should I take it off now or later?" Etho did a full body twitch, agony lancing across his arms as he instinctively went to reach for his face to protect his mask.

"You absolute asshole," Etho hissed, head cringing as far back as he could pull it into the seat to get away from EvilXisuma's wandering hand that had started for his mask. (This despite the sharp spikes that were actively digging into the back of his neck causing blood to layer into the back of his shirt). "You touch my mask and you won't like what I do." EvilXisuma chuckled at that, clearly amused that Etho thought he would be able to do anything to him.

"Oh I'm sure someday you'll ensure I'm fairly miserable." EvilXisuma reached forward and slowly began lowering Etho's mask. However, EvilXisuma was unprepared as Etho twisted his head and snapped up at EvilXisuma's hand, biting through the protective gauntlet and into the hand beneath. EvilXisuma flinched back, ripping his hand out of Etho's now exposed mouth. However, as Etho pulled back himself, he began to shake as the fresh pain of deepend wounds on his neck overtook him.

"Th-that's what you get…" he rasped, energy waning as EvilXisuma continued to stay away. "Try that a-again, and I'll r-remove a f-finger." For a moment, EvilXisuma was still, his own mask making it impossible to tell what he was feeling. Then he began to laugh, a deep full bodied laugh. He cackled and wheezed, and Etho grit his teeth, because this would not end well.

"Oh Etho, your sense of humor never ceases to amuse me." EvilXisuma turned away, and began to fiddle with his communicator. Suddenly, a floating box appeared in the air in front of him, a circular glass piece embedded in the side facing the two of them. Etho gave it a curious glance, but kept his focus otherwise entirely on EvilXisuma, too worried about the backlash to his comment. He knew how this worked, and he knew EvilXisuma was not going to take his threat lightly, despite how he had initially reacted. He watched as EvilXisuma turned back to him, and went back to making considering "hmm"-ing noises. "You know Etho, I don't know what I want to do first once the livestream is up." He walked up again in front of Etho and crouched down into a squat. "After all, I was initially planning on just roughing you up a bit, do something memorable to start it off." He then reached out and trailed a finger along the back of Ehto's left hand. Etho tried to suppress his instinctual flinch, but it was in vain as the twitch still caused agony to lance up his arm and forced a whimper from between his lips. EvilXisuma smirked at this and continued, "however, you threatening my fingers got me thinking, that maybe I could remove one or two of yours…" He gently trailed down Etho's middle finger before jumping to the upper arm's stake and lightly circling it. Etho took a shaky breath, the pain slightly easier to ignore now, perhaps because his mind was starting to block most of it out. "But you've been very mouthy, and I'm not feeling particularly generous about your speaking and biting privileges right now." EvilXisuma had by this point circumnavigated the chair, and was back to standing ominously in front of Etho's line of sight. "But all this is idle speculation. We shall find out what I'll do momentarily."

With that, EvilXisuma stepped off to the side, and began typing frantically into his communicator. At this point, Etho was just distanced enough from himself that he idly wished he had access to his communicator to find out what Evil Xisuma was typing into chat. Then he realized if he had access to his communicator he could call for help. But he didn't know where he was. But his communicator would have exact coordinates. But he didn't have his communicator. But if he did, he could let Iskall know he'd be late getting back to the base because some asshole had tied him up in their basement. Which looped him back to his surroundings, which had EvilXisuma suddenly leaning down next to his ear and saying, "Now behave Ethoslab, you're the star of the show after all." And then with a surprising lack of further fanfare, a light on the box blinked on, and EvilXisuma began his speech.