AN: I do need to give a trigger warning for this chapter.
Eobard stopped in his pacing as Damian and Malcolm walked into the room, "Well?"
"No luck. So far," Damian answered him.
"It's not that Captain Hunter's uncooperative. It's that he's not fully in possession of his marbles," Malcolm helpfully added his own input.
"So he won't tell us where the rest of the Spear of Destiny is?"
"Uh, it's more like... can't."
"Which wouldn't be such a problem if you two idiots hadn't lost the Longinus Medallion."
"I seem to remember you being there as well." Damian spoke angrily.
"Until you weren't," Malcolm finished before Eobard sped around to pin him to a wall.
"I hate when he does that," Damian groaned as he turned around.
"If you have something to say to me, Malcolm, I suggest you keep it to yourself," Eobard spoke as he held Malcolm up by his neck.
"I'm sorry. Am I supposed to be afraid of you?"
"Oh, I would be. Considering I can kill you before you even knew I was doing it."
"Ah, yes. But then you wouldn't get what you want. You brought me and Damian into your little quest for a reason. Without the Medallion, Hunter is our only way to get the rest of the Spear. You need me to get it out of him."
"We already tried torture," Damian spoke from where he was idly inspecting the weapons rack as Malcolm and Eobard went back and forth.
"I'm not talking about torture. I'm talking about hypnosis. Regression therapy." Malcolm groans out, "Hunter's mind is locked away. I've got the key."
Malcolm breathed deeply after Eobard dropped him. "Is this some technique you picked up with the League of Assassins?"
"The League didn't call me the Magician for nothing."
"Well, be quick about it." Eobard scoffed, "Speedsters aren't known for their patience."
"What's to keep Hunter's crew from finding the rest of the Spear," Damian spoke as Malcolm left the room, "before Merlyn finishes unscrambling Hunter's brain?"
"The workings of the Medallion are lost to history. Trying to get it to reveal its secrets will prove difficult. Plus, we have an additional advantage over them."
"Enlighten me."
"They're idiots. Now about Miss Kane..."
"Miss Kane is on the verge of her heat. She's quite easy for me to manage as is at this point." Damian spoke confidently before pausing, "There may be some issues after her heat has passed but I'm sure we can find a solution by then."
"Good, do whatever you must to ensure her obedience even if that means you break her."
"I'll do what needs to be done," Damian said before walking out the opposite way Malcolm had.
I groaned, weakly slumping further over in the chair I was tied to as Damian walked into the room they were holding me in. I closed my eyes hoping he would leave me to suffer through my heat. Instead he placed his hand under my chin and forced me to look at him as he spoke, "Miss Kane, I believe this is a fortuitous outcome given our situation, I am fully prepared to ensure your time with us is pleasurable."
I snorted, "really, and how are you going to do that?"
He knelt down positioning himself between my legs he said, "Omegas like yourself are quite simple," he rested his hand on my neck, "you all crave a strong Alpha," I moaned as he used his hand to press on my mating gland.
"Go to hell," I said weakly.
I squirmed as he trailed his hand down my body, coming to rest it on my thigh, he squeezed harshly, "I will happily do so after I have you." He pulled my head down to press our lips together.
"No," I gasped as I yanked my head back.
I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered as he whispered into my ear, "soon enough you'll be begging for my knot."
"You're all idiots," Mick exclaimed around his donut.
"Excuse me," Amaya asked, wondering is he serious.
"Pot, meet kettle…"
"Yeah, Mick. Given your glass house, you shouldn't throw stones." Ray added a second metaphor to Jax's.
"Mixing metaphors isn't going to solve anything," Martin stressed.
Sara agreed stating, "how about instead of bickering, we figure out our next move against the speedster and his allies."
"Legion of Doom has a sexier ring to it."
"I'm not calling them that." Sara rebutted before speaking seriously, "And we need to figure out a way to rescue Chloe and Rip."
"Hmm, you know. I'll be honest. Which I have to admit, I don't have much practice in. I don't like this situation." Damian paced as he sharpened the knife in his hand, "Not one bit. For one thing, the omega I'm trying to mate fights me at every turn," he sighed. "And then, Mr. Thawne has this habit of treating me like a henchman. And do you know what all henchmen have in common, Captain Hunter?" He paused to look at Rip where he was tied up, "No thoughts on this one? The thing that all henchmen have in common is that they all end up dead. A fate that I am fastidiously trying to avoid. Maybe it's that I just hate taking orders. Or being threatened. You don't like being threatened, do you? Hm? What's that? Oh, sorry." Damian chuckles as he removes the gag from Rip's mouth.
"Oh, God. No," Rip muttered.
"Yeah, neither do I. Which is why I need your cooperation. To end Mr. Thawne's tedious threats."
"Look, I... I don't know anything. I swear."
"Shhh! I can't take your word for it. But don't worry. I will start you off with an easy question. Right eye or left eye?" Damian said as he moved the knife to point at one eye than the other.
"No, please. Please, don't. I'll do anything, I'll... I'll tell you anything you want to know. Even if I don't know it! Please, don't!"
"Shh. Second question. When was the last time you had any dental work done?"
"What? No, no, God," Rip said before he started screaming as Damian dug the knife into his jaw.
As my mind cleared I realized I had been moved, I was now naked laying in a bed with braces secured to my wrists. I moaned at the feeling of fire spreading in my veins, fuck I don't have much time until my heat sets in I have to find a way out of this mess. I levered myself into a sitting position and inspected the manacles I could get out of these if I had any kind of pin. I cursed my luck as Damian walked into the room I watched as he stripped off his jacket. "How are you feeling, Miss Kane ... Chloe, can I call you Chloe?" He grabbed my wrists as I tried to shove him away from the bed before he could sit down. I tried to flare out my magic to push him away and groaned in pain looking down, I noticed runes glowing on the cuffs. I closed my eyes as I realized they were suppressing my magic. I turned away from Damian as he sat down and pulled me into his lap hating how helpless the situation made me feel. I curled in on myself and whined as I felt a flash of heat in my groin, Damian rubbed my back as if to comfort me. I whined as Damian started secreting his own pheromones, accelerating the onset of my heat.
"No," I sobbed as my head started to fog with lust.
Damian moved me, positioning me in his lap with my back to his chest, my legs spread on either side of his. He held me up with a hand pressing on my neck, I moaned as the other moved down my body to slide between my folds. I bit my lip as my eyes burned from the humiliation I felt as my body betrayed me. "Shh," Damian hushed me as my slick flowed from me, coating my thighs and soaking through his pants. "Our pups will be perfect," I heard as my heat clouded my mind completely.
It's over I thought as my mind cleared, shifting slightly, I grunted as I realized Damian's knot was still locked within me. I squirmed trying to dislodge his knot and get out of his arms at the same time. Damian's arms tightened around me securely pinning me to his chest so I couldn't move away. "That's just asking me to fuck you again," I froze as he murmured.
I curled into a ball as Damian got up after finally releasing me. I buried my face in my knees as tears started leaking from my eyes. I thought I had known the worst pain imaginable but this was a new kind of pain.