A/N: So this is chapter seven, rated NC-17. Kids, consider yourselves warned.
This is horrible, really. The worst thing is that I'll have to continue the story from where I left it in the end of this chapter. But, well, here you go...
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Chapter VII
The jail cells were hanging from the ceiling. I shared a cage with Auron, feeling like a bird, wasting my breath as Auron told me.
"Get me outta here! I want out now! You hear me?" I bellowed.
"Shut up, kid. You're making me deaf," Auron said grumpily.
I barely heard him. I kept on making noises, until I felt someone lift me up a little, grabbing my neck. He turned me around to face him, and let my feet on the floor again.
"I said shut up, Tidus. Don't make me silence you with these two," Auron said, his fists an inch away from my face. I got the hint, sighed and sat down, burying my face in my hands. I was terribly worried about the girls. I could only imagine what would Seymour want to do with them. I tried not to think about that, but human mind loves to play tricks with you, showing you pictures you don't want to see.
"Man, I hope Lulu's okay," I sighed, spontaneously.
Auron gave me a weird look.
"Yuna's strong. She'll make it," he replied.
"To hell with Yuna!" I exploded. "Don't you give me that, hell I don't care if Yuna will make it! Well, she's my friend yes, but that's about it! My mind is sick of worrying about Lulu, so there's no more left for Yuna, OK? There is no more left!"
He did not say a thing for a long while. For me, it was just as well. I scarcely even noticed I had just revealed him a secret that should not have been told to anyone.
"Don't you yell at me, son," he said. He really sounded insulted.
I was in a mood for fighting. My nerves were so tense I could imagine them cracking at any time.
"I'm not your son," I pointed out.
"How do you know?" he asked.
"So I am your son? So you came to screw my mother while my old man was away and no one ever noticed that? And now you chose this, of all the times, to tell me?"
He gave a dry laugh.
"No."
I gave him a fierce look.
"Just that you wouldn't know if I was."
"The hell do I care," I commented. "You wouldn't have done worse than Jecht himself."
He did not say anything to that. After a few minutes' silence, he said quietly,
"Lulu's strong, too. She'll make it aswell."
"Shut up," I said. "I don't need you to tell me that."
"You really wanna fight, don't you?" he said in a snapping tone.
I kept looking straight ahead, not saying a word, not moving. But after a while, I started to get bored about it. I could aswell talk a few things away while I had the time.
"Why is it...everything in Spira seems to revolve around people dying?" I asked.
I thought about that which I had been told on Bikanel Island, the Al Bhed Home. That summoners, including Yuna, would die defeating Sin. The only way to defeat Sin was to summon the Final Aeon, but when summoned, the aeon would kill not only Sin, but also the summoner. No matter whether they won the battle or not. That was an idea the Al Bhed were opposing fiercely.
"Ah, the spiral of death," was Auron's cryptic reply to my question.
"Huh?"
"Summoners challenge the bringer of death, Sin, and die doing so. Guardians give their lives to protect their summoner. The fayth are the souls of the dead. Even the maesters of Yevon are unsent." He paused. "Spira is full of death. Only Sin is reborn, and then only to bring more death. It is a cycle of death, spiralling endlessly."
That gave me another chance to sigh and bury my face to my hands. I heard a voice from above us.
"Young man? Is your name Tidus?"
I lifted my head to see who was speaking to me. Maester Kinoc.
"Yeah," I said with the lowest voice I could come up with. "What of it?"
"I need you to come with me," he said.
"Oh? You need me to come with you, sir?" I said, obviously mocking him.
He paid no attention to my irony. Instead, he sent a few guards to have me removed from the cage.
"Don't you dare to touch him," Auron warned Maester Kinoc. He sounded threatening, even to me. I wondered why was that. Maester Kinoc gave a short laugh.
"It wouldn't even cross my mind to touch him, dear old friend..."
"But someone else might come up with that thought I'm sure. You Maesters seem to break every rule you have once made."
Maester Kinoc still wore a wide smile on his face.
"Oh, don't you worry about it, Auron. I'm sure the boy will enjoy it," he said, and for some reason I could feel one of those worms of disgust creeping up my spine again. I had been worried about the girls, but now it crossed my mind that Seymour acted – and most of all, sounded – like a gay man. And of course he thought I was a young boy.
It appeared I had been wrong. Fortunately or not, I'm not sure.
I was taken to Seymour's private chamber, a very nice place indeed, with red silk and lace everywhere. He even had a huge bed, with enough room for at least four people to sleep in it. I wondered what would I do there, since there was no one except me in the room. I took a seat and glanced around, but nothing caught my eye.
After a while, Seymour materialised in. He was wearing a triumphant smile, and that was enough to drive me off my guts.
"Ah, I see my guest has arrived," he said.
You bastard, I replied in my thoughts, but was wise enough not to say it aloud.
"The rest should join us in a minute," he went on.
"The rest?" I inquired.
"You will see, soon enough," was his reply. "How about some wine?"
"No thank you," I said.
He lifted his left eyebrow a little.
"Well, then, allow me some."
Behind me there was a table, with two bottles of red wine on it. Seymour came to me, much too near, and touched my cheek with his long and sharp nails.
"You are...fascinating, Tidus. Yes, a fascinating young man indeed," he said, almost dreamily. "And beautiful," he then added, making me shiver.
Give me a break, you worm, I suggested in my mind. I almost said it aloud, but then decided against it. We were interrupted by a knock on the door, and I thanked my god. I should not have.
"Yes?" Seymour said, turning sideways to the door.
"Maester Seymour, sir, we brought the prisoners you requested!" came a voice from behind the door. One of the guards, I assumed. Seymour walked over to the door and opened it. I gasped, my eyes wide open, at the sight of the prisoners; three young ladies, so covered with bruises and blood I barely recognised them anymore. Yuna, Rikku, and – Lulu.
"Oh but look at you," Seymour said, sounding like he pitied the prisoners. "You shall need a bath, and...something else aswell."
He took the women in chains in and sent the guards away. I looked at Lulu, feeling a sudden urge to kill Maester Seymour and all the guards I could, for they had hurt my lady this bad. Unfortunately, I had no choice but to sit there and do nothing. Seymour placed the three prisoners on his huge bed.
"The bathroom is that way," he told them. "I shall make sure we will have a bath arranged in some time. Please, make yourselves comfortable."
"It's slightly hard to make yourself comfortable when beaten and in chains," Rikku pointed out.
Seymour smiled mildly.
"I see." He paused for a long while. "But, you see, you are prisoners. I cannot risk my own safety, nor yours, by unbinding you. My sincerest apologises."
"What are we here for?" Lulu wanted to know.
My heart ached to hear her voice again; she was so beautiful, and so ill treated at the moment. I simply wanted to take her in my arms and run away.
"We shall...have a little fun together, the five of us," Seymour replied.
"Where are Auron and Wakka, and Kimahri?" I asked.
"You did see Auron a few minutes ago, did you not?" he said. "They are all in their cells."
"So why are we here, then?" Yuna asked.
Circling around the same question, and Seymour was avoiding it as best as he could. He smiled mischievously to us.
"So eager to know? Very well, then."
He raised his hand to cast a spell. It seemed to fall on me. At first, I felt no effect. Then I tried to move my hand. It did not move.
"What is this?" I said, more to myself than to Seymour.
He gave a laugh.
"There are some wonderful things you can do with magic. When fighting a fiend, I imagine you would like to be able to paralyse them."
"What the hell are you up to, you bastard!" I exploded. "Let me go you slimy little worm!"
"Quiet," he said. For some reason, I obeyed.
Seymour turned to face the three women on his bed. He approached them, first going to Rikku, and taking her chin in his grip.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"I'm...I'm fifteen," she answered, obviously distracted by him being so close.
The corners of Seymour's mouth formed a strange smile to his face. He seemed to be smiling almost unwillingly.
"Fifteen? Oh, what a shame," he said, turning away.
Is it always that my worst fears just absolutely have to come true? I wondered. I sat on a chair, a comfortably soft red armchair. I could not move, nor could I turn my head, so I just had to sit back and watch. That seemed to be Seymour's idea of 'having a little fun together, the five of us'. That sick pervert bastard.
He cast his paralysing spell on Yuna and Lulu, too. He seemed unsure if he could fight two ladies in chains? A grown-up man.
Then, he started picking on Rikku.
"So, you are fifteen? Still a little girl, aren't you?" he said in a teasing tone.
Rikku gave no reply to that.
"Tell me, Rikku, have you ever been with a man before?"
Straight into action, good ol' Seymour boy. I shivered, and so did Rikku.
"That's none of your business," she muttered.
"Oh? Well. I take that as a no." He paused, glancing at the teenager. "We shall have that fixed."
"Not in this life!" exclaimed Rikku, but it was too late. Seymour had already unzipped everything he needed to unzip, and now went after Rikku's clothes. Soon, she was bare naked. Should I have been able I would have turned my head away. Or closed my eyes. Anything.
Seymour took Rikku's hands in his.
"Do not worry about it," he said, "you won't even notice."
Rikku tried to break free, cursing fiercely in Al Bhed, but Seymour finally cast his paralysis spell on her, too.
"Do not worry, I shall have you freed soon. Then, it is only a good thing if you move yourself a little. You see, men like women moving a little under them," Seymour said.
I felt like throwing up.
"Tuh'd oui tyna du duilr sa! Kad uvv uv sa, oui pycdynt! E'mm gemm oui ev oui tyna du duilr sa! ...Cusauha ramb sa! Bmayca, ramb! RAMB SA!"
Rikku had changed to her native tongue. Soon, her fierce threats towards Seymour changed to a wordless cry of pain. I wanted to be somewhere else. Anywhere. But I had no choice but to watch how Seymour took a good grip of Rikku's thighs, then took them apart, and thrust himself fiercely into her. I felt a tear sliding down my cheek.
I saw Seymour freeing Rikku of the paralysis. She began to struggle immediately, but there was nothing she could do; Seymour was stronger, bigger, and already on and inside of her.
Eventually, Seymour came. Inside of Rikku, his seed began a long journey that hopefully would not lead to pregnancy. He backed away, and the blood I saw on his sheets made me want to throw up and run away at the same time. Rikku quickly curled up to form a little ball, covering herself. Seymour seemed to pay no more attention to her.
"Summoner Yuna," he said, his face to the wall. Yuna gasped.
So she's next? I thought.
"I know you have lived a very secure life, as all who plan to become summoners. Now, you are still young. I would assume that you, too, are a maid."
"As Rikku said, that is none of your business, Maester Seymour," Yuna said. Her voice sounded steady. I wondered how did she keep herself together.
Seymour turned around to face her.
"You would not like to die, never having slept with a man. Never having felt the warmth and pressure of a man's penis inside of you? Never have felt it beat inside you when he comes? Believe me, Yuna, those are things you do not want to miss."
"Maester Seymour," Yuna began, as if he had not upset her at all, "I believe I could die without having experienced that. And should I want to get rid of my virginity, I would like to do it with a man I truly love, and that loves me aswell."
This seemed to amuse Seymour slightly.
"But, summoner Yuna, you are my wife! Here it is; a man you love, and that loves you aswell."
"Maester Seymour, I apologise for I see you have mistaken something. I do not love you. And I do not believe that you love me either."
Yuna was keeping it up bravely, but I suspected she was only winning time. Seymour was going to rape her anyway, no matter what she might say. And I was going to sit here and watch.
Seymour came closer to Yuna, his hands reaching out for her breasts. Yuna winched and tried to move away, but she couldn't due to the paralysis. Seymour moved in for a kiss. Then, after a moment, he backed up.
"I shall not touch you, lady Yuna, before I have dealt with the others," he said, sounding cold.
That made me gasp. The others meant Rikku and Lulu, and the one that was left – not 'dealt with' – was my lady.
"Seymour!" I shouted to him. He did not even turn to me. "Seymour, dammit! Look at me when I'm talkin' to you!" I almost screamed.
He turned to face me, with a curious look on his face.
"So, you wish to go first, Tidus?" he teased me.
For some reason, I didn't find that very funny. I hated it when I had to try to win him just by talking. I knew this was a battle I was destined to lose, no matter what I could possibly come up with. Seymour turned away from me to face Lulu.
"You are Lulu, I assume? I do not believe we have met before," he said.
Lulu remained silent, and I much appreciated that. Ice cold lady. She glanced at Rikku, and that made me realise she was no longer paralysed. Seymour looked surprised, too.
"You seem to have great magic defence," he then said dryly.
I followed Lulu's gaze with my eyes to see how Rikku was doing. She was still hugging herself, covering her body with her arms, and whining. She looked so miserable.
"You were free all the time?" Yuna asked in confronting voice.
Lulu did not have time to reply. In an instant, Seymour was on her side, caressing her breasts through her dress. I tried to jump up and run to him, but my muscles did not obey me. I sat there, completely relaxed. The only muscles I could control were in the area of my face, so I could talk and smile and everything, but that was it. I wondered why couldn't I close my eyes, since everything else I did with my facial muscles seemed to work perfectly.
Lulu raised her hand to cast a spell, but nothing happened. Seymour giggled.
"I presume you, too, are familiar with silence."
Silence was a condition that prevented all magic. So, despite of paralysing all of us, Seymour had felt necessary to even silence the mages? I glanced at Yuna, but obviously she was unable to cast any spells aswell. Despair grew inside of me; Seymour was going to rape my lady and there was nothing I could possibly do about it? Damn it, damn it, damn it! was all I could think.