TITLE: Messing with Love – Chapter 3: "Another day in hell."
AUTHOR: Too_beauty.
PAIRING: Alexander and Hephaestion.
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Historical Alternative Universe.
DISCLAMER: I don't know the people involved; they belong to History and to themselves.
WARNING: Mentions of m/m relationship, physical and mental torture, insulting vocabulary, male rape, angst.
NO BETA so all mistakes are mine.
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A strong pain in his groins woke Hephaestion up. His tormentor was back with his kicks and beating.
"Wake up, slut, time for breakfast" the man said while throwing a chunk of stale bread onto his lap.
Hephaestion caught it and bit it desperately. He was about to swallow it when a strong and heavy hand slapped his right cheek.
"Have I told you to eat?" asked the man with anger in his eyes.
Hephaestion lifted his gaze and looked into his captor's eyes. Once again, his face was covered with a kind of mask so only his eyes could be seen. His voice was a bit muffled due to the cloth but Hephaestion could identify a northern accent.
"Answer me, have I told you to eat?" he asked again kicking the General's ribcage.
"No" answered Hephaestion.
"No, sire is the correct answer" the man replied spitting his answer and kicking him again.
"I only recognize as Sire to my King" answered the brunette back.
"Still feeling cocky, slut?" asked the man slapping him with the back of his hand. A split lip was the result now.
Hephaestion was wise enough to remain silent. He knew that things could get worse if he continued challenging his captor.
"So you don't need that bread, you still have strength to answer back; spit it out!" ordered the man and took the bread and water away.
"You. Will. Only .Do. What. I. Say" each word was said accompanied by a kick to his already battered upper body. The last kick was so hard that the brunette listened to his cracked rib break and a massive pang of pain travelled along his bruised frame. The man left the tiny place as soon as Hephaestion collapsed to the floor and curled up with his arms around his body in pain.
"Alexander will come soon to rescue me, looking like a dashing Achilles and we will laugh at this when he remember this experience in our old age" Hephaestion voiced his feelings and thought aloud because he knew how poisonous silence could be.
He got asleep for a while, his body was really weak and the pain was giving him no rest. When he woke up, he realized he could see through a tiny window near the ceiling, that the sky was turning dark blue; a clear hint that night was coming.
Suddenly the door was kicked open and a new captor entered. Hephaestion could see that this man was even taller than the other and his frame was bulkier, it reminded him of Cleitus's heavy body.
"So my friend told me you had been an insolent bastard even though you are our prisoner" he said with a wicked smirk on his face.
Hephaestion looked at him and knew that more suffering and torture was on its way.
A big fist crashed against the nose and it immediately started to bleed. His entrance of air was drastically reduced when his septum was broken by the blow and he was now swallowing his own blood. The guard, towering him, laughed at him madly and punched him again; breaking almost every bone and cartilage in it.
Several strong and heavy punches followed that but Hephaestion was not feeling them anymore, he had passed out after the fifth one. The guard left a bloodied Hephaestion on the floor after shoving his wrists into shackles.
Hephaestion woke up some hours later, spewing saliva smeared with blood and cried hopelessly.
"I don't have to cry, pain will fade away and Alex will come to me" he tried to dry his eyes and in that moment, he realized his hands had been restricted by those shackles which were attached to the wall above his shoulders level. He knew he had to move his fingers and wrists as much as possible because blood would be soon abandoning them and pooling in his shoulders. As a consequence, he'd slowly loose the control of his upper limbs as it was still difficult for him to stand up due to his broken ankle.
His tormentors didn't come back and the blue-eyed man felt relieved, at least he could try to recover a bit to face the new beating. He also realized that his torture would be a long one so he should be prepared in body and mind to survive it.
"My king will come soon, won't he?" thought the Macedonian General while trying to get his body into a less painful position.
A tiny doubt started to grow in his already weaken mind.
TBC
