Ratchet sat in silence, the warm fluids of the smuggler cascading down him. His eyes burned and he had no more tears left to shed. Once the smuggler had finished releasing his bladder on the hero he sighed.
"I'm having so much fun, but I should get the rest of my pay out of you. I heard a certain Dr. Nefarious was looking to purchase. Once I tell him I've get the duo I'll have to double the price."
Clank could see the defeated look on his friends face from his one good eye, he tried to stay positive for the two of them, but he could feel himself starting to fade. The oil from his body continued to drip to the floor and he could feel his gears begin to slow.
"Stay alive," Clank thought to himself "Cronk, Zephyr, and Talwyn will come. They will."
He repeated over and over in his head. Doubt began to worm its way through his thoughts and murmured very different things to him.
"Are they going to come in time? How do you know they didn't get lost, killed or simply gave up on finding you?" It whispered to him.
"They are going to make it Tawlyn is smart, she will figure out a way." Clank thought back
"Come on, just give up! It would be so much easier to die." It muttered
"I'm not leaving Ratchet! I cannot let him suffer alone!" Clank yelled at the thought.
"Who cares? You're just a useless sidekick to him, just forget about the lombax." The notion said to him.
"No! Ratchet is my friend, he would never leave me and I will never leave him. I will be there even if we die, it will be together!" Clank thought back. He had started to become tired from the internal struggle and hadn't been paying attention to the smuggler in front of him.
The man stood behind the lombax grabbing at his waist again.
"Since I'm going to be sending you off soon," He said his mouth right next to Ratchet's ear. "How about one more for the road?"
He pulled the hero's ass in the air, and Ratchet looked as if he was teetering on consciousness. As the smuggler pushed his first thrust into the lombax, the sound of footsteps was heard overhead. He was so overcome be the sense of enjoyment and hearing the lomabax's pathetic screams that he didn't notice that the footsteps had become to sound closer, and quicker. As he paused for a moment stopping to readjust himself he finally heard the noise over the hero's whimpering, but it was too the late. Just then the door leading to the dungeon flung open.
It won't have a definite place to write this weekend so chapters may so down, but I'll keep on chugging!