Steel Cage Conefinement
"Let me go." Arthur demanded. He had been moved around the castle several times. No matter how hard the King beat him, he would always wake up after lying on the blood-stained ground unconcious. He wouldn't back down. He was, however, strained. The tortures he endured often left him cursing his non-existent luck. He started talking to himself too.
"Let me go! Let me go!" He chanted. The King was no where to be seen, in another room of the castle, but that did not matter. Arthur yelled and shouted. His throat felt dry and rough and his voice was cracking. Despite this, he still continued to demand his freedom.
After a month of imprisonment, the King broke. He'd had enough. Arthur never begged; his shattered dignity held him back. He never spoke civilly to his captor. He always spat his words out of his mouth. He refused to make eye contact with the taller man.
The King's tortures brought Arthur nothing but pain although they became somewhat ineffective as time wore on.
"Let me go! Let me go, you insolent, obnoxious, good for nothing-" Arthur yelled. His insults, however, were silenced by the sound of metal smashing against stone. The King had entered the spacious room. His eyes were narrowed and his lips were curved into a frown; his wavy blonde hair was messy and out of place. It framed his face. He looked as tired as he felt. He was exhausted. His prisoner's continuous protests left him aggrivated. He spent many nights without sleep. He wielded a faucet-like pipe.
He didn't speak a word. He simply advanced on Arthur. He had previously chained his prisoner to the ground. He swung the pipe at Arthur and all was well for the King. The emerald eyed man fell to the ground with a thud, muttering only a single word as he slipped into unconciousness.
"Alfred..."