Anagan stared at the man in front of him, he wanted to puke. The sight of him just standing there, smiling— it made Anagan churn. He took a step forward, then began to pause, appearing to think, before returning to the hair brushing.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that, darling. It's alright, I'm here," The sight was grotesque, an insult to Gantlos's dignity. But what truly made Anagan's blood boil was the imposter's voice.
"Isn't he pretty, Ana? I like him all dolled up," his eyes were dull with sadistic delight, "you can have a turn too, if you'd like,~"
"What the fuck? What the actual fu—is this some sort of game to you? I don't know who you are or what you did with Ogron but—"
The redhead stood walking to the front of Gantlos, "Oh, but I am Ogron. Perhaps you just never really knew me? I've grown quite fond of this new dynamic, don't you think? It suits us.~"
Throughout it all, Gantlos sat, blindfolded and unnaturally still. The stoic man was usually a bastion of strength and resilience, found himself in an unrelenting nightmare. He couldn't get out of his own head in the moment. The cuffs around his wrists severed his connection to his magic, leaving him physically weakened and unable to summon his usual seismic powers. The imposter, wearing Ogron's familiar face, subjected him to constant beatings and humiliation, a perverse game that never allowed Gantlos a moment's reprieve. The relentless torment eroded his stoic facade, the sudden and jarring nature of the betrayal taking a profound toll on his mental and emotional state. As much as he wanted to fight back, the combination of physical weakness and emotional devastation left him feeling trapped and powerless.
The imposter smiled, running a hand through Gantlos's hair with a twisted tenderness. "Now you asked about the eye wear? It's simple really, Gantlos doesn't need to see anything except me. His eyes are too pure to be tainted by the ugliness of this world. This way, he remains focused on what truly matters." Gantlos flinched at the touch, but his blindfold prevented him from seeing the imposter's sickening smile. Anagan thought he was going to vomit.
"You're sick, you're a disgrace to Ogron's name and everything he stood for." this brought a grimace to the redhead's face.
His voice remained eerily calm as he took a step forward, "Ana, Ana, such fiery words," he said softly, stepping closer to Anagan. "You're so pretty when you're angry~. But we don't want things to get out of hand, do we?" Anagan took a step back, his instincts screaming at him to run, but the imposter's gaze held him in place. "Ana, I don't want to punish you~," the imposter purred in a mockingly gentle tone. He absolutely wanted to harm Anagan. "If you apologize now, all might just be forgiven,"
Anagan's mind raced, fear set in his gut. He couldn't beat his own Ogron, let alone this imposter in a straight fight. But as he took a step back, the imposter moved with a fluid grace, always staying just within reach. His only chance was to escape. As he took another step back, the imposter smiled wide. Reaching out with that same grace, the imposter grasped Anagan's wrist, he twirled him into the room farther.
"You're not going anywhere, little rabbit," the imposter said, his voice dripping with false kindness. "Running won't save you."
Gantlos, snapping back to reality, tried to intervene, but was shot down by a blast.
"So selfish~! I can give you more of my undivided attention in a moment, it's Ana's turn for now. Now then," the man snapped his fingers, "if you're so eager to play with me, the back door is open little rabbit, let's play chase. Run for me~"
Anagan's heart pounded in his chest as he sprinted through the dense woods, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The low, mocking voice of the imposter Ogron echoed behind him, a chilling reminder of the nightmare he was desperately trying to escape. The twisted trees and underbrush seemed to close in around him, turning the forest into a labyrinth.
"There we go, Ana," the imposter crooned from somewhere close behind, his voice dripping with sickening sweetness. "Doesn't this make it more exciting? A lovely game of hide and seek in the woods."
Anagan's legs burned with exertion, but no matter how hard he pushed himself, he couldn't seem to tap into his super speed. Panic surged through him as the realization set in—his abilities were being suppressed. The imposter had done something to him, rendering him unable to outrun his pursuer. The forest seemed to conspire against him, every path leading him deeper into the darkness. every attempt to sprint away was met with failure, his legs unable to carry him at the speed he needed. He stumbled through the underbrush, branches scratching at his skin, the imposter's voice always just behind him. High above, a blackbird perched on a gnarled branch, watching the unfolding scene with beady, golden eyes.
"Run, rabbit, run!" the imposter's voice echoed through the trees. "You can't hide from me forever!"
Anagan's legs burned with the effort, but he knew he couldn't keep this up indefinitely. He needed a plan. He spotted a dense thicket ahead and dove into it, pressing himself against the ground and trying to quiet his frantic breathing.
The footsteps grew louder, the imposter's presence a looming threat. "Ana, come out, come out, wherever you are,~" the imposter called in a sing-song voice. "You can't hide from me. You're mine."
Anagan squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to stay silent. He could feel the imposter's aura creeping closer, a dark and malevolent energy that made his skin crawl. He had to stay hidden. He had to survive. The footsteps paused right outside his hiding spot. Anagan held his breath, every muscle tensed. The imposter's hand brushed against the edge of the thicket, and for a heart-stopping moment, Anagan thought he was found.
But then, to his surprise, the footsteps moved away, the imposter seemingly giving up the search. Anagan's tense muscles began to relax slightly. Maybe he had gotten lucky. Maybe the imposter had decided to look elsewhere.
Just as he started to breathe a sigh of relief, a heavy weight suddenly crashed down on him, pinning him to the ground. Anagan gasped, struggling against the pressure, but it was no use. The predator had found the prey.
"Did you really think you could hide from me, little rabbit?" the imposter whispered, his voice a chilling mix of amusement and menace. "Actions have consequences And now, I'm so sad that I have to hurt my pretty little Ana.~" his voice was icy.
Anagan writhed beneath the imposter's grip, trying to free himself. "Let me go!" he shouted, desperation in his voice.
The imposter leaned closer, his breath hot against Anagan's ear. "Oh, Ana, this is what happens when you defy me. You need to understand that you belong to me. Now, apologize, lick my boots, and maybe I'll show you some mercy." The man had Anagan's wrists above his head with one hand, the other tracing Anagan's jaw line. Ogron leaned in close, his voice a deceivingly soft whisper in Anagan's ear, "You know, Ana," the imposter murmured, his breath brushing against Anagan's cheek, "you have such beautiful eyes. It's a shame I have to see them filled with fear like this." He quickly punched Anagan square in the face. Anagan let out a howl.
"Oh~? Oh I like that noise," flicking his wrist, Anagan found himself bound with magic. Ogron leaned in close,his tone mocking yet oddly intimate. "You're so brave, Ana. I almost admire that. Almost."
He twisted Anagan so his legs were propped up, angled on a nearby tree.
"Well pretty rabbit? Where's that apology~?"
Anagan's mind raced, his options dwindling. He knew the imposter was playing a twisted game, one he had little chance of winning. But he couldn't let this monster break him. Anagan's heart raced, a mixture of revulsion and anger boiling inside him, Gathering what little strength he had left, he spat, "You'll never be Ogron. You're just a sad, pathetic imitation."
A fire lit in Ogron's eyes, he smiled wildly — hungrily.
SNAP
Gantlos heard a muffled struggle approaching, he quickly put the blindfold back on, he heard Anagan howling, yelling, there was an obvious sign of pain and tears in his voice.
"Come along, my dear Ana," the imposter said, his voice dripping with mock concern. "You've had your little run. It's time to settle down now."
Anagan gritted his teeth against the pain. As they entered the den the imposter threw Anagan into the floor with a rough shove, pain shot through his battered body.
"My poor, pretty Ana.." the imposter said, his tone filled with false sympathy. He approached Anagan slowly, as if savoring the moment. He leaned into the writhing man's ear, "My poor little bunny, all tired out from running. It's such a shame your legs aren't what they used to be."Gantlos moved to take off the blindfold, but ogron quickly slapped his hand away, "I'd keep that on if I were you~" he sang so sweet.
"You're a monster,"Anagan whimpered through groans, his words barely audible.
The imposter's expression hardened, the mask of false kindness slipping away. "Watch your tongue, Ana," he tsked, "Now look, pretty rabbit, I'm all tired! I think I'm going to retire for the night. Try not to go to far~" He chuckled softly to himself, before retiring to Ogron's room.
Anagan writhed and cried out.
"Fuck!- It hurts it hurts,"
"Anagan?" Hearing that much pain caused a wave of resolve to burst through Gantlos, he ripped loose the blindfold.
Bile rose to his mouth, there was Anagan, rolling and beaten
with two broken legs.