Break Down
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
885
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
5
“Eat,” the general ordered, using the tip of a small blade that he was cutting an apple with, to point towards the cold bowl of stew set upon the floor.
The prisoner just stared back defiantly at him. The last two days had been spent alone in solitary. He had deliberately refused the food that had been pushed through the small gap at the bottom of his cell door, shoving it back out uneaten.
He guessed the general’s presence meant that he intended to force him.
“What, do you wish to starve yourself to death and deny me the pleasure of your company?” the general asked. Silence met his question. “Perhaps, if you won’t eat for my benefit, you’ll eat for the benefit of someone else?”
Puzzled eyes watched nervously as the general turned around and clicked his fingers at the guard standing just outside the open cell door. He in turn issued a command to someone behind him, someone out of sight.
A small disheveled figure was dragged forward in between two officers. They paused just outside the cell, and the held captive wearily lifted his head.
The boy was instantly recognizable to the prisoner. He was the youngest cadet that had accompanied the ill fated mission. He, like the prisoner, had been beaten, his almost unclothed body covered in bruises, old and new. His anxious, worried eyes searched the prisoners for reassurance.
“Now, are you going to eat, or do I have to.....” The general approached the tightly held boy and, without warning, he thrust the paring knife deep into the captive’s upper arm. A shrill scream rent the air.
“You fucking bastard!!” The prisoner made to leap upon the general, but was prevented by the strong chain attached to the collar around his neck. He held his manacled hands out in front of himself, his fingers fisted. “Let....him....go.”
“I want to, I really do,” the general replied. “But you see, its just not up to me, is it?” he asked, looking down at the impaled lad with a smile on his lips as he began slowly twisting the knife in the wound, making the terrified, injured boy squeal.
“Cloud....CLOUD, PLEASE....oh fuck, it hurts.”
At the whimpered words, the general’s eyebrows rose and he turned his head to look with interest at the chained prisoner standing there, staring hatefully at him.
“Ah, so we have a name for you. How wonderful. It’s amazing what information a little torture will produce from the weak.”
Turning back to the skewered youngster, the sharp blade was pushed deeper, and the young boy’s eyes rolled white before he gave a moan and passed out, his body falling slack in his captor’s hands.
“Perhaps you’ll eat now?” the general asked, removing the bloodied knife and cutting a slice of apple, returning to stand by the prisoner and eating the piece of now red smeared fruit. ”Or, shall I wake your friend up and make another puncture wound... eh?”
Grudgingly, the prisoner slowly sank down on his hunches and dragged the bowl of stew towards himself. As he lifted the first plastic spoonful to his lips, the general waved a hand in dismissal, and the unconscious boy was dragged away.
“Much better,” Sephiroth said, as he watched the prisoner named Cloud begin to eat. “The next time you refuse food, I think I’ll try sticking the blade in your friend’s thigh. That should be fun. The men can take bets on how long it takes him to pass out that time.”
The prisoner stopped eating, the spoon poised, eyes glaring.
“Shall I call him back so soon?” the general threatened, his hand rising into the air, gloved fingers ready to click again.
The prisoner dropped his head and began to finish off the unwanted meal, each mouthful distasteful to him, each mouthful, even though cold, burning his gullet as he tried to swallow the food down past a throat that was choking on rage.
“I think that’s one point to me,” the general gloated, smugly.
The prisoner just stared back defiantly at him. The last two days had been spent alone in solitary. He had deliberately refused the food that had been pushed through the small gap at the bottom of his cell door, shoving it back out uneaten.
He guessed the general’s presence meant that he intended to force him.
“What, do you wish to starve yourself to death and deny me the pleasure of your company?” the general asked. Silence met his question. “Perhaps, if you won’t eat for my benefit, you’ll eat for the benefit of someone else?”
Puzzled eyes watched nervously as the general turned around and clicked his fingers at the guard standing just outside the open cell door. He in turn issued a command to someone behind him, someone out of sight.
A small disheveled figure was dragged forward in between two officers. They paused just outside the cell, and the held captive wearily lifted his head.
The boy was instantly recognizable to the prisoner. He was the youngest cadet that had accompanied the ill fated mission. He, like the prisoner, had been beaten, his almost unclothed body covered in bruises, old and new. His anxious, worried eyes searched the prisoners for reassurance.
“Now, are you going to eat, or do I have to.....” The general approached the tightly held boy and, without warning, he thrust the paring knife deep into the captive’s upper arm. A shrill scream rent the air.
“You fucking bastard!!” The prisoner made to leap upon the general, but was prevented by the strong chain attached to the collar around his neck. He held his manacled hands out in front of himself, his fingers fisted. “Let....him....go.”
“I want to, I really do,” the general replied. “But you see, its just not up to me, is it?” he asked, looking down at the impaled lad with a smile on his lips as he began slowly twisting the knife in the wound, making the terrified, injured boy squeal.
“Cloud....CLOUD, PLEASE....oh fuck, it hurts.”
At the whimpered words, the general’s eyebrows rose and he turned his head to look with interest at the chained prisoner standing there, staring hatefully at him.
“Ah, so we have a name for you. How wonderful. It’s amazing what information a little torture will produce from the weak.”
Turning back to the skewered youngster, the sharp blade was pushed deeper, and the young boy’s eyes rolled white before he gave a moan and passed out, his body falling slack in his captor’s hands.
“Perhaps you’ll eat now?” the general asked, removing the bloodied knife and cutting a slice of apple, returning to stand by the prisoner and eating the piece of now red smeared fruit. ”Or, shall I wake your friend up and make another puncture wound... eh?”
Grudgingly, the prisoner slowly sank down on his hunches and dragged the bowl of stew towards himself. As he lifted the first plastic spoonful to his lips, the general waved a hand in dismissal, and the unconscious boy was dragged away.
“Much better,” Sephiroth said, as he watched the prisoner named Cloud begin to eat. “The next time you refuse food, I think I’ll try sticking the blade in your friend’s thigh. That should be fun. The men can take bets on how long it takes him to pass out that time.”
The prisoner stopped eating, the spoon poised, eyes glaring.
“Shall I call him back so soon?” the general threatened, his hand rising into the air, gloved fingers ready to click again.
The prisoner dropped his head and began to finish off the unwanted meal, each mouthful distasteful to him, each mouthful, even though cold, burning his gullet as he tried to swallow the food down past a throat that was choking on rage.
“I think that’s one point to me,” the general gloated, smugly.