Treycore turned away. He heard a spit.
Godfuckingdammit.
He knew this was going to hurt…a lot…and as much as he enjoyed some pain, it was going to be heinous knowing how this bastard was enjoying his hole, enjoying dominating him as he took him.
Despite Treycore’s efforts to break free of the guards holding him, he couldn’t fight them off. Leyath pushed into him, working his way in. Not going easy. Trying to make it as fucking painful as possible.
“You like that, don’t you, Trey? Oh, I can’t tell you how good it feels to be inside one of the most beautiful creations. Oh, this hole. Tight as the tightest virgin’s.”
And it really was, even tighter because of how tense his body was after the electric shocks he’d endured.
Treycore’s face flashed with heat as he felt himself opening up. He cringed as he endured the excruciating sting that rippled through his body. Groaning, he struggled enough to get one of his arms free from a guard, but just as soon, Leyath pulled out and stepped back, allowing the other to tase him once again, sending him falling to the floor.
Leyath knelt down and forced Treycore onto his stomach, offering some modest lubrication once again before forcing his cock back inside him.
Before Treycore could regain control over his limbs, the guards seized them once again.
“Take that like the fucking cunt you are, Treycore,” Leyath said. “The privileged piece of shit deserves the same as the rest of us for all of time. Who was only so fortunate because of a lucky whim of the creator’s. I’m going to breed this hole, fill you with something that’s so vile to you, so disgusting, and have my seed inside your most perfect body.”
Treycore found it amusing that Leyath thought he would be the most disgusting being who’d ever come inside him, as though in the history of all of time, he’d never been attacked or endured torture or even fucked a being lower than him. Indeed, this form of torment had been used against him time and time again…and he knew it certainly wasn’t going to get any better while he was in the Nest. If anything, he just hoped there was a way he could absorb the punishment rather than these bastards using it against Kid. They’d kill him, rip him apart, starting with his ass. They didn’t care for mortals the way Treycore did. Some of them didn’t even understand them—had been locked away before the creation of Earth. They wouldn’t use the caution and care a mortal like Kid required.
“Oh, it’s going to be fun having you in here,” Leyath said before spitting on the side of Treycore’s face.
And Treycore wondered how long that would be…
***
Kinzer took another blow to the face before Quintz grabbed him by his throat, picked him up off the floor, and shoved him across the room to Brock, who laid a few more blows into him and kicked him in the balls. Kinzer collapsed forward, landing on his knees onto the cement once again.
Nude and defenseless, Kinzer felt as though they’d been pummeling him, wrecking his body, for hours. Kinzer struggled with his wrists, pulling at them, but a set of cuffs locked them together. He stumbled back onto his feet. Brock grabbed him by the back of his head and pushed him down again, and Kinzer was too weak to resist. They’d effectively beat the shit out of him, and he couldn’t take anymore.
“Tell me the names of your contacts,” Quintz demanded once again.
Kinzer had heard those words all-too-frequently the past few hours, but despite the pain radiating from Kinzer’s crotch, mixing with the pain throughout the rest of his body, he wouldn’t cave. He reminded himself that once they had the information they wanted, they didn’t have a reason to keep him alive. And once they got their intel, the Almighty would be one step closer to bringing on the apocalypse.
By that point, the Leader’s Allies were the only ones who stood a chance at stopping Janka or the Almighty, so to help either was to help them destroy the world and potentially wreck the heavens.
“I think we’re ready for the next phase,” Quintz said, leaving Kinzer wondering what the fuck was in store for him.
Quintz left through the same door Kinzer had escaped through hours earlier. Brock stayed behind and forced Kinzer to his feet, pushing him against the wall opposite the entrance. Brock undid Kinzer’s cuffs and raised his hands over his head, securing the restraints once again to the loop they’d been locked in when he’d woken in this strange place.
Kinzer, his back to the wall, struggled as much as he could, but it was a pathetic, vain attempt at fighting. After everything they’d put him through, his body was useless to him in that moment, but he would still fight as much as he could because that was all he had left—the poor, wounded creature fighting desperately against higherlings so much more powerful than himself.
When Quintz returned, he carried a whip with barbs along the sides, Kinzer figured to penetrate his flesh. As far as weapons went, it didn’t seem like the most intimidating one Kinzer had ever seen, and Quintz must have picked up on how underwhelmed he was by it, because he said, “I assure you, Kinzer, it’s much worse than it looks. As I hit you, not only do you endure the force of an immortal whipping your essentially mortal body, but if I push a button at the base of the handle, it releases a serum into your bloodstream—one that will burn like fire through you. I don’t know that there’s a pain I can liken it to because it’s so intense and lasting. Some have described it as being like someone driving a needle beneath a fingernail, pressing it harder and harder to tear to the back of the finger. You will know soon enough, and I will persist until you tell me something. It’s actually one of our most effective methods, because eventually the pain becomes so great that you won’t be able to tolerate it any longer, and you will reveal your secrets to us—what we’re here for. Hell, you’ll be revealing all sorts of secrets, maybe about all the lovers you scorned throughout your long life. But I’ll be patient. Patience is my specialty.”
“I thought you said torture was yourspecialty,” Kinzer quipped, stressing the way Quintz pronounced the word.
“Patience and torture go hand in hand, I’d say.”
Kinzer could give him that much.
“But before I begin,” Quintz said, “I’m going to give you an opportunity because I’m a reasonable higherling, not a monster. A scientist and engineer above all else. So tell me anything. One contact, I’ll settle for. That’s all. And I’ll make this easier for you, maybe even give you a little more time before I ask again.”
Kinzer breathed heavily, sweat and blood pouring down his face and body. But Quintz was sweating as well. Beating Kinzer had apparently taken its toll on him—something Kinzer was proud of. Because if Quintz was going to do this to torture him, he wanted to believe it required at least some amount of effort on his part.
“Let’s get this party started,” Kinzer said, knowing it would be the last clever remark he could push past his lips for a while. Quintz’s torture would likely be as painful as he warned, and it would be just as hard to endure, but he hoped—prayed to a deity that didn’t exist—that he could hold on to the intel they sought. That he could somehow muster the inner strength he would require.
Quintz nodded to Brock, who forced Kinzer to turn around, his wrists pinching in the cuffs and chains that bound him.
