“Stupid humans” blood poured from his mouth, a figure bound by his arms and legs at the other end of the room, a torn gag hanging from his ruffled feathers that covered most of his face. Shredded broken stumps of wings jutted from his back at painful angles still dripping with fresh wounds, “I will break out…and when I do…I will take immense pleasure in biting—“
“Enter and sit. Compliance may earn you a meal. Fail, and you will be drugged.” Finch took hesitant steps towards the other figure, not catching the wince as he stumbled and dropped to his knees in exhaustion with a loud thud and lurching forward in pain panting as his drool dripped past the muzzle and straightening his back as best he could.
Squinting through feathers the bound man assessed the newcomer to the room frowning as the feathers atop his head puffed in discontent. This was….Just a kid.
“Oh what’s this then…Food? Peace offering?” he sneered at the screen their captors stood behind, trying to ignore the painful way the kid was sitting. It was clear he’d been bound for a while, hair matted and skin bruised and scabbed from endless hours of restraints rubbing against his skin. This kid was running on nothing but fear, he could smell it, and didn’t have to see the boy’s body twitching as he tried to settle himself on the floor, watching as he looked around confused, trying to keep his head as still as possible as the men watched the two of them closely,
“Not food eh? Well brat, why’re you here?” the kid froze, looking at the man with exhausted eyes shaking his head. That muzzle looked absolutely ridiculous on him, it was much too large for his face, covering the bottom half of his nose and mouth. He could hear the faint dull tap as Finch’s teeth hit the metal on the inside as he shifted, flinching at how uncomfortable it sounded, “Don’t know? You know why they brought you in here? No? Who the fuck are you anyway?” Finch’s eyebrows just furrowed.
“How did you end up here?”
This kid was absolutely exhausted, trying his hardest to focus his vision on the man in front of him. He was… so much taller, at least two feet if he was standing and his restraints held him higher than that. He had to crane his neck to really look him in the eye. Those piercing red eyes watched him back scrutinizing the way his body was twitching and swaying,
“Say something!”
Finch had a thousand things he wanted to scream in that moment…How his family member had sold him, how he missed his mother and his cousins…How if he could just get out of here, just get back to freedom he’d be safely in the arms of his loving uncle. How expendable and unloved and forgotten he felt, since it seemed by the lack of a rescue anyone had even noticed him missing. How his whole body ached and his teeth hurt. Oh how much did his teeth hurt with the way the bump of the metal shoved its way past his lips, pinning his tongue to the floor of his mouth. All he wanted to do was bite through it...But his fangs couldn’t do it. He’d lose a tooth if he tried.
“M..mnld…”
“Speak up!”
“Was…sold” he wasn’t entirely sure if his second attempt was intelligible, it was hard to talk with half a fist of gag in your mouth, but with how the man’s eyes seemed to soften something told him he’d gotten the gist of it. As he looked back, the man could see just what this kid was. This was a kid who was loved. Who probably had a family, who was scared, and yet, despite that, wasn’t scared of him, as terrifying as he probably looked right now. No, this kid was scared for him. The two winced as the ground erupted with gold lights, nearly blinding the pair of them as Finch looked around panicked, locking eyes with the older man who began to struggle harder against his restraints knowing all too well what was coming. He’d seen this circle before, when they’d forced him to witness the last being they had bound in this room. This circle…Was to force them together.
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