Lovers Trust

Warnings: Tourture, rape without so much graphic explanation
Notes: I’ve been very encouraged by your reviews. I can hardly believe you still got faith in this twisted story. I never thought we would be where we are now when I started this story. I actually thought it would be more like a three chapter story… Silly me, huh?


21

[Seifer]
The scream cut through him like a sharp, cold knife. Seifer didn’t want to look, but he couldn’t look away either.

Squall’s left hand was chained to his back, the other was painfully hard shackled to a table. It were the spikes pointing out of his fingers and hand that made him scream. He was naked down to a pair of lousy trousers that hardly hung together.

The man, with brown and white hair, leaned over him. Tightly pressed against his back. He was nuzzling the brunets hair and softly biting his ear. Squall was shivering. Tears were falling, but he forbade himself to sob or utter any sounds part from the unstoppable screams and heavy breathing. He rather bit his lips bloody.

“You are so stupid. Do you really want me to hurt you so much, that your hand can’t be saved?” the man whispered softly as he slowly let a hand make figures at Squall’s heaving stomach.

“Go kill yourself,” Squall hissed and tried stomping his heal at the man’s foot.

The man made a “tsk” and only backed away to raise the spike pistol in his other hand. Squall made a strangled noise as the gun was put to an almost clean spot on his hand. His body started to violently tremble, his breathing shortened, he almost sobbed. But he stayed strong.

Seifer looked away as the man pulled the trigger and Squall screamed.

Squall’s knees went out under him and he rested his forehead against the table. It wasn’t the first time the man did this. Seifer was sickened with the imagination this man had.

To the electrifying, the man had used whips, irons and naked fists to hurt the brunet. He’d also used some drug, probably the fluid from the pool that the Elder had been talking about. Sooner than Seifer had expected, Squall had cracked and stripped for the man. Both Seifer and Squall had been relived as the man only ordered him to dress in those pore excuses for trousers instead.

“Why do you have to make this so hard, um?” the man murmured as he crouched beside the kneeling Squall.

The man stroked the chocolate-brown hair gently as he put down the gun. Squall started to tremble uncontrollably and his breathing picked up as the man took up a syringe. The man stroked Squall’s pale arm and Squall hardly suppressed a whimper.

“You brought this onto yourself, pretty,” the tormentor said as he carefully inserted the nail.

Seifer swallowed and closed his eyes. He started to understand what the Elder had said about that fluid. How it could change a person. Demolish a person.

It took a few minutes for it to take affect. The man picked up a hammer to draw out the spikes in the meantime. Squall really whimpered as the first spike was prepared to be taken out.

The next ten minutes, Seifer tried telling himself that this was a memory. It had already happened and it wouldn’t happen again, not if Seifer had any say in this. But hearing Squall give into his screams mix with heavy sobs, made Seifer’s heart wrench out of his chest.

When all the spikes were out, Squall was a heap of trembling bones, quivering lips, sobs and tears streaming down his face. He flinched as the man touched his bloody hand. The brunet wailed as the wounds were slowly pressed and prodded, but he couldn’t get to his feet or struggle against the man. Blue, cool magic seeped from the man’s hand and the wounds slowly closed up.

“Now, what do you say we try to make that butterfly form again?” the torturer purred close to Squall’s ear.

Squall made a strangled noise as if he wanted to protest, but didn’t say anything. Seifer felt his stomach start to turn. The worst with this man wasn’t his all different ways of torture, but that he healed his victim back to almost normal again after every session and within it. He grabbed the hem of Shiva’s clothes.

: : Please. Take me away from here : : he begged silently.

He didn’t want to see the man yet again draw a butterfly with a pensile on that fragile hand, just so he could fill it in with spikes. Shiva looked down at Seifer, but slowly looked back to her child.

Squall’s screams were worse this time. He didn’t even try to hold his crying. As the white/brown haired man placed the gun the seventh time to the bloody hand, Squall wailed something resembling to a no. The man halted himself.

“You wanted something, pretty?” he asked softly. Like he wasn’t torturing the brunet.

Squall looked up. Tears streaming down, eyes read, lips quivering, body trembling.

“Please. Please, no more,” he sobbed.

The man smiled. The smile made ice run down Seifer’s spine. The man crouched down beside Squall.

“No? Well, then I need you to tell me something. Remember what I want to hear?” the man purred as if he was talking to a child.

Squall slowly shook his head. His gray-blue eyes was almost only blue and Seifer painfully recognized the big eyed, teary expression.

“I need you to tell me your full name and where your friends are,” the man murmured and Seifer swallowed down bill that had raised to his throat..

Squall stared at the man for a long moment. He looked to be really concentrating on remember such simple facts.

“Squall… Leonhart,” Squall said silently and sniffed in agitation.

“Good boy, now, where’s your comrades?” the man encouraged and slowly stroked Squall’s shivering back.

Squall yet again stared up at the man. Slowly he started to breath heavier and bit his lips and worry at his bonds. He shook his head.

“I…I don’t know. Don’t know,” he whispered and whimpered as the man gave him a disapproving look.

The man rose to his feet and raised the gun again.

“Then, I’m afraid I have to continue my work here,” he said coldly and placed the gun against the pale hand.

“No!” Squall screamed and wailed.

“No! Please! I don’t know! I don’t know!” Squall trashed in his bonds and started crying again.

The man grabbed his hair and roughly yanked his head back. Squall stopped trashing and crying straight out, but was still sobbing.

“You sure? You must know where your friends are. Aren’t they your friends? Doesn’t friends always know where the other are?” the man asked harshly and Squall blinked up at him confused.

“Yes…?” he agreed uncertainly.

The man frowned.

“Then they can’t be your friends if they don’t tell you where you can find them, right?” the white/brown haired man said slowly.

Both Squall and Seifer blinked at him.

“No…?” Squall agreed again softly, still confused.

Seifer rose to his feet and narrowed his eyes.

: : What? What’s he talking about? Squall could impossible now such a thing : : he asked the cold GF.

“Then… you don’t have any friends,” the man said softly and eased his grip on the brunet, as if he felt pity.

Squall slowly shook his head as he gazed up at the man. The man crouched down and gently stroked Squall’s hair. As if to calm a scared child.

“Then lets be friends, hum? You can call me ‘Master’.”

Seifer’s eyes widened and he didn’t believe what he saw when Squall slowly nodded. Before he could say anything, the room disappeared and he stared out in blackness.

: : What?! Just that, what did he? Shiva! : : he growled and turned to the blue queen.

: : You know now : : was her simple answer before another room and place took form around them.

It wasn’t the same room, but it was still four gray walls with no window or door. It had a lone madras in one corner, where Squall was chained to the wall. There was also a simple table with two chairs in it. Squall could reach a bucket with water and another for his needs, where he in the cell before hadn’t had any water.

Seifer clenched his teeth and fists as he saw that they had stepped straight into some sort of session. The “Master” had probably just given Squall a beating. The young man was lying on his side, coughing and heaving for air. The man sighed.

“Why’d you have to be so stubborn? You was so good, what do you think this rebellion will give you?” he asked softly as he prepared another syringe.

Squall almost made a growling and he glared up at the man under his brown bangs.

“They would… never leave me. Rinoa would never leave me here!” he hissed, showing his teeth as if he had fangs he could scare the man with.

The “Master” shrugged and looked down when the syringe was prepared. He crouched and Squall hissed and twisted on the madras.

“You know that is not the truth… You know it in your heart,” he said softly as he took a painful grip around Squall’s arm and plunged the needle in it.

Seifer clenched his fists so hard, his nails bit into his palms. Was this guy still alive? Could they hunt him down? Could Seifer find him on his own if it came down to that? He would, damn it! He would tear that bastard limb from limb.

Squall screamed shortly as the fluid started to work on him. He was trembling even worse than before, he curled up as if his insides was burning and tearing apart. Squall moaned in pain and took a shaking hand to his head where he fisted his hair and tugged at it so hard he got a few strands in his hand.

: : It wasn’t like this before : : Seifer stated and Shiva shook her head.

: : You can’t take the fluid too many times. Your body will collapse from inside out and your mind will go insane : : she explained calmly.

Seifer blinked at her.

: : Where were you by the way? Wasn’t you with him? Couldn’t you help him? : : Seifer asked and did really try to hide his accusation.

Shiva smirked faintly.

: : I was there, but he couldn’t hear me in the end : : she said sorrowful.

: : Yeah, but before? Wasn’t you junctioned? Why couldn’t he use your power and break out? : : Seifer explained irritably.

: : Look : : she just said and Seifer glanced at the two men.

Squall had stopped trembling, but was shivering. The “Master” crouched down and petted his hair. Squall only looked up with blue eyes and a distant expression.

: : Around his ankle : : Shiva said and Seifer automatically looked down the thin body.

Around the ankle, a thin golden bracelet was locked. Seifer frowned.

: : A GF collar? : : he asked silently. He’d only heard about those things, but hadn’t thought they had been made yet. Something about the concentration of magic making it hard to produce.

Shiva only nodded and gazed at her lovely child with sorrow and concern. It was such an unusual expression, that Seifer had to stare at her for a moment.

“They won’t come, pretty. You’re all alone, without friends or lovers,” the man said softly.

Squall shook his head and the blue eyes got a little more clear, as if he was fighting the fluid in his body.

“No… we… we love…”

“No, you don’t. She doesn’t. No one loves an orphan. Why do you think your parents abandoned you? Because you’re someone not to be loved,” the man forcefully corrected.

Seifer growled and glared death in the man. That was so low. To say that Squall became an orphan because his parents didn’t love him. That was just weak.

Squall’s lips started to quiver and Seifer saw that that had been all to crack him again. The youth shook his head and tears started to swell in his eyes.

“No… no… Rinoa…”

”If she had loved you, she would have been here now, wouldn’t she? She would have been by your side to help you and strengthen you,” the man said calmly and he smiled softly.

He petted Squall’s hair again. Squall kept shaking his head.

“As for those others… they where just a bunch of guys under your command. They weren’t your friends. They was your subordinates, nothing else. They didn’t even like you, why else would they leave you behind?” he continued softly.

Squall started sobbing and curled up on his side. The man hushed him and stroked his shivering back as to try and comfort him.

: : Bastard! : : Seifer hissed. He looked away.

How could Squall even contemplate this being truth? It was all because of that stupid fluid. He understood now. That bastard used that fluid and made Squall believe every crape that came out of that lying mouth. All Seifer had to do was to make Squall to understand that it was false. Shiva studied him and Seifer glared down when he noticed.

: : What? : : he growled.

: : You are not completely wrong : : was all she said.

“I’m you’re friend Squall. I’ll never leave you,” the man had somehow made Squall stop sobbing and calmed him.

Seifer swallowed hard when he saw all the wrong signs. How the man was leaning over Squall, how he was stroking his hip and thigh and holding the back of his head as the thumb was stroking his chin. Squall only gazed up at the man. He didn’t resist as his tormentor kissed him.

The youth didn’t resist even as the man started kneading his buttock and opening his trousers. However, Squall protested when his trousers were taken off and he twisted a little. The man captured his head and his eyes.

“Easy lovely. I’m your ‘Master’, remember? I’ve been nice to you, right? Then you need to be nice to me,” he explained and somehow Squall thought that sounded right.

He didn’t fight it as his trousers were peeled completely off and his legs were spread and the man placed himself between them. Squall stared almost blindly at the man. He was biting his lip and his eyes screamed out fear and… innocence. Seifer swallowed and remembered that memory from the forest. Of that young Squall… Had he been attacked after that?

The man laid down on the shivering youth and took his lips again. His hands touched, massaged and kneaded areas not meant for him. Squall weakly fisted the mans shirt and whined as one or more fingers penetrated him. The “master” started rubbing himself against the brunet and ravished his mouth and throat.

Seifer looked away. His chest was constricting and strangling him. Hate, real black hot hate, surged up inside of him. It didn’t even compare to that hate Ultimecia had made him think he felt. This was his own hate, his rage. And it was suffocating him. His body started trembling with it as Squall cried out in sync with the man’s pleasure filled groan.

The man wasn’t careful in his taking. He breached the youth without stopping. Only one long thrust. He then gave Squall little time to adjust, but proceeded to sate his lust whit uncaring, harsh thrusts.

: : Take me away : : Seifer growled to the GF, refusing to see his loved one become violated like that.

Shiva granted his wish, and they where yet again in complete darkness. Seifer forced himself to calm down. Nothing would come from him acting on his rage. He was in Squall’s mind after all. But it was hard. So very, very hard. Especially as he could very well imagine what happened after that break through.

How long they were like that, Seifer didn’t know. He sat down by a point. Not that there where really anything to sit in or that he felt like he was standing. It just made him feel better. Shiva didn’t start speaking until Seifer had calm down and quenched his hot rage.

: : We have to proceed : : she said silently and Seifer gave a growl as response.

: : I don’t need to see more, I get it! Just tell me what the fuck to do! : : he barked at her.

He met her cold eyes that were disturbingly filled with sorrow. She sighed and closed her eyes.

: : It is necessary. We need to get through : : she said coldly.

: : What? Why can’t we just go to where the problem really is? All this is onlu memories, right? : : Seifer lashed out at her.

Shiva looked down at him with almost pity in her cold face. Well, she should. She new what was coming, she had been there hadn’t she?

: : We are on our way : : she said patiently as yet another scenary took form around them. Screams already filled the little room.


Author’s Whining:
Hopefully, next chapter will come a little faster. Still, your wonderful patience and words are huge encouragements. Thank you!