“My head hurts.” Brig heard Raziel but was still trying to snap himself out of the haze and tried to move his arms that were bound above him. Something sliced into his skin, but it was the terror of being bound that frightened him more than the burning. He opened his eyes slowly and was met with the sight of Azrael’s vicious smile as he crouched in front of him and Shiroi gloating as she stood beside her silver-haired Master. “Fuck, this is a horrid sight to wake up to.”
“Just keep still.” Raziel persisted in his warnings. “The web in front of you will cut you to shreds.”
“Always spoiling my fun.” Samael smiled as he pulled Raziel’s hair. “I was hoping to see him bleed more than that. Now you will have to entertain me.”
“Leave him alone.” Brig turned to see Samael lying on the bed behind Raziel. He got angry over the scaled fingers in Raziel’s hair. As he made an angry attempt to break himself free, the threads cut into his arms and sliced his cheek. Raziel was similarly bound with his arms lashed to the bedpost above him. “Don’t touch him, you coward. Untie me so I can beat that smile off your face.”
“De faka voneka na koga ke zekusi’tach benzu de vak sek.” Samael whispered his threatening words at Raziel’s ear. “Welak Isa, I want you to watch Brig closely. I don’t want you to miss a second of his suffering.”
“Bol itek Galik sesa leshu’ach ze vodosel sek shent leshu.” Azrael taunted Brig.
“Don’t bother insulting me, you pigment deprived fuck.” Brig scowled at him. “I don’t understand your gibberish.”
“Then let me translate for you.” Shiroi laughed as Brig nervously watched Azrael cut the cords holding Raziel’s arms. “He said ‘not even Galik has heard the screams you will hear’.”
“Get your hands off of him.” Brig ached and he was unsure how much of the pain was his own. Azrael dragged Raziel away from the bedpost by his wrists and Raziel still did nothing to defend himself. “You have your slut to play with…”
“Do not insult her.” Samael grabbed Brig’s hair and forced his face against the threads until he screamed. He could see Shiroi flush over his defense and smiled as he let Brig lay his head back and heal. “It was your mouth that led Raziel here.”
“Let him go, Samael.” Raziel sat at Azrael’s feet. He tried to prepare himself for what he knew was coming and wanted the suffering to be his own.
“Make him crawl, Azrael.” Samael ignored Raziel’s pleas and leaned over to taunt Brig. “I hate to rush things, but I have so little time to make the two of you suffer. Lucifer is only giving me a week before I have to convince the Council they should let me take your life.”
“Vechek.” Azrael pulled Raziel by his hair and forced him to crawl to Samael. “De supas sek fersuna kasuga na vakyuban dedesek travik.”
“Raziel, what’s going on?” Brig was less panicked by Samael’s threats and more by the way Raziel caved so willingly. Once he could no longer see him he started to shake. Brig became more aware of his arms tied above him, of the threads in front of him that kept him further immobilized. Raziel didn’t answer, Samael went quiet as Azrael laughed and Shiroi’s face went a shade paler in shock at what she was seeing. “Raziel…”
“Kaz ken.” Azrael giggled as he threw Raziel’s jacket at Brig’s feet.
“Your Master is going to be busy for a while.” Shiroi grinned wickedly as she caught the shirt Azrael threw next and laughed as Samael pulled Raziel on to the bed. “Very busy.”
“That’s sick.” Brig struggled and was rewarded with tiny cuts all over body. He started to cry over the sounds behind him. “Let him go.”
“Shupan fethki isa mave zan.” Samael clawed into Raziel’s ribs and forced him down in front of him. “De shent kabak Brig salek.”
“Hak.” Raziel replied and gasped as Samael reminded him of the price he had paid so often for Galik. “He should not suffer because you hate me.”
“I think it’s too late for that.” Shiroi laughed. Brig looked entirely crushed and tears spilled over the blood on his face as he wept.
“Raziel, I’m so sorry.” Brig cried and wished he had a way to stop it. He felt pathetic and could do nothing but offer his regrets and apologies. He glared at Shiroi. “How can you let this happen? What kind of monster are you?”
“If Raziel could answer he would remind that he is already paying for the things you said to me.” Shiroi drew a kunai into her hand and drove it through Brig’s leg.
“Gansat, Welak Isa.” Azrael leaned back over the foot of the bed and gave her a proud smile as he twisted his fingers in Raziel’s hair. “Deseka sesa na maku dekehaki na Lucifer fakara.”
“He’ll live.” Shiroi pulled the blade from Brig’s leg and crawled over to kiss Azrael as he moaned.
“You’re as disgusting as they are.” Brig cried. He listened as Samael and Azrael taunted Raziel in words he couldn’t understand. For hours he endured the smells and sounds of torture that reminded him of his previous imprisonment and felt sick at the thought of what he could not see. When the bed behind him finally stopped moving he heard the thud of Raziel hitting the floor and Shiroi jumped past him excitedly to join her Master’s as they enjoyed each other.
“Go sit down, Raziel.” Samael laughed. “Don’t make me chase after you.”
Raziel dressed and returned to his seat at the foot of the bed without question or hesitation. He knew the week was going to be painful enough for Brig without giving Samael further reason to escalate his vengeful passions. Shiroi eagerly took his place between Samael and Azrael and he hoped it would last long enough to convince Brig to stay calm. Brig was miserable with guilt and struggling to keep himself still, his fear of being confined was starting to cloud his judgment. Raziel more pained by Brig’s thoughts than he was by the humiliation of once again playing toy to the Wyrms.
“If I had known you go through this…” Brig sobbed. He was unable to continue when he glanced over at Raziel. Even with his mask intact he could feel the sting of misery.
“I don’t blame you for this, puppet.” Raziel assured him. “Please calm yourself.”
“Why didn’t you fight them?” Brig whimpered.
“Ke saba nus belnushiki.” Azrael laughed and lashed his tail over the end of the bed to strike Raziel. “Kuri!”
“I can not best them.” Raziel lifted his hands to the bedpost as Azrael commanded and endured the pain of the magic that bound him tightly to the bedpost. “If my suffering spares you, I will not try to win a fight I am sure to lose.”
“You assume I’m going to spare him.” Samael laughed and wound a swirl of magic around Raziel’s neck to further restrain him. “This is not part of a bargain to spare another of your pets, Raziel. You are both my prisoners.”
“Samael, hanseka.” Raziel begged for a chance to make another bargain. “De kosh ken. De faka danveset’ach na maku sek det malika ba ek lishat ek sek koshagali.”
“I’m afraid my bed is a little crowded to keep you chained to it for long enough to satisfy my need to see you suffer.” Samael laughed at the smile on Shiroi’s face. She was as enthralled with his delicate way with her as his power over the others. Their bride writhed between them and he loved how she embraced their cruelty. “As much as I enjoy you Raziel, you are too much trouble to keep.”
“Then I will come when you call and spare you my presence when you don’t need it.” Raziel heard Brig’s mind racing as he realized more of the situation. “I beg you, Samael. If there is kindness in you, do not force this on him.”
“I’ll consider it.” Samael licked across Shiroi’s lips. “I have my tender bride to consider.”
“There are better ways to make Brig cry.” Shiroi whispered to him. “I know what will hurt him far worse and I don’t want his scent on you anyway.”
“Sale de.” Azrael laid her between them and redressed her. “De haka sek na dan se.”
“Tek, Kaleka Azrael.” Shiroi let them both kiss her before she crawled from the bed. She could tolerate seeing her Master’s dominating another Watcher so beautifully, but she couldn’t stand the thought of them bedding the whiny vampire who was already so close to breaking. She paced in front of them and Azrael and Samael sat between the captives on the foot of the bed. For them she could be cruel. Shiroi called on her magic and created a casket on the floor in front of her. It sparked an immediate and violently desperate reaction from Brig as he cut himself on the web of threads trying to escape a fate to him worse than death.