Chasing Moths (Mocking_Jayy and Desu Juice)

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[fieldbox="Cassius Albanus, cyan, dashed, 10"]Teo gave a cruel chuckle. "Stop?" He lifted his boot up, and stomped down, but Cassius had retreated away from the ground into a sitting position. He looked up to watch men approach Farah and attach her to the peg, concern in his gaze.

Angry at the fact that the blonde had moved away, the Chief lifted the poker off of the ground and pressed the metal against Cassius's back while he wasn't paying attention. The metal had cooled down enough where it didn't burn as much as it did earlier, and Cassius found it easier to withstand the pain. He didn't flinch away, he simply closed his eyes and smiled until the metal was pulled away and stuck back into the edge of the blaze.

Farah was forced to kneel right next to him, and Cassius almost involuntarily moved closer to her, looking for comfort as the next series of tortures were readied.

By now, the pitter-patter of the rain had become a roaring downpour. The pyre behind the two still managed to stay burning, however not nearly as brightly as before. Cassius hoped it would go out.[/fieldbox]
 
Farah leaned closer to Cassius, but was pulled back as Athalos began to chain her up. First he chained her ankles together and from there he attached a chain from her ankles to the ones around her wrists, effectively keeping her in that kneeling position. A couple of more chains were added to ensure that she wouldn't move. Shallots smirked as he stared down at the girl before patting her head. "All finished."

Farah ignored the man and stared at Cassius and she gave him an apologetic look.
 
[fieldbox="Cassius Albanus, cyan, dashed, 10"]At her apologetic look, Cassius simply looked down at the ground with a critical gaze as rain poured down his face and dripped off of his chin. He didn't want Farah to feel guilty about this. It wasn't her fault that such evil people exist in the world.

"They'll pay for this, I swear..." He whispered to her. The Chief immediately grabbed him by the hair and forced him to look up.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

His hair was let go, and Cassius let his head drop again. Cheers echoed around them again as Teo readied his whip, and cracked it in the air.

"Pull her shirt up!" He called to on of the men standing beside them, and Cassius's head immediately snapped up. With wide eyes he hollered, "No! Do what you want to me, but spare Farah, please!"[/fieldbox]
 
Athalos smacked Cassius and told him to shut up, before he gestured for them to do as Teo had ordered.

Farah felt her heartbeat quicken as well as her breathing while she starred up at Teo, who had the whip ready. Suddenly her shirt was pulled up by some man and she shivered. Scars ranging in sizes littered the skin on her abdomen. They were all courtesy to her previous encounter with these bandits.
 
[fieldbox="Cassius Albanus, cyan, dashed, 10"]Cassius quickly recovered from the smack and looked back up to see Farah's shirt get pulled up.
He caught sight of the scars marring her abdomen before looking away, blushing. He was aware that he wasn't supposed to see this part of Farah... All her bad encounters were written on her skin, and it made him feel sick because who would do something so terrible?


Both of them were exposed to the world now, in a sense. Cassius listened to the whip crack in the air again before it lashed against Farah's back, and he slouched and closed his eyes.

"I... I'm the word guard ever." He muttered to himself, feeling tears spill over and mingle with the raindrops running down his face.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Farah Montague, blueviolet, dashed, 10"]
The scars marring her skin served as constant reminder of what she had gone through and she absolutely hated them. Sure, some could say they could be proof that she survived something terrible, battle scars if you will, but she didn't view them that way. To her, they seemed like a nuisance, a reminder, and just something that made her completely self conscious about her body. So when Cassius looked away from her, she couldn't help but to feel relief and at the same time that he was disgusted with her.

The whip cracked against her back and Farah squeezed her eyes shut as she bit her tongue to keep from crying out and a metallic taste filled her mouth. It wasn't until the second time that the whip cracked against her back, Farah had been unprepared. A cry left her lips and she hunched forward, trying to ease the pain in some way. Of course that didn't work.
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[fieldbox="Cassius Albanus, cyan, dashed, 10"]"Hah! Yes, cry out, just like that!" The whip cracked against her back again, and the Chief bore the toothy smile of a predator.

Cassius could hear his heartbeat roaring in his ears. This was not at all what he had expected would happen... Had he been more aware, or perhaps is he was simply a better guard... The lash of a whip interrupted his thoughts, and dazed him as the cuts along his back were hit. He made no sound, just closed his eyes and let the tears keep running down his cheeks. He was glad for the rain- perhaps nobody would notice them.

Annoyed with the man's lack of response, the whip was angled at Farah again, and descended over, and over, and over...

With the sound of each hit, Cassius grit his teeth harder and harder together, until he thought he might break his jaw with the force. This wasn't supposed to happen... He was supposed to help her. The more the Chief struck Farah, the more he broke Cassius.[/fieldbox]
 
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Farah's eyes watered at the pain when the whip landed against her back. She was only allowed a moment of rest and that was when they had whipped Cassius again, before the Chief Two started to whip her again.

She didnt want to give them the satisfaction of hearing her cried and she had successful managed to keep them in, but the pain became unbearable. So with each hit, cries left her mouth along with tears trailing down her cheeks, blending in with the droplets of water that descended from the sky.

After a while she couldn't take it anymore and she struggled against her chains, trying to get away from the bite of the whip. "Please..." She begged and memories of her torture from before played in her mind, causing for sobs to leave her lips. "Please! Stop!"
 
[fieldbox="Cassius Albanus, cyan, dashed, 10"]With each cry, Cassius shut his eyes tighter, wishing the world away. Wishing time would just stop. Wishing they could be free, free to walk and talk, and smell the flowers. Not here, not being hurt...

This was awful.

Just when he though he couldn't take anymore, Farah began to beg- and that was when he snapped.

Cassius shot up and struggled in his chains, eyes wild with anger. "You fuckers are gonna get it as soon as I get out of these chains!" He yelled, and somehow managed to slip a leg out of the bindings. He used it to push himself up to stand, bore his teeth to Teo, and stood there in the rain- hair bristling, and eyes wide with anger. "I'll fucking kill you!"

He charged,despite being unable to use his hands or any other part of his body, Cassius lunged at the Chief to tackle him, but, the chains were too short and Cassius only succeeded in knocking himself to the ground as they unbalanced him. He immediately scrambled back up to stand and waited, hoping Teo approached so that he could maybe hit him, headbutt him, anything...[/fieldbox]
 
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[fieldbox="Farah Montague, blueviolet, dashed, 10"]
Farah didn't even register the fact that Chief Teo had stopped whipping her to glare over to Cassius. In fact everything seemed to be fading in and out, the only thing that stood out to her was the immense amount of pain she felt.

The girl collapsed onto her side and the blood dripping down her back mingled with the water dripping onto her back. She could only imagine how bloody she was. Sobs racked through her and her body trembled. "What an Elite you are." Athalos mocked as watched Cassius with an amused expression, a smirk in place. "You couldn't even protect the little whore." He dug the tip of his boot into Farah's wounded back, causing for the girl to whimper, no longer having the energy to even get a scream out. The girl did the best she could to move away and curl into herself but the chains restricted her movements and her weak attempts only caused for a couple of the men to laugh.

"We're not done with you yet, whore." Athalos growled out into her ear before roughly gripping her shoulders and harshly pulling her up into a kneeling position again. The girl could only silently cry and whimper at the pain.

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[fieldbox="Cassius Albanus, cyan, dashed, 10"]Teo approached, and Cassius tried to make his way towards him, but someone pulled him back at that moment, and he was sent sprawling to the ground.

He didn't get up.

What an Elite I am... Cassius turned to face Farah, only to see her on her side. Blood fled from her back to elope with the rain, staining the ground pink. She whimpered and... All willpower evaporated from Cassius at that moment, he was crushed. Completely, utterly crushed.

What an Elite I am... Rain soaked him to the bone, and Cassius felt the dirt gritting into the open wounds on his back. There was nothing he could do, he was powerless.

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[fieldbox="Farah Montague, blueviolet, dashed, 10"]
The pyre had finally stopped burning behind the two and it was then that they released Farah from her chains, causing her to just collapse forward. The girl was practically fading in and out of consciousness so Athalos wasn't particularly worried about her getting up and trying to escape. As for Cassius, he would remain in chains. "You two wait here until we finish setting up camp." Athalos gave Cassius a grin before walking off to set up the tents for the night. They wouldn't travel through this weather. Plus they were ahead of time, so it wouldn't affect their travel time.
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[fieldbox="Cassius Albanus, cyan, dashed, 10"]Cassius stayed un-moving, like a marble sculpture of a man, or a poor mimic of a Grecian hero falling from grace- he was slouched over, and his head was bowed.

Cassius was waiting for another blow, his eyes closed and mind painfully distant. At one point, he had become so detached that they couldn't force anymore sounds from him. They had introduced hot metal and daggers to his skin, simultaneously, and it changed his silence rather quickly back into noise.
Now, he was just numb, and exhausted.


But awareness gradually returned to Cassius, and he struggled towards Farah, trying hard to get close to her. His knees ached as he pulled them along the ground, and he surprised himself with how much strength he still had left.

Cassius stopped, kneeling silently as if in prayer. He waited to be acknowledged, afraid that she would hate him for being unable to save her.[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Farah Montague, blueviolet, dashed, 10"]
The dark haired girl just laid there on the ground, her hair sprawled all around her, some of it sticking to her bloody back. So much for revenge, she thought bitterly as she starred off forward, not really looking at anything. Her gaze was blank, devoid of any emotion. It seemed as if with every lash of the whip and wound they inflicted on her, had drained her energy and will. It was all the same. The torture, their indifference on how badly wounded they left her. They didn't even bother to pull her shirt back down. It was like she was living the same life three years ago, when she was kidnapped and held captive by these monsters.

The sight of blonde hair caught her attention and Farah tilted her head slightly to look at Cassius. Immediately guilt rushed through her and overshadowed the pain she felt. She brought him into this mess. She was the one dead set on revenge and she had dragged him down with her. "I...I-I'm sorry." She choked out, her voice was hoarse due to all the screaming she had done.
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[fieldbox="Cassius Albanus, cyan, dashed, 10"]His lips pressed together, but Cassius's couldn't stop himself from saying, "Are you... kidding?" The deep voice wavered unsteadily, like a dying fire.

He looked up at her, eyes red and tears still flowing from them like waterfalls. "I was supposed to make sure that this never happened to you again..." Chains clinked together and rubbed against each other to make a chorus of annoying noises as he drew closer to her, kneeling beside her. His voice was so broken, it was hard to understand.

"I was supposed to keep you safe..." He strained his sore wrists against the metal. "What an Elite I am..."[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox="Farah Montague, blueviolet, dashed, 10"]
Farah knew that Cassius would blame himself for this, but she wouldn't accept it. This was her fault, not his. The girl closed her eyes for a second as the chains rattled against each other, the noise was far louder than she had expected and it only brought her discomfort. "No." She spoke out as she moved her body a bit so she could tilt her head and get a better look at him as he knelt besides her. "Stop blaming yourself f-for this...I caused this." Farah stated as she starred up at him before she moved her arms, placing her palms against the ground. Her arms shook from how weak she was as she attempted to push herself up. Eventually the girl gave up, the pain become too unbearable. "I'm the one that wanted revenge." She added before the sound of footsteps were heard. She felt a hint of fear settled within her and just as she had assumed, Athalos had returned from who knows where. "Well, your tent is ready." The male grinned as he looked between the two. "Come on, whore. You're first." Athalos roughly shoved Cassius away, before reaching down to scoop the girl into his arms, emitting a faint cry from her. "Ooo...did I hurt you?" Athalos questioned mockingly before beginning to walk away from the pyre and towards the tents set up.
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[fieldbox="Cassius Albanus, cyan, dashed, 10"]Cassius heard footsteps approach, and his voice died down, and he was silent. He wanted to insist that Farah was wrong, but the last time he had spoken to her in the presence of Athalos resulted in a terrible beating.

He let himself get shoved, and limply hit the dirt. There was no point in fighting it anyway- what could he do when they had Farah?
They get a tent? Cassius assumed that they would be kept in the rain outside... But then again, they probably didn't want their prisoners dead from sickness.


It was only when the man lifted her up that Cassius realized what they might do to her... He hated the idea of Farah being taken anywhere without him. But again, what could he do?
Chains rattled as he weakly moved his arms, trying in vain to escape his bindings. His gaze followed the bandit as he left, pleading the gods to make the crook drop dead.
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[fieldbox="Farah Montague, blueviolet, dashed, 10"]
There were various tents ranging from red to black lined up together. As they approached, it was quite obvious that everyone had retreated to their tents to take shelter from the bone chilling cold the rain provided. "You should be grateful we even bothered to get you two a tent." Athalos stated as he glared down at Farah, who had reverted back to her emotionless self. It was her form of defense and it wouldn't allow them the satisfaction of seeing how badly all their torture was affecting her. Athalos wasn't content with her silence, so when he entered the shabby looking tent, he just let the girl drop onto the ground.

Farah clamped her mouth shut, clenched her fist at her sides, and squeezed her eyes shut. Clearly the girl was trying so hard to contain in her scream, given that she landed on her side, though more on her back. When Athalos finally left the tent, she waited for a second before letting out a cry. Tears spilled from her eyes and the girl struggled but managed to roll onto her stomach. The nasty, bloody wounds on her back were concealed by her shirt that had finally fallen back into place, but the blood was quickly sweeping through, staining her shirt.
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Athalos walked back towards the male and a small grin full of malice appeared. "It quite sad don't you think?...You were suppose to watch over her. You were suppose to keep her safe and prevent something like this from happening and yet, you two are here." Athalos raised a brow as he starred down at the blonde, before moving behind him to make sure that his chains were well secured and removed from the peg. "Get up." Athalos ordered, before pulling out his knife and holding it up to his neck, his grip tight on the blade, before he began to usher him towards the tent. "I'm sure Farah is quite happy with you as her guard, given that you're doing an excellent job.

Once they reached the tent Farah was in, Athalos shoved in the blonde, before closing up their tent. Right after, two guards settled besides the tent.
 
[fieldbox="Cassius Albanus, cyan, dashed, 10"]Cassius glared up at Athalos and said nothing. It was all true anyway, there was no reason disagree.

He stood with a great deal of pain, but smiled again and let himself be led to the tent. Each one was red and black, red and black, torture and pain- a morbid pattern Cassius understood even better now. He was shoved inside on of the tents, but caught himself before he could fall over.

Farah was laying on the ground, red blooming through her shirt, and Cassius retreated into the darkest corner of the tent as the tent was closed behind him and everything grew even darker.

He sat down, and stared at her, wide-eyed and afraid. He couldn't believe that something like this happened, he couldn't believe that he was so weak. Farah probably hated him, hated him for promising to take care of her. He said nothing, but the teary look on his face spoke volumes.[/fieldbox]
 
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[fieldbox="Farah Montague, blueviolet, dashed, 10"]
Farrah froze when she heard footsteps aproach before someone entered the tent. It wasn't until the tent was pulled close, did the girl finally opened her eyes and lost the tenseness in her body. Immediately her eyes settled into the blonde and the expression on his face caused for her stomach to churn. He was crying and clearly evident how he was feeling at the moment.

"Please don't cry. " She pleaded quietly as she starred up at him. Yes, she was in a great amount of pain but this wasn't his fault. This was out of his control and he didn't order for those bandits to bring this torture.

She couldn't help but to wonder if they would be able to escape or would they be held captive for several months, just she like she had been.

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