Chapter 77: Canary
Eventually, Michael is allowed to awaken, but, as soon as he does he realises that something was terribly wrong... The first he notices is his body's occasional unconscious twitch, most likely caused by his constant electrocution. He hoped it wouldn't be permanent, but when he tries to sit up from wherever he was being held he found that... He simply couldn't.
He couldn't move his body at all! Only able to open his eyes and that was the extent of his power... He thought that this might've been some sort of sleep paralysis or some consequence from how he was treated during his capture... But, he soon learned that it was neither...
"Get up." a cold feminine voice orders from the side, his body immediately moving in response to her orders. He stands, only now realising that he was wearing ragged clothes that were in worse conditions than the thing's he'd received at the academy. Not only that, but he was standing in some kind of cage? By the looks of it, it'd been hastily installed in some sort of throne room, it was currently empty aside from his visitor, but... Just how long had he been unconscious?
"Good. You're awake." the woman who Michael now identifies as Sheffield states, a grin plastered across her face which made him want to hit her.
"What is your name?" she commands with crossed arms.
Michael cringes as he feels his body respond to her words, giving his full hated name. "Michael Hunt."
"Who is your Master?"
"No one." his body says, causing the woman to crook a brow.
"Is that so?... Well, who summoned you?" she mutters, unable to really comprehend a Familiar of the Void going against their master.
"Louise Valliere." he answers all while cursing himself for being unable to resist. He tries to shake his body in order to gain some degree of control, but only manages to erratically move his eyes, something that Sheffield doesn't miss.
"Hmm? Oh? You still possess some resistance even while under the ring's control? Is this an effect of your runes, or simply your willpower?" she mutters before beginning to make commands again. "Punch yourself in the face."
*Smack!*
Michael's body fiercely punches himself as hard as possible, his natural self-preservation forgotten as his muscles strain to do their best to follow Sheffield's command. His vision goes blurry for a moment as his fist lands on his own jaw, but his body forces itself to remain standing.
Sheffield giggles at this, "Gandalfr, if you were freed, would you kill me?"
"Yes."
"Do you currently want to kill me?"
"Yes."
Sheffield slowly nods, "It seems that we'll have to break you before sending you out. Can't risk letting a vengeful Gandalfr free, can we?" she remarks as she loudly claps her hands, causing a man-servant to stride into the room.
"Report to Lord Cromwell and Wardes that Gandalfr is not ready to be sent out yet... Oh, and send me some tools from the dungeons." she grins.
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One hour later :
Michael is still standing straight in his cage, inwardly dreading what'll soon happen to him. It was clear Sheffield wasn't a 'kind' person. But seeing her ask for torture instruments made him feel physically sick... Not that he could vomit without express orders from his new 'masters'.
Why the fuck was this even happening to him!? What did he do to deserve this!? He'd been hit by a fucking truck in his apartment, sent to this shit world almost dead, enslaved with mind-altering runes, then forced on the run as a criminal!
Thing's hadn't really even improved after that! With him almost getting killed by thieves not long after his escape... Redfield was fine, but Antomiers!? Left in ruins by a giant fucking tornado! It's as if everything he touches turns to shit! And most of the time it isn't even his fault! Even his run-in with Wardes was just complete bad luck... The one time Michael was journeying to Gallia and Wardes just happens to be flying overhead!?
...
He'd thought that things would get easier with this Dota levelling system, but aside from keeping him alive, the challenges he'd been faced with had only increased! And now here he was, waiting for his torturer to return. This would be shit, but, he still held out hope that he'd escape... And once he did...
Eventually, Sheffield did return, and she brought along her friends... One guy who was clearly Cromwell from what he remembered from the Anime, and that piece of shit Wardes.
"Oho? I can see what you mean, Sheffield. His body is ours but his eyes tell another story." Cromwell chuckles, examining Michael head to toe while rubbing his chin in intrigue. "Shall I use the ring again?"
Sheffield shakes her head, "The Ring of Andvari doesn't work like that. This is the extent of its power over Gandalfr." she states while tapping the cage with one of her rings.
Wardes frowns, "Then, what of my mission? I cannot take a threat with me on something so important."
Sheffield nods, "I agree. Which is why we'll break his will. I train both his mind and body for Reconquista, ah, my tools have arrived." she says as the group hears the squeaking wheels of a trolly approaching.
The manservant from earlier pushes a catering cart that'd been covered in many horrific-looking tools. Still bloody plier-like tongs, strange knives, branding irons, and a litany of other things Michael was unable to identify. Just looking at the cart made him want to cry and beg for forgiveness, but even that option was barred from him.
Wardes slowly nods as he examines the table, "I feel that I should remind you, Gandalfr possesses some form of healing. I am unsure in which form it takes, but it seemed very effective from what I have observed." he explains, sending a pitying glance at Michael.
"If you felt bad then let me go you fucking psycho!" Michael mentally screams, inwardly flailing about like a bull in a china shop in an attempt to rid their control over him.
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Chapter 78: Torturous Existence
Two hours later :
The sight of Michael's torture was a strange one, to say the least. Most people would need to be restrained by chains or ropes. But Michael's body just stands there in his cage as Sheffield slowly tortures him. At times even commanding Michael to torture himself!
Now it wasn't just her, Cromwell, and Wardes in the throneroom however, many of the traitorous nobles that'd joined hands with Reconquista had decided to watch these events unfold as if watching a gladiator fight a wild beast.
Cromwell had taken advantage of this and used it to improve his relations with the nobles that'd soon enough run the Albion with him. Holding a large feast in the throneroom as everyone watched Michael get tortured...
"Hahahaha! Sheffield, make him do it again!" Cromwell commands as he deeply drinks from his wine, the nearby nobles laughing and getting caught up in the merriment shouting out similar commands at her. Her status was just under Cromwell, and she could probably order them all to lick her feet if she wished. Not that she would do so, she was currently having far too much abusing her victim, along with the fact it'd create many problems for both her and Crowmell.
Regardless, Sheffield just nods, "Pull out your teeth again, one by one." she states, and Michael's body grabs the bloody tong again and inserts it into his mouth. His trembling eyes are the only indication that he didn't wish to be there.
Michael applies almost enough pressure to the tong to crush the tooth, and with a swift pull and a small spurt of blood, it is freed from his gums, his body not even reacting to the agonizing pain Michael was experiencing.
"STOP! PLEASE!" he inwardly screams, feeling as if his mind was going to implode in on itself as his body continued to tear his teeth out. Those fucking nobles laugh and laugh at his situation while gorging themselves on food and the pretty waitresses, it was as if he wasn't even human in their eyes, only an animal that needed to be trained. A SLAVE!
When his last tooth drops to the floor with the rest of the pile, Sheffield grins at him and throws a black fabric over the cage, concealing him from everyone's sight... And allowing his teeth to slowly grow back due to his Shadow Dance passive. Truly, Michael regretted taking this ability... It was still doing its intended job, in keeping him alive, but he hadn't anticipated that 'staying alive' was a bad thing...
The sensation of regrowing his teeth was almost as bad as having them pulled... It felt as if another organism was growing in his gums, making him feel as if a Xenomorph had implanted eggs into his body.
After fifteen seconds, the fabric is pulled from the cage, revealing Michael standing there with a completely new set of teeth... Which would undoubtedly be added to the pile at his feet. There was more than one set already down there after all.
'Ooohs' sound out from the crowd, but just as Sheffield is about to begin again, a fat woman with an egregious amount of makeup applied to her face waddles over as a servant follows closely behind while holding a tray of half-eaten food. She had long, thin brown hair that looked like entangled twine, no matter how many hair products she'd obviously used to stop such a thing from happening.
Even the short walk from her table to Michael's cage had left her slightly hard of breath, and he swore he could see her makeup starting to melt off of her fat face. Sheffield somehow notices his gaze and grins at him, causing a cold sweat to form on his back.
"Ah, Lady Tatiana, is there something I can do for you"? Sheffield asks, and the lady nods.
"There is... I wished to see if I could, 'have a go' as it were?" she asks, her voice somehow not as repugnant as her appearance.
Sheffield nods, "As long as it doesn't kill our pet."
Tatiana nods and takes off her long sleeve gloves, but instead of walking over to the cart filled with torture instruments, she instead heads to the fireplace and picks up a red hot fire poker.
"NO! PLEASE NO! STOP!" Michael screams for mercy in his mind as the woman approaches with a toothy smile. Without a moment of hesitation, she drives the red hot poker into Michael's groin... Spearing clean through his 'dragon' and penetrating his hip.
Even the other male nobles in the room wince at this, but their reaction was nowhere near Michael's...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" he mentally screams, all thoughts in his mind getting completely dominated by agony. He isn't even able to formulate an insult as his most sensitive area is slowly cooked.
Even Michael's controlled body reaches its limits as foam begins to form in his mouth, his brain overloading from the pain as it falls over unconscious. Sheffield hastily throws fabric over the cage and snatches the poker from Tatiana's grasp with a scowl, "Are you trying to kill my pet, Tatiana?" she seethes, not knowing if Gandalfr would be able to heal from something like that. It wasn't uncommon for people to die from shock while experiencing massive pain after all.
Tatiana just sneers, "Just neutering a dog. Why are you bothered? Did you intend to have that dirty commoner breed?"
Sheffield scowls, "Were you not made aware? This isn't a commoner, they possess as much or more magic than you, Tatiana." she shakes her head, "Go back to your table, Lord Cromwell will deal with you later." she states.
They were unable to actually tell people that Michael was the Gandalfr, as torturing and brainwashing a holy symbol of Brimir would be seen as complete blasphemy. Perhaps almost on the same level as the elves...
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