A loud knock suddenly came through the thick metal once he was sure he'd heard Faustus beginning to stir. Quite a nasty blow to the head he'd gotten from that baseball bat earlier. Complementary a certain faithful Disciple who probably packed the worst punch next to Landon.
"Wakey wakey beautiful!" The muffled voice drifted out loudly to even more so get the male's attention from where Nash stood just outside the massive sculpture they kept in the back of the warehouse.
Faustus stifled a wail of pain. Not only did his head hurt from being hit, but he was thirsty as all hell. How long had he been here? He'd had a restless night and had just begun to drift off to sleep when he heard the knock.
"What do you WANT?" he demanded.
Eyes closing as a smirk crossed Nash's face at the sound he could hear primarily he let out a snicker. One ear close to the small hatch in the side of the metal door he could hear what the other was saying but what the other heard and what had caused some laughter from nearby was the sound of his pleas turned to a bit of a low sounding overly drawn own robotic noise.
"Well for now.... To try my new toy. Have you heard the story of the brazen bull?" Nash purred back in a sinister voice. Oh how he wished he could see how beautiful this creature had turned out but as his eyes opened and he looked over it all he could tell for sure was the spray paint they'd had to use definitely seemed to glow in the light of the nearby crackling fire pits.
"No, and nor do I care!" Faustus yelled back at the voice. "You ought to try that 'toy' on yourself if you love it so much!"
He was absolutely fuming! How had he let himself get caught? How could he have been so careless and idiotic? Only the weak allowed themselves to be taken in, that's what he believed, and yet... and yet, here he was! A dolorous day indeed, simply dreadful!
He sighed. It wasn't a good idea to talk back at his captor, but what else was he to do? Submit like—like some sort of dog? No, thank you. He had slightly more pride than that, although the remnants of his dignity were fast departing him.
Immediately Nash began to laugh "Oh I've plenty of those.... However, it's far more fun to hear what you sound like out here believe me!" He mused with a wicked smirk as he stepped back slightly finally. "Savoy.... Light the fire!" He called over his shoulder to where the Disciple who'd clubbed Faustus earlier stood holding a torch next to Landon and soon both were moving over towards the massive metal bull looking statue Faustus was in with the fire pits below it. The perfect night entertainment.... Nash still hadn't decided how long he'd let Faustus heat up for or maybe he'd forget? He snickered at the thought.
"Should we bring the others out to watch? Their rivaling reactions might pose.... Comical" He suddenly spoke over his shoulder to where he could hear Dixie sniggering away.
"I'll go tell Rail" Dixie replied with a bit of quirked grin.
It took a lot usually for Faustus to react to heat, so if anyone had occasion to ask about this later-- if he lived long enough for there to *be* a later-- he'd put it down to nerves. He wasn't dumb enough *not* to know why they'd want others to watch. This was about humiliation and power... but to what end? What was it they wanted from him.
"Gentlemen, surely we can come to some sort of agreement?" The words came out rushed, panicked. "What is it you want? A cut?"
No answer, at least not yet. Outside the rather gnarly looking of the brazen bull Nash was lighting a cigarette up and completely silently watching the shadows moving in front of him and the flickering lights of the torches in their hands. Granted from here he figured Faustus was trying to talk his way out but he couldn't understand what was said entirely and really didn't care.
"I'd recommend saving your voice.... You'll need it" Savoy remarked back as he'd moved his torch for the barrel. Landon's snickering following his brief response to Faustus's begging he could just make out from out there.
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Meanwhile off to the far dark side of the warehouse that was basically cages stacked upon more cages. Troughs damn near filled with blood and even a few rotting bodies in the cages Rail was sitting with his back against an empty cage, drawing pad out he had been mostly doodling while it was his turn to guard prisoners. Especially the two across from him.... Blaise and Maze who had been drug in when Faustus had. Neither as marked up though Blaise had gotten himself kicked a couple times. Mostly though by now they'd merely been tossed into an empty cage to wait their turn? Or whatever Nash had planned ....
Well, he'd heard Dixie's whistling before even seeing the guy and made a bit of a face as he closed the pad and set it aside. Moving to stand he seemed to eye Blaine briefly in annoyance and then Maze a bit stone like before lighting up a cigarette.
Dixie nearing..... Whistling some weird toon that almost sounded like Christmas came to a stop up on seeing them and cracked a grin. "Well aren't you two a depressing ass sight!!!" He mused immediately.... "He's more depressing though" he added nodding to Rail before grinning dumbly at the other.
"What do you want?...." Rail muttered exhaling the cigarette smoke which considering how much he smoked besides blood the place was a bit clouded from Rail chain smoking for the past hour or so while drawing.
"Boss wants them to come join the audience!" Dixie replied with a smirk.
Well, tits. It didn't seem as though these gentlemen were interested in listening to what Faustus had to say.
He'd been so *arrogant*, hadn't he? He hadn't even had a contingency plan *just in case* he or the other members of his organization got captured. He'd thought he had it all in hand, and now look where he was.
When the others were dragged in, they glared at him with such mutinous expressions he was vaguely surprised he didn't shrivel and die on the spot... not that dying was exactly easy for his kind. That was the hell of it: All three of them would live through this experience, much, MUCH worse for the wear.
"What's wrong with you lot?" he muttered, more to himself than to them.
Well by this point a good amount of time has done by of feeding the fire beneath Faustus occasionally and essentially waiting for him to really start feeling the heat beneath the bull. Most who were nearby didn't really seem to in a rush and Nash seemed a bit zoned where he sat. Eyes locked on the fire flickering and shadows dancing across the warehouse floor.
However boredom was setting in elsewhere and Dixie let out a groan rolling his eyes. "We should have just dipped him straight into the fire.... Where's the fucking brands!!?" He snapped towards one of the girls who was leaning nearby chewing her gum a bit loudly.
She looked at him annoyed but moved from her spot and walked over to grab one from a nearby table of tools. However just as quickly he was snatching it from her hand and and moving for one of the fire pits to start heating it up as his gaze shifted towards Blaine and Maze smirking and glancing from one to the other.
Faustus had begun to squirm in discomfort. He hadn't been to Hell itself yet, but the DL's presence carried a certain heat with it. It was slightly less uncomfortable than this.
He'd disgraced himself long ago. There was no hope that praying to the DL could offer him. There was no-one coming to save him.
That thought was more frightening than the actual pain-- it was starting to become pain-- of the fires below him.
Maze looked vaguely entertained by this. It wasn't like she had anything better to do at the moment. By contrast, Blaine looked like he'd rather be doing anything other than this.
"Hmm so, any volunteers to teach holy father Faustus how to scream properly?? How bout you?" Dixie mused as he'd neared again with a bit of a crooked smirk and was soon kneeling in front of the two, holding the brand now so hot it glowed from the heat. The brand itself was interesting, the shape of three daggers in a circle. Probably not all surprising considering the flags near the edges of the place or the giant symbol spray painted on some of the walls.
Well the question itself was first directed at Maze, despite already feeling like she'd be the harder one to crack the end of the brand was now pointed at her face.
Maze looked greatly amused at this. "Aw, I was hoping you meant for me to use it on him," she said with a little fake pout.
Faustus, whose sass filter was deteriorating by the second, snapped, "I know how to scream very well, you twink, I just fail to understand why you think I'd scream for YOU!"
Blaine gave him a Look, one that said clearly, "Is this really the time?" But he stayed silent, trying not to draw attention to himself.
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