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Well, it was happening for the millionth time. A hard favor that Arson had to deny, and getting hurt for it. Psych was a fucking dumbass. Asking Arson to help him convince another to do his dirty work. He rather liked terrorizing others. He wanted Arson to guilt a friend into giving themselves over to Psych. Stupid. And of course, Arson rejected that idea quick. Psych anger, hard to manage, but even harder to notice. He sighed and smiled, having walked away without a word. Arson knew that it wouldn't end well, seeing that.
Dragged away by the tail, just as last time, but this time there was no time to joke around the groupchat about it. Psych had him out easy, and he only did awaken once he was already trapped. Alone, in a room that was dark as fuck, and inside of a fucking cage. That was embarrassing if nothing else was.
Arson hissed softly as he woke up, his tail gently swaying, poking out from the bars of the cage. He curled up, like a cat would. If he was trapped, he at least wanted to be comfortable as he thought of a way to escape. His ears flicked up as he heard stepping. Footsteps getting louder, and a silhouette in the already dark room coming closer. Then he saw the face. A face looking down at him with disgust.
Psych looked down at Arson, scoffing. Useless shit, he really was. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of slowly making Arson realize that useless shit was all he was. "Arson..." He said quietly, though Arson could hear it loud and clear due to the silence in the room. He sat up, and moved back in the cage. His mind was racing, and his heart was pounding with fear. Would it be like the other times? No way of escaping, being made to believe he deserved the pain as he lost pieces of himself, emotionally, mentally, and physically? He'd lost his horns.. then received nothing but a scar that took up half of his damned face. What more did Psych plan for him?
Arson flinched as he watched Psych move closer, then grab the bar of the cage. "You know you've fucked up, right?" He asked, eyeing Arson. Every glance at the smaller ghoul was another of disappointment. Arson looked down, letting his hair cover the scarred half of his face. He covered the other side with his hand, rubbing his eyes as he spoke up. "Oh, yeah.. I know. I fucked up, according to you at least.." he muttered.
At that response, Psych's head snapped in Arson's direction. "You.. can't.. doubt me." He stated, his voice frustrated, stern. He reached his hand into the cage with a speed like lightning, and grabbed Arson's hair, pulling it to bring him closer to the cage bars. Now that they were face to face, Psych's wide eyes darted around, looking at every visible detail of Arson's face. "Don't hide it. I want to see it." He mumbled, reaching his other hand in to move the bit of hair out of Arson's face.
"Ah- STOP!" Arson yelped, pulling away from Psych and quickly covering the scarred side with his now shaking hand. Psych stared at him, a look close as fuck to that of insanity. If only other people knew about this side of him. He acted so proper and quiet in front of others. Psych reached to his pocket, pulling out a short blade. His breathing was heavy as he watched Arson's movements.. then reached into the cage again, swiping the blade at Arson's arm. "Fuck!" The caged ghoul screamed, sitting back as he looked down at the wound. Now his full face was visible.. he wasn't covering it anymore, now focused on his new wound. Psych dropped the blade on the ground.
He watched, carefully. As Arson was distracted with his wound, Psych moved his hand closer again, grabbing Arson's face, making him look up at Psych. "Don't hide that. I gave that to you.. I gave it to you for everyone to see.." he whispered, his own voice shaky, like he was distressed at the very idea that Arson would dare hide his injured face. "That was your fault too.. wasn't it? Yeah.. you remember, I don't even have to ask.. I don't.." he muttered. Arson's entire body was trembling, but he didn't fight back as Psych spoke, as he gripped Arson's face so tight it hurt.
Arson winced, but only glared back at Psych. "Fuck you." He muttered, receiving no more than a gentle smile from the other. "You won't get out of this." Psych said, in almost a whisper as he let go of Arson's face. Arson looked down, his hair now covering his whole face. "I know." He muttered, his body shaking at the thought of what would come. Psych hummed, and began to walk away from the cage. "I'll be.. right back." He said calmly, before leaving the dark room. Arson realized now that unlike the other times, he was truly scared this time. He knew it couldn't get better from here.
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Another day, and more of the harsh words, the putting down, and even the physical abuse from Psych now. It had already been a few days now, of the same shit. It was enough that Arson wasn't even willing to talk back anymore, or even truly fight. He'd just returned to his animal-like habits. Seeing Psych come near resulted in hissing, Arson's back would arch and he'd try to move away, no words to be spoken. He knew that his words meant nothing here.
Now, third day, and Psych had returned. He noticed the bite marks on the cage. "Arson.. do you think it's time to get out of there ..? It's quite cramped in a cage that size, isn't it..?" he said, tilting his head. Arson stared, he was shaking terribly. He gulped back.. then nodded a bit. "I just want out.." he muttered. Psych grinned. "Surely you'll learn this time. Don't make me do this again, Arson. I beg you not to.." he said, pulling his knife right from his pocket, and slashing at the weakened parts of the cage bars, breaking them open enough that the other ghoul could fit through now.
"Out." he demanded. his white eyes glowing now. Arson simply obeyed. He might as well.. he'd feel guilty if he didn't. "Can I get out now..? I just wanna go back to my room.. 'm hungry, an' shit.." he muttered. Psych sighed, and pushed the knife right into Arson's upper back, it wouldn't be a fatal wound, but it would hurt like hell for a while.
Arson yelped, then hissed, his tail reaching up and pulling the knife out. He scampered towards a dim light, it was a window out. He anxiously scratched at the door. "Can't.." he said, even the singular word shaky. Psych slowly walked forward.. unlocking the door when he did finally reach it. "Go. Appreciate your time, Arson. I'm nearly tired of dealing with you.." he growled. No time was wasted with Arson, and he pulled the door open and bolted out without hesitation. On all fours, he managed to scamper back to his room, returning to his previous hiding spot of being under the bed. Fucking finally, he nearly couldn't take it anymore.