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The knight wasn't entirely sure how he managed to get tangled up in such an odd situation. Well, maybe he did a little, but he couldn't have foreseen it getting to this point.
Wels could do nothing except gape at the massive amount of food laid out in front of him. The table was large, and expertly crafted with some type of red wood. The designs were entricate, and the surface was terribly smooth when he carefully slid his finger across it. Someone must have been hard at work for sanding down such a beast.
His nose was practically attacked by the different aromas hitting him all at once. There was savory, sweet, and something unfamiliar.
Wels' thoughts were cut short by a hand pressing into his shoulder. He tried to hide a shudder, which was easier when he had his armor. Unfortunately, due to the dark chuckle above him, it was clear that his reaction wasn't unnoticed.
"Aren't you hungry?" The man asked, though not without invading his space more. The knight felt the other's hand on his cheek. It guided his head to turn and tilt up.
Wels frowned at the other. His enemy merely smiled in turn, leaning down until he was dangerously close and the knight had to quickly yank away from his grasp. "No." He replied bluntly, even if the feast was near to making his mouth water. He hadn't eaten in days. Well, that was sort of a lie. Wels had been given small pieces of bread and sips to drink, but he was starving now.
"It's rude to lie, you know." The other said, grinning evilly. He knew exactly how hungry Wels was.
The knight huffed, not willing to give in. "I'm not." He said simply, averting his eyes from the man.
His chair was suddenly turned with a screech against the wood floor, and the knight found himself startled by the movement. He could do nothing but look up at the other after that, forced to face him. He had to face the rest of the room, too. Figures he didn't recognize, servants, if he had to take a guess. They stood only feet away from the table on all sides. There had to be at least a battle's worth of them. His odds of escaping were unfairly stacked against him.
"You'll find it easier for yourself if you give in to me, sweet knight." The other said, sickly sweet. Wels felt trapped under the other, and under the gazes of the many others in the room. "Won't you eat?" The man asked, eyeing him with a smile.
And yet, the knight resisted still. He wouldn't fall to the knees even if he was offered piles of gold and riches. Which was all the other really seemed to have.
Hels' smile widened, and the knight couldn't help the swallow that traveled down his throat. "What should we start with?" He asked, and the question was so unexpected that Wels found himself with no idea how to respond. Hels decided for him.
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A helping of food was held in the other's hand, it was filled with potatoes and some sort of meat. Hels pushed down a fork onto a piece of it and carefully brought it to the knight's mouth. Wels stared up at him, unimpressed. He was tied down now, his arms positioned behind the chair where he wouldn't be able to use them. His ankles were restrained to the legs of the chair. He barely had wiggle room, but he could still move his head. When the bite was brought to him, he deliberately refused to take it, turning his head to the side.
Hels snapped immediately when he saw the clear disobedience, and two servants came to his side. "Keep him straight." He ordered, and they listened without question. Wels cursed when they roughly forced his head back toward the other and kept him there. He hated the attention, he realized. Everything about the situation was humiliating. All by Hels' design, of course.
The next time the fork pressed against his lips he glared at the other. He wouldn't give in, not to some snobby royal.
He was surprised and vaguely disgusted by the feeling of fingers starting to dig into his jaw and fight to open his mouth. A thumb pressed harshly into the side of his cheek, and he finally let it fall open, panting now. The bite was pushed in, and he was let go all at once to chew.
His head had fallen to the side a little, and whatever he had been fed tasted horribly good. It was in that moment that he started to question whether this was worth fighting at all. He'd be energized if he ate, and then maybe he could figure out a way out of there. The knight reluctantly gave in, if only for the time being.
Hels looked delighted to see him open his mouth the next time he presented him with the fork. Wels couldn't imagine how any of this would be rewarding to the other. He chewed up the bite, and swallowed it down. Then again, his enemy was insane.
—
Wels was overly full by the time the other stopped feeding him. He felt bloated, and his stomach hurt from eating so much. Hels stood over him with a satisfied grin, leaning down to press a loving kiss to his forehead. The knight groaned in discontent and turned his head a moment too late. Blond hair was swept to the side and pinned up by a clip. The other chuckled at his worn out expression. He had only eaten a full meal, and he was exhausted. How pitiful.
"Stop-" Murmured the knight as he was soon attacked by an onlought of kisses all over his face. Some pressed to his cheeks, some to his nose, and there was a final one dedicated just for his full lips. He squirmed momentarily to get away, but it was useless against the other's grip on him. His breath was repeatedly stolen over and over, and the tongue licking over his own made him squeeze his eyes shut.
When he was finally released, his cheeks were a bright red. He was sweating properly then, and it would have soiled his bangs if they hadn't been carefully pinned back. His vision blurred around the tears in his eyes. It twisted his view of the still many people around him, disfiguring them as they moved about.
"Poor thing. I've certainly done a number on you." The chuckling voice said, still trailing a finger along his jaw. Like he couldn't get enough of him.
Wels felt his eyes wanting to slip shut once more, but his drowsiness was snapped away by commanding fingers. The next thing he knew he was being untied and forced to his feet. His full belly made him feel sick when he was reminded of its weight. "Hels.." He groaned quietly, and the hands holding him scrambled for a moment as he nearly toppled over.
"Yes, my knight?" The man responded, taking the servants' places. He pressed another kiss to the wobbly knight's cheek, finding his struggle to stand amusing.
"You're a.. ugh." Wels mumbled, nausea threatening to sharply end his insult. The other laughed at him again, and he was led.. Somewhere. Down a hall, maybe. Through a door, and a second one. There was less people here, a few at most.
Rough hands pulled at his shirt without permission, and he weakly swatted. Soft hushing annoyed him, and he was determined to keep his clothes on. Another kiss left him reeling, leaning against someone else as the last of his dignity was stolen away from him.
—
The feeling of nearly boiling water against his skin brought him to tears a second time, the temperature too much to handle. Another chuckle made him bite the inside of his cheek, letting out quick huffs of air as water was poured over him.
"Relax. You're so tense." Hels spoke, smiling down at his misery. The knight shuddered, trying to get his body to adjust to the scolding bathwater. He flinched at a sponge being dragged down his chest, and sighed when he finally felt his body give one final shiver.
The bath took at least over two hours. Hels seemed enamored with every part of him, and wanted to make sure every part of him was scrubbed and cleaned. The knight was nearly asleep by the end of it. He felt so alike to jello, his limbs lifted and inspected over and over for any invisible grime.
The entire time, Wels found himself uncaring of the fact two people stood by the door. They stood perfectly still, and didn't dare peek down at him even once. It was strange.
—
Hels had the knight dried and clothed soon after he deemed him clean. What he wore was obviously Hels'. The dark colors and unmistakable cologne giving it away. Wels was led out of the bathroom and into a room with a terribly large bed. Really, there was no need to have one that big- Was it even conventional at that point? He could only assume the bedroom belonged to the other, given its dark and needlessly fancy decor.
The knight was situated down onto the edge of the bed, and he stared blankly as the guards were ordered away. Hels faced him with a smile and was immediately infront of him, towering over him.
"So," Hels prompted, entirely too close.
"What?" He questioned in return, not sure what the other wanted from him.
"Do you like it? This room. What I'm able to do for you." The other explained more clearly. Wels couldn't help the cringe that came over him.
He obviously hated all of it. "Why would I like it." He replied, unimpressed by the other's attempt at his approval.
Hels furrowed his brows at that, looking offended. "Why wouldn't you? I've gone through so much trouble for you. Don't you know how long it took to get you here?" He asked, huffing at the knight's ungrateful response.
"You kidnapped me? I didn't ask you to do.. Any of that." He said, though he was honestly just annoyed that he had to explain himself. It was painfully obvious why he was upset. He's pretty sure anyone would be if they were in his position.
Hels didn't think so, of course. "I've given you everything you need! You've been fed, well bathed, and now you have a place to rest. Don't act like this isn't a blessing to how you live on your own." He defended. And wasn't he right? Wels did live an unhealthy life, but atleast he was free while doing it!
"That's not the point.."
Hels frowned, an expression Wels was more acclimated with seeing compared to his previous twisted amusement. "Well it ought to be." He said, "Considering this is your life now."
The knight was distraught as soon as he heard that, his eyes widening a little. "What? But.. You can't be serious?"
The other's face softened, and he smiled ever so sweetly again. "I am, little knight. You'll love it here. I'll take great care of you." He promised, and Wels found himself unable to respond.