"Morning, handsome. Are you up?"

"Yes, so come closer," I whispered, barely awake.

Without the ability to understand what was happening, I still did what I pleased. My eyes barely could see that her bare breasts lay on the bed in front of me, but I still managed to press my chest against them. I couldn't hear her legs rustling under the covers, but managed to pin them down with mine. When I could see the naked woman in front of me, and my mind was clear enough to process where I was and what time it was, I completely held her down and went over her. My flesh was covering her's, rubbing onto her smooth, warm, and partially sweaty skin. I moved my lips to her's and passionately kissed, strangely tasting a hint of bitterness.

"We just awoke. Don't you want to get up?"

"No. I warned you that I might have urges in the morning."

"Yes, but we should shower or something," Faltufea insisted, her body unmoving under my weight.

"I said I'll put my love on you when I wish. I explained that I'll do whatever I want with you, and you agreed to allow me to do so. Are you denying me?"

"If you don't think it's necessary to do anything else, I won't deny you. I'm yours."

"Well, you've died my passion down, now... Try to boost it. I'll be so loving when you do. Say that you're mine again," I purred, feeling down the sides of her body. I was extremely willing to show her my lust, but my loving flames started dying when she questioned me. Still, I felt the same feeling I had the night before, amazed it persisted.

"I'm yours, Pers. You're so handsome. I want you to hold onto me tighter. I'm cold, so can you share your warmth with me? Don't be a weakling and do what you want."

"Don't mind if I do. You've certainly caught my eye, Faltufea."

With Faltufea blushing and relaxing, I kissed her and lit up my passion again. She managed to spark it within me, so I was completely astounded. I honestly expected to remain unaffectionate, though I still would've had sex.

After a half an hour, I was lying with my arms outstretched on the bed. I was on my own side, Faltufea on her's. I was physically tired, my insides hot. I felt like a dog, heavily panting for air. Since I was covered in sweat, I slipped out of the covers to take a shower. Faltufea followed, her presence welcomed by me.

When I reached the bathroom, I grabbed Faltufea and held her close, kissing her gentle neck.

"I think I like you. You'll be mine for a while," I whispered, holding her flesh close to mine.

"I'll make it forever."

"If you do, I won't be upset. You better interest me enough to stay mine or else I may never find anyone."

"I will."

"Good," I replied, satisfied with her answer. With the amount of time I had between meeting her and then, I noticed I felt fondly for her. She was gorgeous, and her waistline was the only thing making me waver. She said she'd fix it, so I was thrilled to imagine watching her turn into a goddess.

I turned on the bath, making sure the water was a perfect temperature. Once it was, I rested myself into it, calmed instantly. Faltufea was looking down on me, so I glanced up at her.

"Are you going to get in? I'm waiting."

"Do you want me to? There isn't much space."

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you in here. Besides, the lack of space means you'll have to be on me," I lustfully explained, staring up at her. Unlike that bitch who sent me here, Faltufea is worthy of bathing with me. With only one imperfection, which isn't incurable, I couldn't help but let her in.

She slipped in, lying on top of me with her face in front of mine. I moved her head down with my hand, overlapping our lips. I wrapped my legs in her's, the water creating a slightly slimy feel between them. I disconnected my mouth, grinning.

"I brought rags and soap in. Do you need either?"

"Yes. Both. I forgot to bring them," I answered while a rag and bar of soap were passed to me. After I rubbed the suds onto the rag, I started scrubbing myself, soon stopped by Faltufea.

"I can wash you. Would you like that?"

"I'd really like that."

"Stay still, then," Faltufea muttered into my ear, my body slightly tensing. She took the rag from my hand, gently cleaning me. I was closely watching, as her breasts bounced as she did so.

I flipped over, my back scrubbed while she rubbed against me. The soap caused both of us to be slippery, so she fell on top of my back, trying to remove herself but sliding back onto me due to the little space we had.

"I can't get up... Can you help me?"

"Yeah. I think I'm finished, anyway," I responded, switching to my other side, she lay on my chest, looking up at my face. I pecked her cheek, then proceeded to stand and leave the tub. She followed close behind, rinsing the soap from her body. I grabbed a towel, drying my hair and body while soaking the poor fabric.

As I dried, I noticed I felt slight vibrations, slowly growing stronger. It filled me with fret, so I dried faster and looked at Faltufea. She saw my nervousness, confused.

"Are you okay, Pers?"

"I feel slight vibrations. Don't you?"

"No. Are you sure? Why are you worried?" Faltufea frantically asked, my ears picking up the sound of stomping.

"I don't want Magsicter or Musriun to be back already..."

"What? Why?"

"I-I don't want to be tortured. It hurts," I replied, shaking from the thought. Faltufea walked up to me, kissing my cheek.

"It's okay. Calm down. Why would you be tortured? Magsicter said that you're his guest and to treat you as one."

"I was kidnapped by them. And I was brought here. And... And I somehow joined. But I'm still tortured," I frantically explained, holding tightly to her.

"It's okay. I'm sure it's fine. If you're an assassin now, I doubt they'll do much to you."

"No. They will," I claimed, squeezing her in my fear. She rubbed my hair, but I didn't feel any better.

Remembering what Icrela told me, I gulped and tried to calm myself. I released Faltufea from my embrace, controlling my breathing.

"Are you better?"

"I hope."

As I finally stopped shaking, I heard the stepping nearby. The main door slammed open, the stomping strongly felt. Faltufea stared at me, worried for what was to happen.

"Where the hell are you?! Get out, mule!" Musriun shouted, strong aggression in his voice. I turned to Faltufea, kissing her cheek.

"I'm going to go. Will you be here when I return?"

"Of course. Stay strong, handsome."

"Thanks."

Gulping, I turned from her and opened the bathroom door. I chose to leave willingly, as I didn't want to get Faltufea involved. I really have a fondness for her, so I manned up and left as I was: completely nude. Musriun was in the other room, facing me when I came out. He seemed to have been searching for me, the bed messed up. His face was red, and a huge bruise was left on his forehead from Magsicter.

"There you are, asshole! You're coming with me!"

"Yeah... I need to be tortured... I'm dressing first."

"I said you're coming with me! I didn't say you can dress, bastard!" Musriun yelled, completely enraged. He stomped over to me, grabbing onto my hair and pulling me with him.

"What the hell?! Let go of my hair! At least let me change to my other body!"

"You're not changing. Give me that!" Musriun yelled, grabbing my hand. He took off the ring, pocketing it. While he yanked me from the room, I tripped and fell onto the ground. He continued dragging my body, my skin burning against the stones of the hallways. I was too focused on the pain to say anything, my mind in panic.

After a minute of swift walking and my skin feeling like it rubbed off, Musriun opened a door and threw me within. I fell onto the floor, looking around. I wasn't inside any torture room, the place appearing to be a bedroom. The lights were off, so I couldn't make out much. I could tell the walls were covered in papers and notes, though I couldn't read anything. A bed was within, rugs on the floor. The room was bigger than my new one. I heard a faint hissing sound, the noise coming from a corner of the room. I roughly saw a nightstand below where the noise came from, a cage above it.

"Where am I?"

"Hell! My hell! I hate you!" Musriun shouted, stomping onto my hand. I heard the bones crackle, severe pain shooting through me. When he stopped crunching my hand, I glanced at it. It flopped over, the bones busted.

He grabbed onto my scalp once more, pulling me to the center of the room. My hand was completely numb, a cold feeling felt by my arm. Musriun bent down to me, a saddened scowl on his face.

"W-Why am I here?"

"To suffer. Suffer like I have. Why the hell does Sicter like you?! He rarely speaks to me, and when he does it's to torture someone! Why will he speak to you?!"

"I don't even want to be here... I don't know why he talks to me," I muttered, feeling weak. He thrust his fist at my stomach, winding me so I had to gasp for air.

"You don't even want to talk, yet he talks to you! I don't understand!"

I lay on the ground, unable to do anything. I was in severe pain, trying to breathe with everything I had. The ground was filthy, dirt covering my naked body and sticking. Musriun stood, kicking my side. I rolled over, pain traveling throughout my body. After, he kept kicking, using sharp movements that hurt worse and worse with each one.

"Why does Sicter like you? Why doesn't he like me? Why the hell are we in this place?!" Musriun shouted, sitting onto the ground after. He held his head, quivering.

"I can't answer your questions. You seem to know Magsicter better than me."

"I do... But I also understand him the least... I don't even know what sparked his murderous intent," Musriun mumbled, tears running down his face. He stopped injuring me, seeming too sorrowful to continue. Since I had to bring them together, I decided I should talk to know more.

"Do you know the first thing he killed?"

"It was our parents. And completely out of the blue."

"No," I replied, knowing that wasn't how he told it. His eyes widened, peering at me.

"What would you know?!"

"A story Magsicter told me. He killed a dog first, then other children, after your grandmother, and finally your parents when they found him with your grandmother's body."

"What?! My dog? I loved him... I-I thought he died of a heart attack. Sicter buried him before I could see," Musriun told, looking down toward the ground. I felt slightly bad for the guy.

"He stabbed it to death. It was barking, so he killed it."

"My dog never barked. He was quiet at all times unless he felt threatened."

"Could Magsicter be the threatening force?" I asked, lying on the floor weakly. Musriun lost his menacing tone, covered by his past and sorrow.

"I think so... He'd growled at him before, but if he was barking, then Sicter had killing intent."

"Why would he want to kill your dog? What happened the day he buried it?"

"Nothing happened. It was a completely average day. Sicter was with the dog when I was around, playing with and petting him. He looked happy, likely since the dog never went near him. I passed by to leave the house and visit some of my friends, and the dog became distracted and followed me. I made sure he stayed at the house, but he didn't go back to Sicter," Musriun explained, looking stunned. "Sicter killed my dog because he ignored him..."

"Had he killed anything at all before then?"

"For the most part, no. He was always getting into fights, but that's because everyone thought he was strange and didn't belong to our family. He didn't want to fight but got pulled in. He always had a lot of stress, but I didn't really do anything to help. The only thing I remember him killing were a few ants, but he regretted it after and had nightmares," Musriun explained, filled with remorse. I sat in contemplation, as the information the two brothers told me was slightly different. I believed Magsicter did kill who he said but also believed that he wasn't always insane as I initially thought.

"Did you hear about the deaths of children?"

"Yes. They drowned, and Sicter was the only survivor. No one was around, but they went swimming and died. Sicter came back in tears, telling everyone that they drowned. When everyone went to check, bodies were within a large net in the river, having drowned when unable to escape it."

"Was anything especially strange about the event? Did anyone question Magsicter?"

"The adults tried, but he seemed scarred from the event, shaking and bawling whenever it was mentioned. I even tried, but he was too frantic. For the event, the only strange part was that he swam with other children. They never invited him," Musriun explained, thinking deeply.

"And your grandmother?"

"I thought she was still alive..."

"Why would Magsicter kill her?"

"You know what, why am I talking to you?! I don't like you!" Musriun yelled, grabbing onto my hair.

"Why don't you like me?"

"First, you use women. You're scum. Second, you won my brother's interest... Something I've never been able to accomplish... "

"Listen, I didn't choose to win anyone's interest. Tell me your side of the story. I need to know," I insisted, seeing Musriun calm himself. He ended his grip of my hair, sighing.

"Why do you need to know?"

"I don't know if I should tell you this, but Icrela wants me to get you and Magsicter back together. Don't tell Magsicter."

"I'm not sure if you can do that... He's stubborn and never really liked me. I've never even met Icrela, though I've heard good things. I'll tell you my side. If you manage to change Sicter, I'll thank you," Musriun responded, looking a bit cheery. I kept my motives secret, knowing I cared mostly for the possibility of my torture ending.

"I'll try."

"About my grandmother, I'm not sure why he'd kill her. You said our parents saw, so they died right after. That day, our grandmother visited the family to stay a week. She brought gifts and food, and Sicter was gleeful. He loved the old woman. I don't know why that would change."

"Is this everything I should know about Magsicter's insanity?"

"This is everything I know about the origin of his madness and the killings," Musriun answered, looking extremely upset. He stood, helping me up from the ground. After, he stared at my broken hand, all feeling lost in it. "I'm sorry about your hand. I was upset. I just... am jealous that you're on friendly terms with my brother."

"Don't worry about it," I said, trying to keep him calm. I felt sympathetic, which was strange considering my bad opinion of the man. I thought he was an ugly bastard, but I couldn't help but feel pity. He lit a torch, light filling the room.

The room was horrific in the light. A snake sat in a tank in the corner, hissing while trying to escape. A black-sheeted bed was in the center, Musriun sitting on it. As I stared at the papers in the room, I realized they were all threats and demands by Magsicter, written in either blood or ink.

"Hey, Riun. I brought you some food. Remember, you ARE hungry. So, EAT. Don't leave your room again today." "I'm not in the mood to see you, so you know the drill. I brought you some cake. IT'S GOOD." "Hey, I need you. Get down here after you eat lunch. Don't skip meals. It's not healthy. I have an asshole down here, so you can torture her. Do this alone, as I'm spending the afternoon with Icrela."

These were mild notes. It got worse.

"Are you skipping meals? I've seen you exercise, too. STOP IT. I WILL GO DOWN THERE. P.s. Get some rest. You haven't been lazying around, so take the next week in your bed. Don't leave it, and I'll have food brought to you. I don't want you to work hard in life." "Remember when I said you'll be an uncle? Well, it's not happening. I'm sad to inform that Icrela's child didn't end up surviving. I wish I was a father... Why? Why didn't he make it?" "I need to spend time with my sweetheart. I can't stand death right now. I can't handle this. I wanted a son so bad. So, so, so bad. I have innos in the torture chamber, but I doubt you'll take care of them for me. Please handle them if you're willing. I want to be a father. I was ready!!!" "I know it's been a few months, but I still can't leave Icrela. I promise I'll come out in a few days. Thanks for handling the captives," I read, amazed that they weren't on bad terms over this time. The notes seemed to be during a time Magsicter was depressed, as he was fine with whatever Musriun did and stopped sending him food. He was even being friendly, but the next area of the room's notes was way different.

"EAT EAT EAT EAT. BASTARD. NEVER LEAVE. YOU ARE NEVER LEAVING THAT HELLHOLE OF A ROOM. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? IT WAS NOT A MISTAKE TO FALL IN LOVE AND TRY TO HAVE A CHILD! I want my son back. I'M NOT TOO YOUNG! I CAN MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS. I'M SEVENTEEN. I thought you were on my side." "Did I say you could turn anorexic while I was with Icrela? Eat. I don't want your health to go down." "You've been doing too much lately. Take it easy. Stay on your bed and relax. I want you to be in comfort, so I brought food and water. Also, some tablets. They'll help you sleep. I'm giving enough for the next month. When you wake up, eat and take another tablet. See you in a month, Riun." "You aren't rested enough. Have another month to yourself. It feels good. So does eating. Doesn't it? Yes. Sleeping and eating are good. You're a lucky man. It's all you do. As I bonus, don't move at all. I'm having a minx feed you, so get used to her presence. Just lie and chew everything she feeds you. I'm upping the dose for the tablets, as you woke too much last month. I know you lost a lot of weight when I was with Icrela, but don't worry about gaining it back. Gain more. Increase your waistline. It shows how good your life is. How much comfort you receive. Your life is good and pleasurable."

I decided I read enough, as the rest were either for Musriun to spend lengthy spaces of time for sleep or for him to help out with torture. At the end of each letter, it stated, "Don't forget to hang this on your wall. Always remember the time we've spent together." My insides felt knotted up knowing how twisted Magsicter is. I had begun to think he might be somewhat fixable, but I lost a lot of hope. His past through Musriun's eyes made him seem like he wasn't all bad, but the letters were gruesome. Musriun noticed my reading, sighing.

"Looking at the letters? Sicter sends at least one every day. Usually with food."

"Why does he do this to you?"

"I don't really know. I try to look after him, but it doesn't work. He wants to feel in control," Musriun told somewhat nonchalantly. While I looked around his room, I started feeling slight vibrations.

"Do you feel that?"

"What?"

"The footsteps. It's stomping," I explained, curious as to why two people hadn't noticed. Musriun stared at me, my ears trying to focus on sound and the type of body making the vibrations. "It's coming this way. They weigh less than you."

"You must be crazy. If I can't feel anything, I doubt anyone is coming."

"They're almost here."

After thirty seconds, the door burst open, Magsicter walking in. Musriun looked frightened, but I tried to keep a straight face. Magsicter glanced at my broken hand and scowled, stomping to Musriun. He held his throat, Musriun gasping for air.

"What are you thinkin'?! Didn't say you could take him! It was my day! I specifically told you to stay in here and rest!"

"I'm sick of sleeping. I'm restless. I want to do something."

"You will do nothin'! You don't deserve anythin'! I'm giving you bliss and comfort, so you spit on it and fight me?!"

"This isn't bliss. I'm suffering. Why do you do this to me?" Musriun choked out, his voice losing volume as he was held.

"I've suffered far more than you! Would've loved even these conditions in the past, but I didn't get anythin'!"

"What do you mean?"

"You never know. No matter how much time I give you to think, you can't figure it out. Why is that?! Why don't you remember how bad my childhood was?!" Magsicter shouted, letting go of Musriun's neck and punching his face with all of his force. Musriun fell backward on the bed, getting back up a few seconds later. "Why didn't you pay attention to me?!"

"I thought we were both content with life. You were stressed, but you always calmed yourself and acted mellow."

"It was all an act... I'm leaving. Try to think about the past. Think about me."

Musriun stayed still, tearing up. Magsicter walked up to me, motioning me to follow. I did as he told, noticing we were heading for my room. I didn't know what to say, surprised by everything I witnessed and heard.

"You've dealt with enough today. I apologize for not keeping an eye on Riun. Didn't think your main body would get injured. Can't do anythin' about this, but I'm still continuin' the training."

"Okay," I muttered, my brain in thought.

"You read the letters?"

"A good amount."

"I see."

"What happened in your past? I need to know about the killings," I said, adamant for an answer.

"I'll tell you over a beer later. You should get bathed and clothed."

We reached the door to my room, but I grabbed his arm to keep him from opening. He looked at me, a confused look on his face.

"Why'd you grab me?"

"Wait. I have a woman in there," I explained, remembering I told her to surprise me occasionally. Magsicter grinned, backing away.

"So, you picked one up. Who?"

"Faltufea."

"Good choice. One of my best chunks of flesh. I only need Icrela, so you can have this piece of my collection."

"Do you have anyone better?" I asked though I knew I liked Faltufea. I needed to know about my options, though.

"Not really. I was goin' to have a go with Faltufea, but I found Icrela before I got a chance."

"She's a bit heavy, but I think I can fix that."

"You can't just find a perfect woman. All of the women here have flaws, as you need to fix 'em. Even Icrela was a bit over my weight preference. Make sure Faltufea eats. Just give healthier food and smaller portions. Not good to skip," Magsicter warned, which I did heed. He seemed to be serious about it.

I opened the door, my heart rapidly beating from what I viewed.