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Riff moaned, stirring a little. He frowned, his moan was… muffled, and there was an object in his mouth, a gag of some sort.
Blinking slowly Riff attempted to move, tugging at the ropes bound around his hands and feet. Breathing deeply did nothing to dispel Riff's dizziness and he frowned at the ceiling. It seemed… familiar. Glancing around the room Riff struggled more. The ropes were thin, laughably weak even, if he wasn't drugged.
Drugged.
Cain.
"You're awake." Cain's quiet voice was almost overpowered by the sound of the door closing behind him. Riff tilted his head to glare at the small boy. It was laughable. Captured by this weak pathetic doll? Master Hargreaves would have Riffael's head for this. Cain strode toward the bed, his light steps making no noise as he padded across the carpet. Some small satirical part of Riff's mind noted that Cain's shoelaces were untied.
There was a clack as Cain set a box on the table next to the bed, and Riff glanced at it dismissively. More poison? Cain sat himself on the bed, leaning over Riff to carefully remove the gag.
"Hello Riff." Cain greeted him with a small smile.
"I hope you don't believe you'll be able to keep me here long." Riff stated dismissively, with more superiority in his voice then he actually felt. "The drugs will wear off eventually."
Cain nodded. "Yes, they will. But I didn't plan for them to keep you weak long." Riff frowned. Cain was telling the truth, even now he could feel a little strength returning.
"Do you want me to kill you then lord of poisons? To finally end your measly pathetic life?" Not that Riffael would be able to, without Hargreaves' order. Cain, damn the boy, smiled at Riff, and reached over to open the box. It was a smooth black lacquered box, obviously expensive. Riff had never seen it before so it must be new.
"I'm not planning on dying." Cain pulled on a syringe, filled with a vaguely yellow fluid. "Does this look familiar Riff?"
It did. It looked like any number of drugs or poisons Riff had seen over the years, both as Delilah's tower, and as Cain's servant. Though Cain tended to do things naturally. "Planning to kill me then? Can you really kill me Cain? I'm your precious servant." Cain might have been able to kill others, but Riff had always known Cain did not have the ability to kill him. No matter what Cain might have convinced himself of.
"One of you yes." Cain set the syringe down again, rolling up one of Riff's sleeves. Riffael's eyes widened. It couldn't be… Jizabel wouldn't… "It took a lot of work to get this 'medicine' you know. I hope you appreciate it."
Riff winced slightly at the sensation of the needle plunging into his arm, a chill running through his body as the 'medicine' ran through his veins. His eyelashes fluttered, he felt…
He felt like he was dying.
Not again.
"Riff." Cain planted a soft sweet kiss on his forehead. "Wake up. I'm here."
"Lord…. Lord Cain?"
Drugged.
Cain.
"You're awake." Cain's quiet voice was almost overpowered by the sound of the door closing behind him. Riff tilted his head to glare at the small boy. It was laughable. Captured by this weak pathetic doll? Master Hargreaves would have Riffael's head for this. Cain strode toward the bed, his light steps making no noise as he padded across the carpet. Some small satirical part of Riff's mind noted that Cain's shoelaces were untied.
There was a clack as Cain set a box on the table next to the bed, and Riff glanced at it dismissively. More poison? Cain sat himself on the bed, leaning over Riff to carefully remove the gag.
"Hello Riff." Cain greeted him with a small smile.
"I hope you don't believe you'll be able to keep me here long." Riff stated dismissively, with more superiority in his voice then he actually felt. "The drugs will wear off eventually."
Cain nodded. "Yes, they will. But I didn't plan for them to keep you weak long." Riff frowned. Cain was telling the truth, even now he could feel a little strength returning.
"Do you want me to kill you then lord of poisons? To finally end your measly pathetic life?" Not that Riffael would be able to, without Hargreaves' order. Cain, damn the boy, smiled at Riff, and reached over to open the box. It was a smooth black lacquered box, obviously expensive. Riff had never seen it before so it must be new.
"I'm not planning on dying." Cain pulled on a syringe, filled with a vaguely yellow fluid. "Does this look familiar Riff?"
It did. It looked like any number of drugs or poisons Riff had seen over the years, both as Delilah's tower, and as Cain's servant. Though Cain tended to do things naturally. "Planning to kill me then? Can you really kill me Cain? I'm your precious servant." Cain might have been able to kill others, but Riff had always known Cain did not have the ability to kill him. No matter what Cain might have convinced himself of.
"One of you yes." Cain set the syringe down again, rolling up one of Riff's sleeves. Riffael's eyes widened. It couldn't be… Jizabel wouldn't… "It took a lot of work to get this 'medicine' you know. I hope you appreciate it."
Riff winced slightly at the sensation of the needle plunging into his arm, a chill running through his body as the 'medicine' ran through his veins. His eyelashes fluttered, he felt…
He felt like he was dying.
Not again.
"Riff." Cain planted a soft sweet kiss on his forehead. "Wake up. I'm here."
"Lord…. Lord Cain?"