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Previous Story The dark basement was quiet, the matted mattress at the corner of the room cold and empty. A soft clink emanated from under the stairs, where Shey stood in silence with his arms lifted high up over him, bound to the metal reinforcing the steps and forcing him to stand on his toes. The exhausted shark shuffled his weight in place, his arms numb as the rough rope dug deep into his skin, leaving chaffing marks from when he moved his wrists in attempt to loosen them only to succeed in tightening it further to his wrists.

"Damn it." Shey croaked out in pain, his dry throat making his voice crack as he leaned down a bit, the ropes instantly digging deeper to bite at his skin as he pushed himself back up to his toes again with a groan, desperate to relieve the pain and biting his lip in frustration. Gars had decided he was no longer deserving of the mattress after he looked him in the eyes, deciding to tie him up to the steps and tightening it until he was forced to stand at the tip of his toes,and blindfolded him as well. Gars left him to himself in the basement, but not before stepping on Shey's fingers that wandered to hold a step maliciously and warning him he is not allowed to touch the stairs lest he'll break his fingers.

Shey was trying his best to stand in place without motion as the slightest move caused intense waves of pain to wash over him, only furthering the agony from his other various bruises and leaving him drenched in sweat, gasping for air as his tail attempted flicking in irritation, unable to as it was chained to his legs tightly, the whole situation leaving him unable to fall asleep as much as he longed for as means for a break from the horror his life turned to. Shey occasionally picked up faint noises from above him, where Gars left the heavy door ajar as means to hear if Shey struggles. A 'SLAM!' suddebly echoed in the house, the sound lazily carrying downstairs to Shey who listened attentively, recognizing the familiarity of it as the front door slammed shut. Closely following it came a sound of objects tumbling down and clattering on the floor as the heavily door creaked open by someone opened it effortlessly. Their heavy steps crushing down on the old stairs that complained loudly with each step and a click of a light switch could be heard. Shey stood frozen in place, guessing the person was Gars and almost holding his breath as the other person only stood there, breathing deeply. A second later, awful smell invaded his nose as the person blew a puff of smoke at his face, making him cough uncontrollably and shake in place, the chains binding his tail and legs rattling and the ropes sending vicious pangs of pain down his arms.

A sadistic laugh escaped the person's lips as he blew another puff on Shey's face, stepping forward and ripping the blindfold from his eyes, letting it rest the shark's neck. "Hmm, doesn't seem to me you're hurting enough just yet..." Gars purred maliciously, a dark smile on his face as he stepped on Shey's legs and forcing him down from tiptoeing. The ropes instantly tightened on Shey's arms further and causing his fingers to spasm uncontrollably, Shey groaning in pain and breathing sharply through gritted teeth, desperately trying to push himself back up to relieve his hands as Gars prevented him from doing so, pressing his legs down and puffing smoke at his face all the while staring at Shey's pained expression gleefully.

Eventually, Gars stepped back from Shey and stopped pressing him down, the latter quickly pushing himself back to up relieve his arms with a ragged breath. "Now you look in your place, shark." Gars reached to Shey's chest and extinguished the cigarette he had on it, pressing it on the middle of the wing tattoo as Shey squirmed underneath it, smoke still rising from it for a few second longer. Letting the cigarette's butt fall Gars untied Shey's legs and tail first, throwing the chain aside and loosened the rope., Shey sagged to the floor and shook his numb wrists, still drenched in sweat and blinking away tears that welled at the corners of his eyes.

"Get up already, useless toy." Gars growled at Shey impatiently; "I want a massage." He cracked his knuckles while glaring down at Shey who pushed himself up weakly, reaching his bound arms to grab a step before remembering Gars' warning and withdrawing his hands grimly, standing up shakily while avoiding Gars' eyes as he grabbed his bound wrists and dragged him behind him up the stairs. Shey winced as Gars' hand roughly rubbed against his chafed wrists, blinking as he stepped after Gars to the messy broken down room, the windows coveree by old curtains with holes that suspiciously seemed like bullet holes. Sunlight invaded the room through those holes, illuminating the otherwise dark room that was littered with half eaten pizza boxes, empty beer bottles which some were broken, stained burger wrapping paper and other junk.

Gars tugged at Shey as a sat down with a satisfied groan, motioning at his shoulders to Shey and grabbing the T.V's remote, turning it on. "Well, get to it." Gars growled at Shey after seeing him stand in place, fishing another cigarette from his pocket and lighting it lazily as Shey hesitantly reached his arms to Gars and pressed his palms to his shoulders, starting to knead them as Gars tapped at the controller, switching between channels until he reached the local news. "Today, we have a special guest!" A chipper gazelle on the screen spoke, her soothing voice a huge contrast to Gars' violent nature and threatening voice which was the only one Shey heard the past week. Shey unconsciously took comfort in her voice describing her guest, not really listening to the words until the camera panned out to show a yellow furred sheep with a patch of green hair on its head and bright blue eyes, which were bloodshot.

"A week ago, the police received a report of a kidnapping at the dead of night. When the police arrived at the scene, the only thing left was a discarded bag, later to be identified as the belonging of Shey Bishop, bull shark that worked as a security guard in a nearby facility that night." The gazelle explained, the screen cutting to a few photos of Shey before returning to her. "Today, our guest is Tucker who is a very close friend of Shey." The cheerful gazelle's tone turned a little more serious as she addressed Tucker, explaining why he's come. "Can you tell us about your friend please, Tucker?" The gazelle reached the microphone to Tucker, who gingerly took it and nodded slightly, his hair shifting at the motion; "I knew Shey for a few years. We met via a group of friends and instantly clicked, and over time became close friends. Shey is very caring and polite, and gentle as well. He helped me many times and always refused anything in return. And now that he's missing, I can't stop but think of all those times and wish I could help hi-"

With a zap, the T.V turned off as Gars pressed the off button and flicked Shey's hands away from his shoulders dismissively. "What an adorable friend you have there, toy. Too bad he can't do anything worth a damn besides sob on the Telly." Gars taunted Shey, standing up to face him as Shey's arm thrusted towards him. Gars chuckled and slapped Shey's arms away, his attempt to hit Gars failed as he swung his fist, lodging it in Shey's face forcefully, making him drop on a pile of discarded pizza bozes with a wheezing groan. "What the fuck you think you're doing?" Gars walked forward and stood over Shey with an amused expression and crouched down, flicking his cigarette to the side, wrinkling his nose. "You reek." Gars uttered in disgust at the still dazed shark, grabbing his leg and dragging him on the floor towards a small room where a worn out shower stood, the tiles cracked and in some places missing.

"Sharks like water, right?" Gars laughed and untied Shey's hands, pulling them violently behind his back and tying them back up before throwing him on the floor, grabbing the shower hose and turning the shower knob as Shey dazedly. The shower head coughed drops of water before spraying cold water out, Gars aiming it at Shey carelessly and soaking him with the cold water, grime and dust accumulated the past week washed away with the water down the drain, pooling in the the long disused tub as well, its water level slowly rising. Shey closed his eyes and relished at the sensation of the water washing over his skin, however cold it is. "Hey, you don't get to enjoy yourself." A sharp kick suddenly caught Shey at his stomach, as well as a strong arm shoving his head into the murky water accumulated in the tub. "Ah!" Shey growled in pain and frustration, his gills opening to breath inside the water as he struggled to push his head out of the water to no avail, Gars holding him in place with his weight.

"Ya'know, you look rather inviting like that." A lustful purr reached Shey's ears, somewhat muddled by the water. Panic blooming in his chest, Shey struggled with greater strength as he remembered the intense pain he felt the first time and felt something prodding behind him only to slam in without a care. Shey screamed inside the water in pain and anger, his lost voice as Gars started pushing inside him from behind eagerly, Shey shaking from the intense pain and tears dripping from the corners of his eyes to be lost in the water. Suddenly, the discarded blindfold around Shey's neck tightened and blocked his gills almost completely, leaving him only a small gap to breath with as his head still resided under the water. Struggling to breath, Shey could only endure the intense pain as Gars plowed him strongly, each stroke causing another wave of pain to wash over Shey and making him feel weaker as he struggled to breath, lightheaded. Gars slammed in deeply one last time, ejaculated inside of Shey and pulled out with a satisfied sigh while letting go of Shey's head who pulled his head out of the water and slinked down on the wall panting heavily and almost whimpering, tears dropping from his eyes as he curled his tail around himself defensively and lowered his head so he wont meet Gars' gaze.

Gars smiled in satisfaction seeing the shark's now timid behaviour, lighting up a cigarette and slowly dragging puffs of it, staring at Shey who shook curled on the floor. Gars grinned and leaned down, pressing the cigarette to his chest right next to the previous cigarette's mark was, making Shey groan with a wavering voice, pressing his eyes closed tighter and trying to shrink to the corner, his arms weakly pulling at the bonds securing them behind his back as he pressed his back to the cold wall and shuffled his feet close to him as much as he could as they slipped on the wet floor. Gars grinned and flicked the cigarette on Shey afterwards, leaving him in the room and not even bothering to close the foor behind him, striding to a room adjacent as the claws on his legs scratched at the floor.

"Fuck, fuck! It hurts so damn bad!" Shey mumbled as pain pulsed sharply deep inside him, shaking and unable to stop tears from streaming down his cheeks, mixing with the drops of water still on his skin. "I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it" Shey started repeating this sentence in his head, the sharp pain his body emanating dwarfing compared to the anguish he was feeling, unable to resist Gars at all. "How did I end up here?" Shey began repeating the past week in his head, a renewed stream of tears trickling down his cheeks as he recounted the abuse Gars inflicted on him the entire time. Extremely humiliated at being showered, force fed and forced into submission in such a painful way. Shey slid further down the wall, having no strength to keep himself in that position and sobbed silently, his mind blank as clattering sounds came from the other room as Gars was absentmindedly cooking meat, intentionally scorching some of them before setting the scorched ones on a plate and walking back to where Shey was and throwing the plate at him dismissively; "Eat." Gars growled, scratching his chest absentmindedly.

Shey remained unresponsive, ignoring Gars' command as he wallowed in his mind, mumbling. Gars wrinkled his brow in dissatisfaction, his tail flicking in irritation. "Did he break?" Gars wondered, directing a kick at Shey's stomach who yelped out on pain, his eyes snapping open as he was jarred out of his mind. "Fuck you." Shey spat out without thinking, and received another sharp kick to his stomach in return, making him bend over in pain, the breath knocked out of him. "I said, eat." Gars stepped on his head, shoving Shey's head down and slamming it against the floor, the charred meat right in front of him. "If you wont, I will rip your teeth out and shove it down your throat, toy." Gars threatened, forcing his weight down on Shey's head, his claws digging deeply as he leaned to grab the shark's jaw strongly and forced it open. "Ah, ah, ahh!" Shey groaned in pain as Gars did so, trying to lift his head and pulling at the rope binding his arms again, feeling his head almost splitting apart as Gars forced him to open his mouth almost too widely, shoving a piece of the meat in and clamping it shut, making the motions of chewing with Shey's mouth while holding his maw shut, trying to press his tongue to the roof of his mouth to not taste the charred meat's nauseating taste. "Dont tell me you don't like meat. Are you a vegetarian?" Gars' rough voice growled in surprise, seeing his toy struggle to swallow the meat. "How lame." Gars tilted Shey's head up, forcefully making him swallow before letting go of him and turning to sit on the edge of the tub; "You're a disappointment of a shark, you know that?" Shey shook his head, a whimper escaping from his throat as he tried not to throw up and slowly pushed himself up to his knees, leaning over the tub and drinking from the murky water in attempt to make the taste disappear, the first gulp reminding him how barren of water his throat is as he kept drinking, Gars still sitting on the edge and staring at the shark weirdly. "I forgot you need water." Gars scratched at the back of his head, his voice almost sounding apologetic and rose to his legs, picking up his shorts from the wet floor and walked out again, his claws clicking against the floor only to return shortly after with a towel.

"Stand up." Gars held the towel up, Shey pulling his head from the tub to look at him and slowly rose up, keeping stable by leaning on the wall. Gars stepped forward decisively and untied Shey's wrists completely, handing him the towel silently. Shey hesitantly took it, the towel surprisingly soft to the touch as he held it. "Well, what are you waiting for? Dry yourself up. I won't have my toys dripping all over my house." Gars sighed impatiently, taking a step back as his eyes never left Shey. Shey nodded, not daring to speak and pressed the towel to his bruised chest, absorbing the water before continuing to his legs, drying them up while conscious of Gars following his every move. Shey wrapped the towel around his back to dry his fin, intentionally avoiding his backside which still throbbed in pain, not wanting to agitate the pain further before slowly handing the towel back to Gars who hung it on a crooked hook. "Walk in front of me." Gars gestured at the door and glared at Shey expectantly, almost shoving him down as he grabbed Shey's arm and yanked him forward, twisting the arm behind his back and walking him forward to a half openened door at the end of the hall, obscuring the room beyond it. The old, cracked door swung open as Gars pushed Shey through it to reveal a relatively clean bedroom, the bed adorned with two thick wooden poles at the top of it, the left one covered by scratches.

Shey tensed up as he saw the bed, prompting Gars to twist him arm further, forcing him to bend his back as sharp pain stabbed at his shoulder, almost forcing him to a knee. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna fuck'ya again. I just want someone to warm the bed for me." Gars chuckled in his rough voice and threw Shey on the bed, binding his arms together and to the sturdy, scratched pole, stretched in an awkward postion almost sitting up. Gars laid down next to him, lighting up a smoke and leaning on Shey who tried to shy away, only to make Gars growl with a sigh; "stop moving and squirming around already!" and slapped the shark's face, leaving a stinging burn on Shey's cheek, taking long drags of the cigarette while his other hand lazily caressed Shey's body, feeling him nonchalantly. Finishing the cigarette, Gars flicked it aside and shuffled closer to Shey and closed his eyes, clinging to Shey almost painfully. Shey laid frozen in place on the bed, afraid to move lest he will wake his violent captor up as his own extreme tiredness forced his eyelids shut and he drifted to restless sleep.