CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // UNDERAGE Prompt Post // February 1-15

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Re: Fill: The Jester 7/many

[marlowe78]

So… the riddle was getting closer to be solved, but Jared wasn’t really sure he liked where it was going.
To let the kid have his hands free for something to eat, Jared had to uncuff his wrists. He wasn’t keen on getting his ass kicked, though. What? He’d seen what that boy could do to people twice as large and filled with muscle, and Jared was a thinker, not a fighter at heart. So he’d brought a length of chains, slung it over the high-beams of the ceiling and locked them in place. The end had a pair of smooth, well-padded cuffs with another length of chain between them and he’d told the boy to lock himself in.

“I’ll give you the keys for your hands once you’re done with it, all right?”

But Featherboy had just snarled and spat. “You want me to do it? I can do that, but I’d have to touch you, and you didn’t want me to. So… what’ll it be? Touch and me, or you and your stupid pride?”

Even though Jared told himself it’d been the kid’s choice, he still felt pretty mean that he went over, sat backwards on the boy’s legs and unceremoniously cuffed his ankles.

He’d felt even worse, like utter shit, when he’d turned back around to undo his wrists and saw the glassy, absent gaze in the kid’s eyes. Even the stupid mask hadn’t helped any - that boy had spaced right out. Little shivers ran over his body and a cold sweat had coated his face. Carefully, he’d taken off the gloves to check for any chafing from the metal but had instead found half-healed scars - and many older ones, too - on the kid’s wrists.

Fuck, what the hell had happened to him?

Jared had undone the cuffs and left him on the mattress, not touching his captive again even though every inch of him was screaming to provide comfort. It wouldn’t have been appreciated, though, so he’d just left and gone to check the net for clues.

Which, now that Jared was staring at them, didn’t provide an easy solution to his suspicions.

There weren’t any recent abductions in the last year for the boy, not even a short one or anything that would leave marks on his wrists as fresh as those he’d seen. Which meant he didn’t get them from some villain. Which meant he got them somewhere else. Combined with the fear and catatonia he’d witnessed, he came to the conclusion that they weren’t due to happy playtimes, and a nasty, nasty idea grabbed hold of him now.

What would he do if his suspicion turned out to be true?

Absently, he picked up his phone when it rung and listened to the enthusiastic voice of his brother. “Yeah, you’re welcome. Now… shake any tail you might have and get your ass to the lair, I need to show you something.”

Jeff was smart, just as smart as Jared and he was older, wiser. He’d know what to do.