Anon Meme Part 2
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He found where the mask would release in the back and slid his fingers underneath the open it. The touch of his hands, warm at the back of Ivan's neck made him shiver when his skin was revealed to the cold air of the basement dungeon.
“Now I really can't see...” he said warily. “B-but that means you can't see my face either.”
Oh, how much he wanted to shock him by lighting a flame to illuminate the room. There wasn't anything as pleasing as using his powers creatively like that. He promised himself that he wouldn't, though. Yes, this was a situation that was as real as it got - but he was still just playing a part. He was playing himself, he had to remember. He didn't want to spoil anything before it was the right time to reveal himself.
...If it would ever be the right time.
He pushed him forward and heard Ivan land hard down on his knees. He yelled in pain upon the impact. Yuri lifted a knee and crushed the heel of one of his boots into the spot between Ivan's shoulder blades to keep him down. It was cruel of him and the pain Ivan was feeling was likely not the good kind, but at that moment, he just... It was cruel of Ivan to ask this of him.
It wasn't really his fault, though. He didn't want to hurt Ivan for the way the circumstances were hurting him. This was supposed to be a night of fun, wasn't it? He wanted to give Ivan treats, not tricks. Well - not the bad kind, at least.
Leaning down, he put his arms under Ivan and... My, the weight of the Origami suit was a lot greater than he expected it to be. Did that fall even really hurt with all of that padding or was he just acting again?
Huffing, he kicked Ivan in the side and noticed that it made more of an impression on his own foot, leaving his toes tingling like he'd just kicked a car's bumper. “This thing's hard as hell. You didn't really feel any of that, did you?” he asked spitefully.
Ivan laughed lightly, nervously, and rolled over onto his back. “Yeah, it's... it's a tough suit. You'd have to kick a lot harder than that for me to really feel it. S-sorry.”
Yuri wasn't sure why he was apologizing for that. Maybe he wanted to feel some pain just as much as Yuri wanted to give it to him. He got back down and rolled Ivan back over onto his stomach and grabbed onto the middle of the chains where his hands were bridged and lifted. Like that, he dragged him across the room with him, having to put some muscle into it to get him to move.
The uncomfortable whines that emitted from Ivan's mouth as he dragged him told him that he was for sure unable to escape from the strain put on his pulled arms. Yuri wet his lips as he approached the table that he knew he would come to in the middle of the room, thinking of the way Ivan probably looked with his arms stretched awkwardly above his back.
When he released him, Ivan sunk to the floor like a ton of bricks, just the way the suit felt, and stayed there with his face pressed into the ground.
“Get yourself up onto the table,” he ordered, running his hand along the metal edge of it. “I want to get a better look at the face of Origami Cyclone.”
Ivan obeyed to the best of his current ability, laying himself down across the table face-first and wiggling his way forward until he got his legs to follow him up. Yuri helped him with the rest, rolling him over with slight difficulty until he had him on his back. The chains were still trapped under him, though, and Ivan groaned as they dug too closely into his wrists.
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