oi, sorry, i had this done about three days ago and forgot to post it!

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Jono carefully picked at the food that had been brought to him. He knew something had been put at it--likely by the priest's request--however, he knew he couldn't just leave it. He was hungry and he had to make it at least LOOK like he had ate. He was too lost in thought to notice when someone entered. It wasn't until he heard a crash did he notice his company.

Seth stood there, eye burning at some place above Jono's head. Jono turned to look and saw nothing that would awaken the priest's rage, so he turned back around, looking back at Seth.

Seth had moved, completely ignoring Jono as he went along his business, mostly slamming things around until he had smashed a vase. "Clean that up," he said through clenched teeth as he walked back out the door.

Carefully getting to his feet, so not to upset his wounds, Jono searched for something to put the broken shards in. Footsteps...stomps, really, sounded from the hallway, a prelude for Seth's return. Jono quickly began grabbing the pieces up, holding them in his hands.

Seth stopped in his doorframe, washed, prepared for bed. Jono stood up, eyes wide, as his hands trembled.

Calmly, Seth said, "Turn around."

Jono complied, unsure what he was planning.

Seth took his steps carefully and deliberate as he approached Jono's backside. "Didn't I tell you to clean this up?" he asked softly. Warmly, even.

"Yes, I-I didn't know what to do with it. I--"

Seth's smooth hands traveled down Jono's bruised arms. "Here, let me show you." He took Jono's fists in his, then clenched.

Jono gasped, feeling the pieces of glass cut into his skin. "Se--"

Pushing Jono onto the bed, Seth towered over him. "You bore me."

Jono went to look at him, but decided better of it and hung his head.

Jono's passiveness seems to awaken Seth's rage, as he grabbed Jono by the wrists and threw him towards the window. Seth stalked over to the window, which led to a balcony. "For someone who's fought so much for the kind Pharaoh, I expected you to treat me to just as much defiance, if not even more. Have you no spark, slave?"

Jono could barley move, let alone be defiant. But even he knew he had to respond, do something, not let Seth think he had won--

The pale priest grabbed Jono again and forced him to stand on a stool type thing, making them eye-to-eye. "I have never been more bored in my life, Jono. If this is really the way you plan to act, I better set about breaking in my new slave."

"Breaking...?" Jono asked hoarsely.

Seth's eyes, an emotionless dark blue, stared into Jono's as he grabbed Jono by the wrists, tying a rope around them.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Jono sputtered, too shocked to respond physically.

Seth opened the window, leaving Jono nearly nude to the night's cold air. Stringing the end of the rope through a hole in a decorative sculpture, Jono was imprisoned in the room, unable to undo the ties.

Then Seth kicked the stool out from under him. Jono screamed, the added pressure to his wrists causing his already cut hands to bleed whatever blood was left in them. He kicked, screaming, trying to touch the ground and relieve some of the pain to his hands.

Then Seth's smooth, calm voice said, "Your wrists are likely to crack from your weight. You grew fat on the pharaoh's compassion. I assure you you'll find none here. Either you amuse me and give me reason to keep you, or I will rid myself of your," rough push into his side, "dead weight." He gave a small smirk at the last two words, as if they were some sort of joke.

Jono hung his head in defeat. I will never help my sister if I'm dead...there's got to be something I can do to convince him to let me live...

~~~

Seth glanced at his newest piece of art. "I do think he's passed out," he said softly.

"You'd like that...wouldn't you?" a rough voice came from the hanging body.

"Ah, you do have some fight in you." Seth approached the hanging slave with a smirk, but was met with a kick in the chest.

Backing up in surprise, he finally looked the blonde slave in the face. "I think I have you figured out, Priest." His voice was a bit soft, but there was still fight in it. "You like me `cause I got spunk?"

"Don't flatter yourself, scum. A serpent wouldn't stop to pay you any mind."

"Ah, yes, but I am entertaining the one true disgusting serpent? Priest Seth himself?" Jono grinned.

"Watch your tongue," Seth said, eyes narrowing.

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I stopped there cuz I got stuck ^_^() I couldn't think of why Seth is so creepy, but I suppose I made it sound like it has something to do with Atemu.

Sorry I made it the way it was, just the image of Jono hanging there and still being an ass got stuck in my head. Hope it's not too much the suck.


hush_puppy_1 you are next!

Comments

[darkmus.livejournal.com]

Ieee... O__O
Creepy.

[cheeky-duckie.livejournal.com]

Ooh, I like the hanging visual -- fun stuff. :) *thumbs up* Seth does sound a bit bitter about Atemu, huh? Hmmm... *ponder*

I liked it; good job! ^_^

[alecto-chan.livejournal.com]

Dude... Someone's got anger management issues...

*hugs poor bleeding Jono*

Two thumbs up though...Seth is a little bit too creepy and cold for even me. The hanging torture, very creative though.

Well, fuck...

[hush-puppy-1.livejournal.com]

My turn, eh? Okay, okay, gimme a few days to come up with something crappy...

Oh yeah, but...

[hush-puppy-1.livejournal.com]

Excellent :)