WHO: Friar Tuck, Will Scarlet, maybe Prince John and Malcolm, we'll seeeee WHEN: , June 2044, five days after this WHERE: The farmhouse locked room WHAT: Just more messing with Will's brain WARNINGS: Torture and shit
Will Scarlet was clearly having none of Tuck's lies, or at least not as many as Tuck wanted him to have. So he had himself 'forcibly removed' from the locked room with him in it. Will was offered the same dull food he had been eating for weeks, and no information on how any of his compatriots were doing, including his daughter. Will Scarlet was not someone who was good on his own. Make him miss Tuck's presence. He also left the painkillers there, which meant Will would keep taking them, he was sure. He was in a lot of pain, after all. And Malcolm had been instructed to hurt him more if Will wasn't taking the pills.
For five days, Tuck would occasionally scream in fake pain and horror, for Will to hear. Well, not all of it was fake. If Will was going to believe Tuck's injuries, he had to be injured. And sure, they were carefully done, to avoid anything major. But Malcolm still packed a hell of a punch, and he couldn't fight back. He just had to take it. Malcolm was smarmy about it too, which Tuck was going to kick him in the nuts later for, but they had a job to do here.
Finally, five days after leaving the room, Tuck was pushed back into it. He fell to the ground with a grunt, and he stayed there for a bit, just breathing. His face was covered in bruises, and his lip was split, though the wound was a few days old now. He did have a fresh shiner on his left eye though. He stayed there in the centre of the room, his arms shaking, and he waited for Will to react.