WHO: Sheriff, Wills Stutely and Scarlet, Maid Marian and Friar Tuck WHEN: Saturday after the Yoink WHERE: Dungeon WHAT: A new friend WARNINGS: Some pretty awful torture
It had been five days since the sheriff had moved Marian to a new cell. He had given them pizza then, and no one had said thank you to him. He had tried, thereafter, to give Marian food every day with the promise that if she ate, he would feed the men eventually, but Marian had just thrown every meal back into his face. Because of that, he had fed the men nothing, though the disgusting little shits had scraped bits of food that had been thrown, right off the floor, shoving it into their desperate mouths like pigs.
God, Malcolm hated them.
Now he had another to join their ranks. And fuck Stutely was hard to move. He slammed into the dungeon, grunting and groaning as he pulled Stutely's large form, already starting to stir, over to the cell bordering Tuck's. "Fuck," he growled, dropping Stutely's legs. He pulled the man over to the bars that served as the wall between Stutely's cell and Tuck's, and then pulled out two pairs of handcuffs, attaching Will to the wall. He was going to wake up already bound.
At least his arms were in front of him?
Tuck struggled to sit up, but his heart broke when he saw Stutely. God, the fucking Sheriff really was going to get all of them, wasn't he? Oh god. They were never getting out of here. He cast a terrified look to both Scarlet and Marian, and then back to the sheriff. Stutely was waking up and all Tuck wanted to do was comfort the man.
Well. Comfort the man, and eat an entire fucking buffet. His ribs ached with hunger. "Stutely," he called out, ignoring the sheriff entirely. "Stutely, man- Hey," he inched over to the bars so he could be close when Stutely woke up.
"Leave him alone," Sheriff warned.
"You starve me, I get to be here when my friends wake up," Tuck growled back.