Posts by CHATHAM.

He had been sleeping, his paw covering his eye. He only had one front leg, which he'd found annoying for a while, but he could cope with it now, after all he'd been a soldier. One eye opened as a loud clanging noise, ah so Riddlers had returned to torment him, but he had fortitude, he could withstand it. It wasn't like he had much left to live for. His son was dead. His fiancee was dead, and his daughter was MIA. Jw's life was in shambles, but he wasn't going to off himself, that would be too satisfying to the bastards who still kept him here. An ear was raised as the voice called out. So not Riddlersgame, but someone else. He yawned conspicuously, and turned his head away from the male. Not today, nope. He was just going to lie here. He still had healing wounds from his last wonderful torture session with that evil son of a bitch who'd captured him.

The door was unlocked, and he raised his ear again until the words trickled out of the feline's mouth, well that didn't sound interesting. Sighing deeply he realized that if he didn't get up he'd probably get dragged painfully to his feet... it seemed much smarter to just comply at this point and plot sweet sweet revenge. "I'm sensing a common theme. Princess." The canine barked as he pushed himself up. His joints ached, and his head throbbed, honestly he just wanted to be dead at this point. Why couldn't these sadistic fucks kill him? Eh that would be too nice of them he supposed. "Sweet, sweet, guy that Rid." The canine snarled.

JW's ears laid back as the tiger snapped at him, and he recoiled slightly, he had a sharp tongue, a tongue he preferred not to curb, though it would probably get him into trouble one of these days, he honestly cared very little. But he did realize his life would be easier if he didn't gripe so much, but it was all he could to not to snap back. At the words the dog sighed and bowed his head, yeah yeah yeah. It would be happening anyways so why would he fight the collar going over his head. If he did he'd probably get more hurt than he was already. After all last time he'd tried to do something like that he'd gotten a beautiful gash in his side, it wasn't really healing that much either. Maybe there was still hope for him to die from an infection. Or perhaps he could catch a nasty case of the H1N1 virus and die of that. He'd finally be in the afterlife with Harry, that would be something to look forward to.

As the larger animal continued to speak JW's eyes rolled back as he sighed. Jesus, "Oh goody, a field trip." He snarked in return, he probably should work more on his filter, but he really couldn't help making snide comments. They were his only form of defense these days.

The prisoner limped along, good the guy was still talking, couldn't he let JW suffer in silence? Well not his own silence, JW really had no filter when it came to remembering to not say rude shit, or snark, or sarcastic things which usually got him cuffed over the ear, or worse. But whatever, he wasn't paying attention to the guy leading him, just to his awkward stride, he'd been legless for a while now, but walking still was hard for him, he could run though, not terribly, but, not well either. He breathed out deeply as he was lead into the sterile room which smelled much like... alcohol, rubbing alcohol. His tail dragged on the ground behind him as he limped obediently onto the slab and sank into a comfortable position on the ground.

Perhaps if he didn't talk this would go faster and he could try to sleep again. He felt a wave of emotion crash over him as he thought of Harrison in his later stages of cancer, how the horse barely had any energy to stand, even sit. Talking had been hard for his fiancee... but JW had loved him till the bitter end, even while stuck here a prisoner. He'd given up a lot of his fight after Harrison had died though, Witchy was dead, Harrison was dead, there wasn't really much left to fight for. He wanted to grumble, snap back at the guy, tell him what a dick he was, but it just seemed like too much energy to expend.

Instead of squirming Jules just lay there, after all if he tried to wriggle free the restraints would probably just end up tighter, and much more uncomfortable. As he was strapped down to the surface the canine let out a deep sigh. He'd been holding his breath in in order to not be restricted from breathing during whatever the hell this was. And so as a result, the strap around his core was merely uncomfortable rather than painful as it would have been had he not held in his breath, and expanded his stomach. He was immobile for the most part, though he could still move his ears thank god, and he could still sniff out a drop of blood in a fifty square foot marked off area. He breathed shallowly as he listened to what the feline was doing.

He couldn't turn his head to see, nor would he had he been able to. But he had one ear cocked, and he was smelling everything that happened, figuring out every last detail he could about whatever this male was doing. Soon enough Madscientest turned to look at him again and he had a syringe, having been a former army man in a previous life, the dog knew what this was, and could give a halfhearted guess as to what it would do. As he spoke Jules just rolled his eyes, no one could ever give him a pain free experience, but that was his life, one pain after the next. And it sucked.

He licked his nose, it was feeling dry, his mouth was dry. His stump of a leg was beginning to feel distant, almost detached from his tan and black body. He rolled his eyes towards his limb, almost able to see it, but not quite, resting his head back on the slab he sighed again. At least the male had the decency to give him anesthetic. Or this was not just torture as he'd thought it would be. Either way squirming around definitely would not help things. He had to be strong, though he really didn't have anything to be strong for.

He was lying motionless in his cell, the minutes dragged on constituting hours, and the hours went painfully slowly by to make days. And the days somehow became weeks. And those weeks turned into months, he'd been here for so long he'd begun to forget what home smelled like, what the outside smelled like. And he was pretty sure he was slowly loosing his individuality. An ear perked up as he heard steps, but he kept his back turned to the cell door, and sighed. He hadn't really slept in months, he hadn't eaten properly in months, and he hadn't had a day go by undisturbed. The three legged canine let out a deep sigh.

JW could feel the blood spring to life and could smell the burning of the cauterization. His eyes watered at the pain, but he remained silent and still, no benefit would come from moving, and a lot of pain could happen. As the male reached the nerve and pressed on it, JW yelped in pain, fuck, FUCK that hurt. He tried to pull his leg away but could not, and so let out a deep breath and lay still once more. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That not only had surprised him, as he was pretty sure his leg was dead. Well, after that bear chomped it off who could blame him?

"Fucking juice-box." It was not an actual swearword, but it meant about the same thing as something following the word "fucking" could mean. He was just used to censoring himself because children. Though his son, who was dead now, had worshiped satan in his older years, which still caused the male some confusion. But he was not one to stop someone from doing something if it was what they wished to do. As long as it didn't hurt others... like this did. Fucking dipshit.

Riddlersgame had asked for it, well not really, and JW had been trying not to lose his temper, but bringing up his fiancee, that was dangerous territory for the canine. Seeing as Harry was probably dead now, and he hadn't even gotten to say goodbye, or marry the love of his life. The black and tan canine snarled as he was dragged into the open, his eyes full of anger. Whether or not i was going to die today, it was totally worth it. Jules just didn't want to take this crap anymore, it was all too much... plus he hadn't even bitten Riddlers that hard, maybe hard enough to make it hurt, but not hard enough to make most animals this pissed.

Eh, he'd take whatever they threw at him, not like he had any other chance. He was proud, honestly a bit too proud. His eyes flashed defiantly at the feline and he growled softly, oh if only he wasn't restrained he'd give the kitty something to really cry over, and not just a little nick. "I maintain that you bit yourself." He answered a bit cheekily. Though he was running out of smart answers. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on. Hold onto himself... his identity.

Shit, no, shit... the pliers hit his face with a smacking noise as they tore through his skin and left an open gash on his face. He let out a soft whimper at the action. His eyes fell to the ground, he was running out of retorts, running out of lines... running out of energy to fight this. His ears were back as he calculated what next would happen, but before he could think his hair was yanked, and his mouth opened at the feeling, shit. But he wouldn't do anything, he couldn't do anything, but he also couldn't let this happen... fuck.