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After a while, Godrick lost a track of time completely. First, he was able to somehow orientate, because Jakob came in and out of his cage in certain intervals. Sometimes, the man would bring food, other times just another set of toys Godrick would ‘play’ with.
It was not pleasurable. Well, it technically was, but not because the boy wanted it to be, it was just the mechanics of the act, really. And even that lasted just for a while.
Later on, everything, even the gentlest touch of the wind became painful. That was the exact moment the young wizard became utterly miserable. First, he decided to endure it and break out at the nearest possibility of it, but when the only thing that was on him was either some kind of disgusting garment, or his family ring (still covered in his mother’s blood), he had nothing left. It was easier to just shut his mind and his surroundings. And he loved Jakob, why would he try to break out?
Unfortunately, Jakob stopped coming to him at intervals, and instead he just stayed down there all the time. Before his blank out, Godrick looked around the room many times. Around the golden cage, it looked like a normal house. There was a bed, small kitchen, a drawer, and a door.
If the boy still had some magic left, he could break out fairly easily, but the man he loved somehow stole it. How did Jakob even take his magic? Did he say something about science? That sounded weird, Godrick never heard of anything like it. And what did he even do with his magic? Muggles could not use wands, Rick knew that quite well, he was a wandmaker after all. Yes, many despised his wands, because he experimented a lot. Other wandmakers tried to stop him from using other animals than Unicorns, Dragons and Phoenixes. Why would he not try other magical creatures? They had so much potential!
“Are you bored honey?” Rick paused at the familiar voice. His Jakob must have been so scared when he was not responding. Godrick wanted to answer him so much, but it hurt. It was very painful, as if his whole body was turned inside out. Even the faintest touches hurt like someone was rubbing coarse sand onto him. The young wizard was filthy, covered in fluids and dirt. Cum, blood, sweat… He did not want his Jakob to see him in this pitiful state.
“P-ple..” please do not look at me, he wanted to say, but his words were stuck in his mind. Nothing got out.
“Please? Please whate my little lion?” His voice sounded so sweet to Godrick. Like music. But the boy was unable to answer.
“Answer me you little bastard!” he said, watching the unresponsive body on the floor. Rick felt the change in his voice. He wanted to do something. Why could he not do something? He loved Jakob, is it not enough? He loves Jakob.
He loves him, he loves him, he loves him…
Yet, after all this time that his heart belonged to him, it was still not enough. Godrick felt so useless.
“Do not pretend you cannot hear me cub.” Was that a worry, that the boy heard in the man’s voice? It was certainly worry! He cares for him after all, how could Rick not believe him? Godrick is horrible, so shameful, so selfish. How could he?
The boy gathered the last bits of his strength and looked Jakob straight in the eyes.
“Can’t” was all he could produce with the pitiable sound that was left from his voice.
“You are not playing it...” the realisation came to Jakob.
“Well then, take this piece.” He said, sending a spell Godrick’s way.
The boy felt it smash into him, and suddenly his strength was back.
“Jakob, what are you doing baby? Give it back!” The boy was clearly confused on what was going on. It is not like he demanded his magic back, more like he pleaded for it unconsciously. Jakob already took it and Godrick loved him, why would he not share it with him, right?
“Come to me little lion.” Jakob said with an ugly smirk.
The boy did as he was told. “Very obedient. Good boy.”
Godrick almost purred at the praise. There was no one in his life appreciating him.
His friends? He did not have any. He travelled his whole life and the only people that showed him some affection were those who took something from him. What did they take? That varied on the person and the situation. Some wanted his money, some wanted his looks. Jakob was the only one who wanted Godrick whole. He did not want him for his anything, but just because he was him. A good boy.
His parents? Yes, they did love Godrick, but he was no longer the golden kid they prayed for. He had grown up and the ‘gifted child’ in him burned out a long time ago. Now he was just like anyone else and did not excel in everything he touched. His parent sometimes forgot he was there. He knew all of the etiquette from left to right and from right to left. He had learnt his family history, he had stayed up all nights just to stuff everything into his head. And even then, it was not enough. Godrick was loved, yet he was forgotten and ignored when something went in a different direction than his parents planned. At last, the only thing special about him was his magic. He had amounts of it that no one has had ever seen and now it was all Rick’s.
His man took the last burden from him, and he still loved him. He saw rick kill and torture so many people, and he still kissed him and fucked him. Jakob loved him.
Gentle hand touched Rick’s back. It still hurt his overexerted body. Like it was a salt pressing into a non-existent wound. He grimaced.
The man must have seen the change in the boy’s expression, but he ignored it. He was feeling so overwhelmed by the power that should not have been his. As he was touching and looking at that delicious naked body, an urge came across him.
“Turn around for me little lion.”
And Godrick knew it was coming again. He knew that first, it would feel good and then it would faint and faint and faint until the only thing left was an excruciating pain. But Jakob loved him, right? So Rick gladly took all of his cock, and he will do it so many other times, with the same appreciation.
***
The trio was in the forest, exchanging stories on how they got here. Rowena was the one talking the most. Her story was very personal, and even then she shared all the details in hope to find something, that would help them to hunt Carpenter down. Rowena did not know anything about the Black sister. Daisy and Dahlia were unique names, that she never heard before, but she knew the flowers. To get a name after such beautiful flower, they must have been very pretty themselves.
She heard people mention that she looked like them, but she did not thing about it in the heat of the moment. No wonder, after all, they almost died… She did not know what would she do if Helga did not come in time. They spent together the maximum of ten hours and even that was enough to make her feel like she was her little sister. Rowena always wanted one, and it felt amazing to have someone to look after, when they looked after you back.
With mama it was different. They looked after each other, but Rowena was not on the same authority. Her mama was stronger in character, and she was the one to set the rules, but with Helga, they stood on the same ground.
Helga and Salazar eagerly listened to Rowena. She was the only lead they had, and so far, they knew only that that Carpenter was a part of church. They called him cardinal, but the man was definitely not old enough for that position, and he did not wear the red and white robes. It did not make any sense.
Everything indicated that Carpenter had nothing to do with the Roman Catholic Church. Why did people call him Cardinal then?
“What if he is not a part of the Roman Catholic Church?” Salazar pointed out.
“What do you mean by that?” Helga asked.
“My lord, Salazar, you are a genius! Of course! How did I not think of it earlier!”
Helga still looked confused, but she was happy that Rowena finally got more warmed up to the boy. Not she just had to look after her, so she will not warm up to him too much.
“Well, of course beautiful Rowena. Did you think otherwise?” Salazar made eyes at her friend.
Oh no, that was definitely flirting. Helga did not like the way he smiled at Rowena.
“Stop your shit Salazar, we need to focus!” “Oh, Helga, do not be jealous, I love you as much as I do your little friend here!” Helga just made ugly face at him. “That was so unladylike, did your parents not teach you better?” The girl visibly flinched at the mention of her parent. Salazar noticed and stopped the teasing. There was more to uncover about it later, but now was not the time.
“What?” Rowena raised her head. The black brown girl was ignoring them. She got pretty good at it.
“Well, we have one clue to figure out where he could be. I want to kill him for what he did to Daisy!” Salazar loved Daisy a long time ago. He got over her death, but he will never forgive the person who tortured her. He will always remember the day he found her, impoverished covered in her own blood, one eye missing. Later on they reported him, that no magic was left in her core. What monster could do that?
“What did you say about him not being part of a church?” Helga asked, “I thought you said that people call him cardinal, Rowena.”
“People do, but that is exactly it. What if he was not a cardinal of a church, but of some cult? What if he is with the cult right now?” “But why would a cult person try to eradicate the wizarding community? Is it not what the church is trying to do? We are pagan after all.” “I know Helga, but what if they are like the church, but just without that stuff about God? What if the cult’s only goal is to kill all the witches and wizard?”
Salazar thought about it a little bit. “But why not just join the church then?” And even for that Rowena had an answer. “Because they are not believers. They just do not want you guys here.” “You are a witch too Rowena, they do not want us all.” “Well, thank you Salazar, how reassuring of you to remind me that a group of muggles is trying to kill me.” “A pleasure.”
Helga and Salazar both knew that even then she was not sure what to do with herself. She discovered she was a part of a whole new world just a few hours ago.
“It does not matter you cannot see your aura. You have one, do not hate yourself for being who you are, Rowena.” “Thank you, Helga.”
“Wast, what? Auras? Since when are you able to see auras? Why did no one tell me?” “It was not important at that time.” “Than tell me now, what does my aura look like? It shows you the nature of my magic right? Do I have better one than she does?” Salazar wanted to ask more, but his mouth got shut. He showed Helga a middle finger.
“Stop crying you overgrown baby.”
He felt the magical heat again. Salazar took out the parchment, reading the familiar handwriting:
Kill him, kill him, kill him, BRING BACK MY SON!
And a map. With a dot.
“What do you have there?” Helga looked curiously over his shoulder, but there was nothing.
“Why are you smiling at a blank piece of parchment?” “Yeah, have you finally gone crazy?”
Helga scoffed at him, but undid the silencing spell anyway.
“In the village, before I met you, there was a couple. There were old, I think, looking for a child. Probably their son. Before they left, the man gave me this parchment. It has his magical signature on it. I do not know how, but he communicates with me and the parchment is the means of our connection.”
“So he told you what, where is a man he should have not even known about?”
“Well, that is the thing. He first contacted me when I saw him attacking you. He said to kill him.”
“But how is that possible? I thought we were the only ones there! Ans would we not find the kid already? We searched through the whole town before we got here!”
“Calm down Helga. My theory is that Carpenter is the one who has their kid, and since they know their child’s magical signature, they know where they are.”
“Why does he not find them himself?”
“I believe something happened to them. I believe that I am their last possible mean of saving the kid.”
Salazar picked a stick from the ground and remade the map in the mud.
“See? This is where it shows me that they are.” “Than what are we waiting for? We must save a kid!”
***
This time, Godrick was lying in the bed when he woke up. Yes, Jakob put the bed into the cage, but he gave him a bed! Rick has never gotten a bed before! A weird euphoria was filling him up.
“Good morning cub! Slept well?” The boy did not. His body hurt more than before, and he felt so dizzy. When he lifted the cover, he immediately let go of it again. So much blood… But Jakob cared, so he answered. “Of course.”
Jakob looked at him knowing. “You do not sound very sincere cub. Are you lying to me?”
Rick felt a tingle of shame at those words. He did not want to lie to him, so he corrected himself.
“It stings, Jakob.” Jakob kissed him afterward.
“See? A good cub gets a reward.” Then he slapped him. Godrick almost fainted at the power against his weak magicless body. “And a bad cub gets a punishment. Do not lie to me, little lion.”
“I am so sorry Jakob, please, so not let go!” Rick whined at him, rubbing the new bruise.
“I would never cub. Sit here hmm?” Jakob said, showing the boy his lap. Rick crawled in it, remembering one of the previous commands.
“This my little lion, will look stunning on you.” The man said, showing him a collar, a furry tail and a hair ornament with ears. “I believe you do not need the muzzle anymore” the man continued, hiding that piece away. “Come on cub, put it on.”
Godrick unhesitatingly took all of it and put it on. The ears and the collar were easy, but he shot a confused look Jakob’s way, while he held the tail.
“Do not try that cub, you know exactly what to do with that.” The man watched as Rick slowly lowered the tail. He did not need any preparation, they did it too many times for that.
“Good boy.” And he kissed him again.
Jakob took Rick’s dick in his hand, stroking it lightly. No, no, no, Rick does not want this. He loves Jakob.
“Please” not this!
“Do not worry my cub, this will help you stay like this for a while.” Jakob said, tying something at the base of Godrick’s cock.
Don’t! Godrick cried out, but nothing came out of his lips. He was only whimpering, half in pleasure, half in pain.
“Shhh!”
And then, the love of his life apparated away.
***
“I am telling you, we are at the right place!” Salazar was getting annoyed at the girls’ doubts. The parchment suddenly changed.
You are too late.
Salazar stopped, the girls bumping into him at the sudden motion.
“What happened?” Helga asked, but Rowena was already before him.
“This is the last door, I feel its magic!”
So the two of them rushed to Rowena. They already had a hand at the handle, but than a loud crack indicated that someone just apparated away.
The view that revealed itself made them gasp. The boy that they were expecting was not really a boy. He was in his twenties, but he was utterly broken into pieces. Salazar looked at his blank expression and felt nothing from it. It was so cold, yet the boy was hurt in every way possible. Salazar recognised the two spells his father invented. He knew, that Imperio and Crucio were used on this boy, he saw the blood running down his thigs, he saw the bruises all over the boy’s body along with the hickeys.
Indeed, they were too late.
Both girls were stunned in shock. “I cannot feel his aura! I cannot! Why! Why?!” Rowena knew it was once there. She felt the ghost of the past storm that was raging mightily, more powerful than even Helga’s Garden had been. It was so empty inside that boy’s mind that the feeling transferred to her. Tears started to fall down her face.
She and Helga just stood there, glued to their place.
Salazar, on the other hand, got closer to the boy. He took his cloak off, and covered the boy up with it. He carefully got rid of all those disgusting pieces that were evidence to what happened. He held the boy in his hands, as he magically put him to sleep.
“Let us get out of here.” Salazar said, glancing one last look at the golden cage. He put the ring into his pouch along with the glass shard and the parchment.
Carpenter was an absolute monster.