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[theunwillingassistant]

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THE CHAIR

“Showtime” [PART TWENTY ONE]

DO NOT LISTEN IF YOU ARE A MINOR. This is not for you.

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CREDITS

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Script written by Kohrel

“Morgan” is played by Puyo-Proto

“Lufroz” “Bastoff”, and additional voices are played by Ambrose Kincaid (Link 1 and 2)

SFX and sound mixing by Ambrose Kincaid (Link 1 and 2)

[janesshow]

In 2014, Loren Bastoff went on a trip in the Amazon Rainforest. There she found a type of parasite that feed on trees.

"I saw something move under a tree's bark and with my left hand, I slightly lifted it up. I was absolutely terrified by what I saw."

Every day this new parasite species feed on trees, leaving the orgasm barren and unusable for other creatures.

Loren has made it her life's mission to protect the trees of the Amazon Rainforest.

Use the link to learn and see more: https://boulderbugle.com/loren-bastoff-tree-saviour-a6r8hqs7

[elfdragon12]

Do you see cosmos’ and bastoff’s romantic relationship as a Romeo and Juliet scenario with a happy ending? What are your favorite TTB ocs from other artists such as artsy hobbitses?

Yeah, that lines up! (I guess this makes Onslaught Rosaline? XD)

I am incredibly transparent about how much I love Oni's Grimlock... He could be credited with officially pulling me down the Transformers rabbit hole. The dude is so much My Type, it's ridiculous. (Heighty, fighty, and bitey with an added belief in "might makes right but I'm not a colossal dick/bully".) As for other favorite TTB OCs... Ravage is a favorite, her Strongarm gives me heart-eyes, same with Firestar, Swerve, and Ironhide. I also quite like wolf-mask/lupua-larua's Knockout (I look forward to Skyfire/Jetfire too.)

[theunwillingassistant]

Anticipation [THE CHAIR, PART TWENTY]

Lufroz had been scared a lot of times in his life, especially this past year, but what he was feeling right now was more intense than anything he had ever felt before.

It was hard to keep up with Morgan and Bastoff, due to how much he was shaking. His entire body felt like it was going to collapse, and yet, the adrenaline was preventing him from fainting.

He was so close to being butchered, or whatever Bastoff had planned… But not yet.

He still had to walk all the way to the other’s studio, all while wondering what he could possibly do to save himself from his inevitable fate. The truth was that he couldn’t do anything, and he knew that very well… And yet, he couldn’t help but look for a way out, no matter how dire his situation was.

The entire thing felt so unreal. Like there was going to be something saving him at the last moment. Morgan changing his mind, maybe? Unlikely, but at this point, any piece of hope was good to take.

And all that because he spilled a drink…? This just couldn’t be real…

He shivered- from the fear? From the cold? He wasn’t sure. All he could do was move his feet forward, walking just behind Morgan. Considering how the latter made a point of not being embarrassed, Lufroz wasn’t even sure he was allowed to walk beside him. 

The young man’s heart was beating fast inside his chest, almost threatening to burst out any chance it got. His mind was a mess of thoughts and questions, so much so that he could barely think. He couldn’t even hear his inner voice.

The group passed by several people on their way to the A4 room. They seemed to be aware of their boss’s true business, considering their lack of reaction to Lufroz’s obvious naked state. 

Morgan’s business functioned in the same way. Most, if not all the employees were somewhat aware of the dark things happening in the background. Anyone working in the Spider’s nightclub had things to hide, or a reason for being here. 

And they all knew the horrible things they contributed to.

Lufroz was no different. While he didn’t condone any of these actions, his life was on the line. If he wanted to live, he had to contribute too, no matter how guilty it made him feel.

People died because of him. Not out of his own hand- he could never, but he was part of the intricate machinery that was Morgan’s business. He was just a pawn like many others- a pawn the Spider had taken a liking to.

And as much as he wished this wasn’t the case, this liking was the very reason he was still alive to this day.

Lufroz kept his head down, refusing to look forward. He was too lost in thoughts anyway- at least, until he almost bumped into his boss, who had stopped right in front of him.

The young man barely stopped in time, and sighed as he avoided a dangerous collision. When he looked up, though, his face paled. 

-”Well, here we are,” the movie director spoke, as he gestured to a door. So that was why they had stopped.

The tall man grabbed the handle, and twisted it. Just like that, the door opened, revealing… A filming set, unsurprisingly.

-”After you,” he gestured for the two “guests” to enter, which Morgan did without thinking much. Lufroz, however, hesitated- how could he not?

However, a glare from his boss was all it took for his legs to unfreeze. The Spider’s threat was still very fresh in his mind. It was either obeying, and leaving after an hour… Or staying here for the entire day, having to endure who knew what.

No matter how scared he was, Lufroz was not ready to risk it. So, fighting the urge to turn around and run, he entered the room. He felt like his legs could give up at any moment- his emotions were such a mess that even he couldn’t quite tell what he was feeling.

Fear? Of course. But there were other things: anticipation, hesitation, despair… And even hope.

Hope that something was going to save him, eventually…

His eyes examined the room.

The team had already made their way here, and were tuning the different techs. Cameras, Lufroz recognized, but other things too, that he didn’t know about. There were a lot of cables all over the floor, as well as those special lamps, that every movie set had.

There was a decor too- probably for the immersion, his brain thought in a moment of clarity.

Everything seemed to look like an old basement. The walls seemed to have been artificially damaged, and the same could be said about the floor. Every piece of furniture there was made of metal- and rusty. Very rusty.

The tiles on the floor were stained by blood, and Lufroz could tell that it had never been cleaned up- at least, not too much… Perhaps to keep the “aesthetic”, he thought with horror.

Multiple tools were hung onto the walls, each of them turning the young man’s blood ice cold. Hammers, knives, axes, a drill, ropes, chains, pliers, saws, a blowtorch… As well as several cans full of liquids- and, frankly, Lufroz preferred not to know what.

But this was probably not going to be an option today.

Luck was not on his side.

The was a chain hanging from the ceiling, with a hook at the end of it. Its sharp end only made Lufroz shiver- but then, he noticed something that had been attached to it.

Shackles.

Was this where he was going to be…? Shackled to the chain, with nothing but his legs to defend himself?

His face turned pale. He knew very well that this would render him unable to do anything. He had to face it, Bastoff was huge, so much so that the other could very well break his bones with just a twist of the wrist, and that, even without the shackles.

With handcuffs, though… It was clear that he wouldn’t be able to do anything. And given the height of the hook, it seemed that he would find himself on his toes, restricting his movements even more.

He knew all that, because he had already been in a similar situation in Morgan’s bedroom, early that month. That experience had left a mark in his mind, which did nothing to ease the alarms ringing in his brain.

There was no way out. The second he would end up handcuffed there, his fate would be sealed, and he wouldn’t be able to escape it.

But what could he even do to avoid this…? This all seemed inevitable at this point…!

-”Huh,” the Spider tilted his head: “You know, I always thought you were recording your movies in some basement, but seeing this… It kinda kills the magic, there.”

Bastoff let out a laugh, one that made Lufroz freeze once more.

-”That’s the idea,” the other replied, putting his hands over his hips as he watched his team prepare themselves: “That’s exactly what cops think when they see my movies. They’d never think of looking in a building like this one.”

Morgan hummed, watching the employees too.

-”I guess that makes sense,” he sighed.

Bastoff gestured for them to come closer, and pointed a chair for the Spider.

-”You can sit here,” he offered.

-”Well, don’t mind if I do,” the other replied with a sigh, before letting himself fall onto the chair, soon crossing his legs.

Lufroz watched in fear, standing next to him, dreadfully waiting.

He felt a hand fall onto his shoulder, and he couldn’t help but jump loudly. His head snapped to the side, his eyes locking onto the person who had touched him- Bastoff, of all people.

His first instinct was to try and move away from the contact, but the movie director didn’t let him- his grasp on the young man’s shoulder was too strong, and it was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to get away.

The older man’s hand was so big, he felt like the other could crush his skull if he ever wanted to…

-”Come on, pretty face,” Bastoff chuckled darkly: “Time to prepare the star of the show.”

Oh. There it was, was it…? The moment he had been dreading so much…

It was starting now.

[theunwillingassistant]

Recollection [THE CHAIR, PART THREE]

Lufroz’s hand hurt. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt so much- and the pain never stopped. No matter how much he tried to keep his mind busy, there wasn’t much he could do to help himself out. Trying to focus his attention somewhere in his torturer’s “playroom” was out of the question- what would he even look at, the torture tools hanged on the walls? Definitely not. They only served as a reminder of the very painful time he was going to have in this cursed room.

He had fucked up- he knew that very well. The mere fact of being strapped in Morgan’s chair was an obvious proof of that on its own. It had all been an accident, but of course, no “sorry”s and no begging were enough to fix his clumsiness.

Because, yes, Lufroz’s situation was entirely due to being clumsy- the one day where he had been told countless times to be extra careful. And yet… Yet, he somehow managed to fuck that up.

It had all started with Morgan’s meeting with this muscular man, one that Lufroz had never seen before, but had heard many things about. Things that, for good reasons, made his stomach turn.

Bastoff was the name he used in the darker spheres, a name that had soon gained popularity over the years. The man had become a famous movie director- but not a normal one. A snuff movie director.

As the man in charge of the local human trafficking, Morgan was the perfect marketer for Bastoff’s business. During the past month, Lufroz had had to organize meetings between the two, without actually meeting him- and he had been so thankful for that. 

However, things had gone differently today. 

Lufroz was present at this day’s meeting. Upon meeting the movie director, the young man’s first thought was how huge the other was. It wasn’t just the muscles, there was the height too- and Lufroz was the shortest next to him and Morgan.

It was clear that the man could very well crush him effortlessly if he ever wanted. And that only made the young man even more terrified- because not only did he have the contacts and resources to destroy Lufroz, he could also do it physically.

And, for once, he felt relieved being Morgan’s assistant. Because that somewhat protected him from dangerous people like Bastoff. 

The first part of the meeting had been pretty calm- honestly, all he had to do was to sit next to Morgan and “look as pathetic as possible”, according to the latter. So he did just that, also doing his best not to catch Bastoff’s eye in an off-guard moment. 

For around thirty minutes, he vaguely listened to the two men negotiate, on prices mostly, or on the quality of the “products”. He couldn’t help but wince at the thought of people being sold and brutally killed on camera, for a public that was all too depraved for that. But, of course, he had to keep his mouth shut.

Soon after that, Morgan tasked him to get drinks- after all that talking, the two men had become rather thirsty. Honestly, at this point, Lufroz was far too happy to leave the room, so he promptly obliged. It didn’t take him very long to get to the bar area, and he got the drinks fairly quickly. Now, he obviously didn’t want to go back, but it wasn’t like he could just leave. So he did come back, holding two large drinks in his hands.

Morgan and Bastoff barely glanced at him as he entered the room, which was more than a good thing- the less noticeable he was, the better. 

And that was when he fucked up.

As he was approaching them, his left foot got caught in… Something, he didn’t even know what. But it made him lose his balance and, before he could do anything to stop it… He spilled both of the drinks on Bastoff’s chest.

There was a pause, where only the sound of glass shattering against the floor could be heard. No one spoke, no one moved- you could hear a pin drop, and the sound of liquid dripping down the couch, onto the floor.

And when Bastoff stood up, Lufroz was too slow, too shocked to move away. In a matter of seconds, the older man violently grabbed his neck, closing his big, large hand around Lufroz’s thin little neck.

-”You fucking bastard-!” the movie director roared, lifting him in the air like he weighed nothing. The young man quickly brought his own hands on Bastoff’s trying to get him to let go- in vain. What could he do against a guy of this size, he who looked like a toddler next to him?

-”Ack- Guh-! Ss-” Lufroz tried to apologize, but he couldn’t speak. He could barely make any sound either. His eyes were wide open, and he felt like his head was going to explode.

Morgan rapidly followed his customer’s movement and, in an instant, a blade found its way to Bastoff’s own neck. The metal was pressed hard against the skin, threatening to draw blood, should Morgan apply just a little more pressure.

-”Put him down,” he demanded, livid.

The two men glared at each other for a few seconds, waiting for the other one to give in, all while Lufroz was feeling his consciousness quickly drifting away. At this point, his memory was rather hazy, and he couldn’t remember much- until Bastoff eventually let go.

He was barely conscious anymore, and falling down didn’t help either. To say that his throat felt sore was an understatement, and his sight was blurry. Still, he did manage to see two sets of legs leaving the room, while loud voices could be heard, screaming words he couldn’t understand for now. This did give him some time to return to his senses, though. Slowly but surely, he became a bit more aware of his surroundings… And what had just happened.

The fresh memory was enough to pull him back to reality, and he sat up, coughing loudly.

Oh, yes he had fucked up.

And that was how he ended up there, right in Morgan’s playroom, in the chair that terrified him as much as its owner. It had only been a few hours since the incident, or at least he guessed so, but his throat still hurt quite a lot. Not as bad as his hand, of course, but still.

Those were two different types of pain, and ones that would last long enough to remind him not to piss Morgan off. Not like he didn’t already know that in the first place… 

While it wasn’t his first time being strapped to The Chair, he knew that his current situation was much worse than before.

How long was he going to stay in this room…? 

He closed his eyes- well, now, all he had to do was to wait for Sam to come, and bring him some water…

[theunwillingassistant]

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THE CHAIR

“Compromise” [PART ELEVEN]

DO NOT LISTEN IF YOU ARE A MINOR. This is not for you.

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CREDITS

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Script written by Kohrel

“Morgan” is played by Puyo-Proto

“Bastoff” is played by Ambrose Kincaid (Link 1 and 2)

SFX and sound mixing by Ambrose Kincaid (Link 1 and 2)

[theunwillingassistant]

Visit [THE CHAIR, PART TWENTY THREE]

Lufroz didn’t manage to fall back asleep. With how painful his entire body was, there was no way for him to lose consciousness, no matter how hard he wished for it. There wasn’t anything to do either, so the only thing he could do was to look around him, and get lost in thoughts.

All in all, Lufroz soon became incredibly bored. He almost wished for Morgan to come sooner, just so something happened. The thought, and how he welcomed it, quickly disturbed him, though. To wish for Morgan was a dangerous thing, and he knew that very well.

The only good thing Morgan brought for him was protection for him and Lesly. That was about it. The rest… It was just suffering, humiliation, abuse and more suffering. Then again, it was all for Lesly’s sake. She was his only family, and if enduring all of this meant she wouldn’t be in danger, then he wasn’t going to fight it.

It was his fault they were in this mess to begin with… If only he hadn’t accepted his father’s dying wish, none of that would have happened at all. The only person he could blame was himself.

He tried to push the thought out of his mind, and forced himself to wait without thinking too much. Boredom was a difficult thing to experience, but it was still far better than anything he had gone through with Morgan.

And eventually…

After what felt like days, the door finally opened. Lufroz’s attention was quickly caught by the sudden noise, and he turned his head towards it, already having an idea on who this was. And, unsurprisingly, his guess was correct.

Morgan appeared in the threshold, pushing the door opened. Soon, their eyes met, and while Lufroz felt his stomach turn from the sight, the white haired man just widened his eyes slightly.

-”Uh. So you’re awake,” was what the latter said, before stepping inside the room, and closing the door behind him.

-”H-hey…” Lufroz greeted him, having the feeling that he should say something. Speaking, though, proved to be difficult. After everything that had happened in the last few days, the sight of Morgan was enough to make him extremely uneasy, as if he were walking on eggshells.

The last thing he wanted was to end up in the chair again…

-”How long have you been awake for?” his boss asked as he walked closer to Lufroz’s bed, before sitting on it casually. Lufroz’s blood turned cold, and his entire body froze. Having Morgan so close to him, sitting right onto the bed he was in… He really didn’t like the proximity.

-”I… I don’t know,” Lufroz confessed, his eyes looking around the room: “There’s no clock in here…”

-”Fair enough,” the older man conceded with a shrug, his mismatched eyes focused on the injured assistant: “How are you feeling?”

Lufroz couldn’t help but wince at the question. It was rhetoric, without a doubt. Just seeing him was a good indicator on how he was feeling. With a cast on his foot, a removed toe, and burns all over his body, there was no way he would be okay. 

-”Not…” he took a deep breath, grimacing: “Not very well. Everything hurts…”

Morgan didn’t seem surprised nor concerned by the answer, and merely crossed his arms.

-”Yeah, no shit,” he said flatly: “That’s what an hour with Bastoff does to you, I guess. You’re lucky I set limits.”

As much as Lufroz wanted to feel offended, he had to admit Morgan was right. If the latter hadn’t set up conditions beforehand, Lufroz wasn’t sure in what state he would be after everything. He might have lost a hand, an arm, his eyes, his teeth… Or worse. Honestly, he very much wanted to avoid thinking about it.

-”Yeah,” he reluctantly agreed.

He looked down and pinched his lips.

-”How long have I been unconscious?” he then asked.

-”At least a day, give or take,” his boss answered, his tone rather neutral: “I called the doc as soon as you got here. He did what he could, so there’s that. You should be out of here in ten days.”

Lufroz winced. This was perhaps the more severe injuries he had gotten up to this point, and he wasn’t sure he would be well enough after ten days. But this wasn’t up to him, and he knew that very well. He was very aware of how Morgan hated to do paperwork, and that the latter had been particularly happy to delegate this work to his new assistant.

But Lufroz had something else in his mind at the moment.

-”Is… Is it over, then?” he asked with hesitance.

-”What is over?” the other frowned, not understanding what he was getting at.

-”I mean…” Lufroz gulped down: “A-am I out of trouble, now?”

His boss sighed, and for a moment, Lufroz was afraid of the answer. He really wouldn’t be able to endure more time in that damned chair. 

Thankfully, though, things finally seemed to be in his favor.

-”Well, Bastoff did order some new merch from me today, so I’d say yes. Pretty sure you’re gonna be a lot more careful not to spill anything after all that.”

-”Yeah…” the young man shivered. That was for sure, he would do everything not to piss Bastoff off again in the future.

-”Anyway, I’ll get you some paperwork to do tomorrow,” Morgan continued: “Can’t have you lying down without doing anything for ten days. You do get today off, so enjoy it.”

-”Oh…”

Lufroz had hoped he would get time to rest, but ultimately, he wasn’t so surprised with Morgan’s decision to bring him work the day after he woke up. He had almost expected it, to be honest. He still wished it wasn’t the case, though.

However, his reluctance must have been quite noticeable, because he quickly saw Morgan narrow his eyes.

-”Or, I could bring you work right away,” the other warned: “I mean, if you can talk, means you can work too. This isn’t a vacation.”

Lufroz hunched his shoulders, and looked away. 

-”You know I don’t like you being ungrateful,” his boss added, his voice low and threatening.

Oh, that, he knew all too well.

-”N-no, no!” Lufroz quickly replied, not wanting to anger Morgan in any way: “I, uh… Thank you.”

-”Yeah,” the other glared at him: “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

There was a moment of silence, and Lufroz hesitated on saying something, anything to break the silence- but as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Morgan letting out a long sigh, before rubbing his eyes.

Lufroz couldn’t help but wonder if he was at fault. Again.

-”Is, uh… Is everything okay?” he asked, more than hesitant: “Am I… Am I still in trouble, or…”

-”No. Personal problems,” Morgan cut him off, his voice firm: “Don’t ask.”

Well, he definitely wouldn’t, that was for sure. Still, he couldn’t help but be weirded out by the idea of Morgan having personal problems. The other seemed so carefree that it seemed strange, but as monstrous as Morgan was, he was still a human being. And human beings had a ton of personal problems, there was no reason for Morgan to be any different.

Didn’t make it any less weird, though.

-”O-okay,” Lufroz rapidly answered.

The other let out another sigh, before slapping his thighs. He stood up.

-”Well, you’re alive, that’s enough for me. I have some more work to do, so I’m gonna go.”

Lufroz watched him walk to the door, and despite his better judgement, he stopped his boss:

-”W-wait!”

-”What?” the reaction was immediate, and Lufroz could instantly tell that he had annoyed Morgan. But this was only momentary, nothing that would be used against him. It certainly wasn’t like his initial mistake…

-”I, uh… Can I have something to do? Like, a book, or… Or anything,” he asked, before remembering something: “And I don’t have pain killers anymore either…”

The other rolled his eyes with yet another sigh.

-”Do I look like a fucking nurse?” he spat back: “I’ll get Sam to do it. When I have time.”

Lufroz winced, and watched silently as Morgan left the room. Well, at least he tried. Hopefully, Sam would come soon, and help him out. He wasn’t particularly happy to have to do paperwork the next day, but at least it would keep his mind busy.

If only he could fall asleep… At least, he found comfort in the fact that he wouldn’t get back in that damned chair. Working for Morgan was awful, but it was still much better than being strapped on it, or being dead entirely.

Now, all he could hope for was for things to go back to normal…

[theunwillingassistant]

Recovering [THE CHAIR, PART TWENTY TWO]

Lufroz didn’t know how long he had been unconscious. Hours? Days? He couldn’t tell at all. But by the time he began to emerge, he began to feel pain, as if it were welcoming him back into the world of the living.

It was so strong that Lufroz tried to cling to his unconsciousness, but to no avail. The more he felt pain, the harder it was to stay asleep and, soon enough, he woke up, with no possibility of going back to the blissful sleep he was already starting to miss.

He opened his eyes slowly, clenching his teeth at the amount of pain he was in. His entire body was hurting, with some areas worse than others. For a second, he was confused as to why everything hurt so bad- until his mind began to remember everything. His face turned pale as memories washed over him, memories that were way too fresh for his own good.

God… God. No wonder he was in so much pain… The hour he had spent with Bastoff felt like it had lasted an entire day. He didn’t dare imagining the state he would be in if it had been the case. 

He could barely move. His entire body screamed every time he tried and, despite the urge to look under the covers to assess the damage, he decided to remain still. He could already feel the cast around his foot, and that was enough for him. Instead, he watched his surroundings. It really didn’t take long for him to recognize the room he was in.

It functioned as an infirmary. Well, it was more the place where they stored all kinds of medicine, really, but there were two beds, which were used anytime someone from Morgan’s team was hurt. They obviously couldn’t go to the hospital for very obvious reasons, so a room like this one was a must in this type of work.

There were a lot of different cabinets, all filled with medical supplies of all types. There was a fridge too, which Lufroz assumed was used to store special kinds of medicine. Each bed had its own nightstand, but nothing was on top. Next to Lufroz was an IV drip that was connected to his arm, probably a pain killer, but the bag was empty. This was probably the reason he woke up in the first place.

Other than that, the room had nothing else, really. There was no desk for any doctor, as they were called only when there was a need for them. No one worked here full time, and those who did were paid not only for the care, but also for their silence. The young man knew that it would be a while before he saw the doctor again. He still hoped someone would replace the bag on the IV drip, though.

He sighed. The pain made it hard for him to think. He tried to rest again, but he couldn’t. Between his suffering, and his own anxiety, there wasn’t much he could do but think. 

Was it all over? Now that he had endured Bastoff’s torture, he was going to be free again, right? That was what Morgan had said before, or at least that was something he remembered, a hope he clinged to. He honestly didn’t think he would be able to get back on that damned chair after all that… The only thing he wanted was to get better, and… Try to forget everything that had happened in the last few days. 

Although, deep down, he knew very well he wouldn’t be able to. This was just another traumatizing event, one that was added to the multiple horrible memories he had gathered while working for Morgan. It had only been a month, really, but it felt like years, honestly. It wasn’t like he had had a choice, though- it was either working for Morgan, or die from his hands. 

Anything to stay alive, he had thought back then. Was he regretting it? Somewhat. It was debatable whether this new life was worth living, especially after everything that had happened to him this past month. Between the verbal, physical, and sexual abuse… All of this was just new trauma added to the pile.

The only good thing in this new life was his sister, the one true person that made it worth not dying. Ever since they moved closer to one another, seeing her was something he looked forward to. After all… She was the only family he had left. She still had her mother, but Lufroz… Not so much. 

He groaned, and moved his uninjured arm to cover his eyes.

Everything had been his father’s fault. This damned project of his, this obstination towards an unattainable goal, his dying wish for Lufroz to continue his work, to put himself in danger for a man who had neglected him for years… And all for what?

For this entire project to be wasted- no, worse. To end up in the enemy’s hands, and for the same to happen to Lufroz.

He should have never accepted to help his father. Should have never accepted to grant him this dying wish, the one that was responsible for Lufroz’s entire situation. He wished he hadn’t accepted.

But it was too late to regret. In the end, thinking about that was just hurting him more and more. He had accepted his father’s wish, had paid the price by getting hunted all over the state by mafia organizations, only to request the help of the only person able to help him.

And now, there he was.

Lufroz sighed, shutting his eyes hard. At least, his sister was blissfully unaware of all that. If she ever found out… He really didn’t want to think about it. The less she knew, the better, and the safer for her. All he wanted Lesly to do was to enjoy life. If she was okay, then… Then he would endure everything. Or, at least, he would try to.

In any case, he hoped things would go back to “normal”, now that his mistake had been paid for. Well, he hoped it was, anyway. The only thing he could do, at this point, was to wait for Morgan, and hope for the best.

[theunwillingassistant]

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THE CHAIR

“Rules” [PART NINETEEN]

DO NOT LISTEN IF YOU ARE A MINOR. This is not for you.

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CREDITS

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Script written by Kohrel

“Morgan” is played by Puyo-Proto

“Lufroz” and "Bastoff" are played by Ambrose Kincaid (Link 1 and 2)

SFX and sound mixing by Ambrose Kincaid (Link 1 and 2)

[theunwillingassistant]

Car Trip [THE CHAIR, PART SIXTEEN]

The atmosphere in the car was dense- so dense that Lufroz wasn’t even sure he was allowed to breathe. There, he was sitting as far as he could from Morgan, almost gluing himself to the door.

He kept one of his hands above his private parts- he knew it was silly, since Morgan had seen him naked plenty of times in the past month, but he couldn’t help himself.

It made him feel slightly better- his situation was already dire in itself, he might as well look for comfort wherever he could find it.

He shivered at the very idea of what was awaiting him. Meeting Bastoff, after his mistake and, worse, becoming his plaything for an hour… And all that, with the risk of dying in the process.

Needless to say, Lufroz was terrified.

Morgan might have said that he would do his best to save him from Bastoff’s dreadful intentions, but it was clear that there was no guarantee. He wanted to believe in Morgan, as disturbing as it sounded, given all the things the latter had done to him, but… Bastoff was huge. Insanely huge.

In comparison, Morgan looked particularly frail and fragile, and he couldn’t imagine him winning against the Russian man.

What would he possibly do to convince a guy like Bastoff…?

Lufroz glanced at Morgan, as if this was going to bring him any answer. The latter was just watching the landscape through the window, still frowning. One of his hands was drumming onto his leg- he was still very much angry, that much was clear.

He felt his guts twist. He had so many questions to ask, but he knew better than to actually voice his doubts. Morgan’s temper was not a thing to play with. It had only been a month since their meeting, but that was more than enough to realize it.

So he remained there, lost in the mess that were his thoughts.

What was even Bastoff’s studio like…? 

Morgan’s business was hidden behind a few nightclubs. One of them had a secret underground area, where most operations took place, and where that cursed “playroom” was.

He supposed the same could be said about Bastoff- but he didn’t know much. What business? Where? He only knew the Russian man as a snuff movie director, but that was pretty much it.

He threw another glance at Morgan, fighting the urge to ask. 

Should he…? He knew it was best not to, but not knowing what awaited him… It scared him just as much.

It was then that he saw the other’s mismatched eyes move in his direction, and it was too late to look away.

Oh no.

[theunwillingassistant]

Heated Decision [THE CHAIR, PART FOURTEEN]

To say that the Spider was pissed off would be an understatement.

His meeting with Bastoff had already made him quite irritated, but his assistant’s reactions had been what set him off. To think that he had just come back, and that his dumb assistant had the guts to make this whole situation about himself…

That really added fuel to the fire.

Morgan was losing a lot of money- but that, in itself, he didn’t care: he was already loaded. No, the problem was that his superiors, too, were losing money. And they weren’t going to be happy about that.

Now, loyalty was an unknown concept to him. In his eyes, his current position was nothing else but the fruit of his effort and results. He didn’t feel thankful in any way, and never did anything for them out of the kindness of his heart.

But, there was one thing he was fully aware of: if they allowed him to get to the top, they were just as capable to take that power back. So he had to fix this whole mess before they even realized what had happened.

Now, the easy solution was to throw Lufroz at Bastoff. His customer would take his anger on his dumb assistant, and everything would turn out well afterwards. Well, except for Lufroz who might very well die from his injuries.

This wasn’t something Morgan wanted. Lufroz was his newest plaything, and he wasn’t done playing with him quite yet. There were so many things left to do to him… But Bastoff’s newfound obsession with him was clearly going to get in Morgan’s way.

There was of course the idea of renting Lufroz to Bastoff for an hour, with a bunch of rules… However, the movie director was unpredictable. He might very well accept losing thirty thousand dollars just to get the opportunity to murder Lufroz.

At this point, though, Morgan was too furious to care about that possibility. If his dumbass of an assistant wanted to get out of his chair so badly, then great. He might as well be useful and accept the consequences of his clumsiness.

The Spider’s rage was known to bring a lot of heated decisions- and this was one of them. He knew, deep down, that he was going to regret this one, especially with how dangerous his customer was… But his anger was blinding him.

At this very moment, Lufroz’s life being on the line wasn’t bothering him all that much.

[theunwillingassistant]

Pissed Off [THE CHAIR, PART FIVE]

Word had quickly spread around that today was not the day to bother the Spider. And, to be fair, this was exactly what Morgan needed at this very moment: no one to annoy him. 

As he walked back to his office, he noticed that his staff- or rather, his minions, were all looking away, submissively lowering their heads as he passed by. They were all fearing him, and today more than usual, due to the incident that had happened just an hour ago.

Good. He wanted to be feared.

It didn’t take long for him to reach his office. After all, most of his personal rooms were on the same floor, underground, which meant they were relatively close to one another. Everything about the place looked well furnished. The furniture cost a lot in itself, and so did the walls and the floors. Both had very detailed additions. 

After all, the Spider was rather wealthy. With his current business, it would have been surprising for him not to be. Selling people to the highest bidder guaranteed a certain income that he was happy to use to assert his dominance.

Not that he needed it in the first place, considering how much of a danger he represented for anyone on his own, but it was always nice to add to it.

Morgan was a killing machine- this was no secret for anyone. Ever since he entered the Obsidian branch of the Organization, he had proved himself to be a valuable asset. And, over the course of four years, the twenty eight year old man climbed the social hierarchy, until he became the Obsidian Boss. Of course, this was merely his name on the paper, but most people ended up calling him The Spider.

That particular name was an inside joke with himself, something he had fully embraced for years. Then again, there were just a few people in the know on the name’s origin… A part of himself that most people didn’t get to see without painfully dying afterwards.

Certain things had to remain secrets, in the end.

Morgan opened the door to his office, and stepped inside. The sound of his boots hitting the wooden floor echoed in the room. His surroundings were nothing but a proof of how wealthy he was, perhaps more than the rest of the building. Every piece of furniture had been chosen with care. His desk was particularly heavy, and made out of one of the most expensive types of wood in the world. There were a few lockers, each containing information on his clients, new or regular, as well as information on the goods he had sold over the last two and a half years.

There was a black, leather couch too, accompanied by a wooden coffee table. Behind the desk was a bookcase, full of diverse books and files needed for his field of work. 

All in all, this room was everything he needed to get his work done, soon followed by his playroom. 

He sat down at his desk, feeling his body sinking into the leather of the chair. There, on his desk, was a pile of paperwork that needed to be done before the end of the week. In the last month, these had been things he delegated to his stupid assistant… But unfortunately, the latter was… Unavailable at the moment.

Oh, well, he did need to clear his head a little bit. He might as well work a little, before finding a way to fix things up with Bastoff. Knowing him, the guy was probably too offended to even consider forgetting about this, so there was no use trying to do anything at the moment.

The young man sighed, and pinched his nose, careful not to scratch himself with his claws. The one day he had asked his dumb assistant not to fuck up… And lo and behold, he fucked up. With Bastoff, Morgan had to prepare each meeting very thoroughly: considering how the older man got offended so easily, he couldn’t leave anything to chance, or let any factor ruin the discussion.

Today, that factor had been Lufroz. Because of course it would be. That stupid fuck was so clumsy that he should have been expecting it. The whole thing had just been a disaster waiting to happen.

Well, there was no use in dwelling on this. All he could do now was to do his work, and find how to solve this shitty situation. And so, he spent the next two hours filling the tedious paperwork- the boring part of his job, unfortunately. Morgan comforted himself in the thought that he would have to welcome new merchandise today, which was always a task he looked forward to.

Meeting the eyes of frightened humans, telling them all about their situation… Oh, yes, this was very fun indeed.

Of course, there was much more to it, such as getting their weight, their height, learning of their allergies, their need for medicine, or any possible health issue… Really, nothing too difficult. 

The only downside was that his playroom was currently occupied, so he would have to do this in a less… Scary room. Such a shame.

It was then that the young man’s attention was suddenly caught by a knock on the door. He quickly looked up, his mismatched eyes staring at the wooden door.

Ah. He had been expecting it.

-”Come in,” he called out, as he finished writing his last line on his current paper.

The door soon opened, following his authorization. There, a familiar man stood in the threshold. Blond hair, blue eyes, slightly muscular guy, wearing a classy but still practical outfit, a bit over thirty five years old…

Sam, his right hand man.

Well, time to put the paperwork aside for a conversation that was surely going to annoy him. After all… He had a pretty good idea on why Sam was here. The guy was so easy to read, it was almost sad to see.

-”Sir,” the other greeted him.

Oh, he could feel his irritation growing at the thought of what was to come…

[theunwillingassistant]

Walking [THE CHAIR, PART EIGHTEEN]

It was clear that the Spider was more than irritated at the current moment. The way he walked, the way he breathed through his teeth, how he clenched his fists… A lot of signs were there to indicate that he was not to be fucked with today.

It seemed Lufroz had gotten the message, since he was doing his best not to slow him down, despite how terrified he obviously was. Morgan could tell- how could he not? He was a specialist when it came to scaring others. 

He could even smell his assistant’s fear. Evidently, it wasn’t something humans could do easily, but he was different, in so many ways. And, in cases like this, his heightened senses made it easier to perceive things normal people couldn’t.

Morgan’s chauffeur had stayed in the car, so they were all alone in the large parking lot. A few cars could be seen here and there- the employees’, no doubt.

He had to admit that walking here, with his naked assistant at his side, wasn’t the best choice when it came to being discreet. Then again, he had been too pissed off to take the time to give Lufroz new clothes. On the other hand, considering how Bastoff’s motel business was mostly a façade, there weren’t too many risks of stumbling onto many clients, especially in the middle of the day.

The Spider’s mismatched eyes noticed a lot of cameras as they kept walking, moving towards the stairs and the elevator. Some had even moved as they passed by- now, it was clear that whoever was behind them had seen them. Employees here knew his face- with such a peculiar appearance, it would be weird not to remember it. But with Lufroz next to him, not wearing any clothes whatsoever, this was sure to catch their attention.

He remained quiet about it. Lufroz was already deadly pale, and was struggling to keep his calm. He didn’t need the other to faint, especially not now.

As they arrived next to the elevator, he gestured to Lufroz to stand in an isolated corner, just in case. If he opened the door, and there was an unsuspecting person there… Better be safe than sorry.

But there was no one there. Just an empty elevator, with an obvious camera inside. Nothing that he wasn’t used to anyway. After all, it wasn’t the first time he came to Bastoff’s studio, far from it.

-”You can come out,” he told Lufroz, who reluctantly left his hiding place. Every step was bringing them closer to Bastoff, and the other seemed more and more panicked as they progressed.

They both entered the elevator, and Morgan pushed the button to close the door. He then looked up at the camera, making sure the person on the other side would recognize him and know what to do.

He grabbed his assistant’s face, forcing him to do the same, just in case. The other whined in surprise, but didn’t fight it- well, it wasn’t like Lufroz could do anything against him, but still.

This seemed to be enough, and without the push of any button, the elevator started moving.

-”W-wait, wh- what floor are we going to?” his assistant asked after Morgan let go of his chin.

-”What do you think?” the Spider rolled his eyes: “The top floor, obviously. Where else do you think a CEO could be?”

-”B-but…!” the brown haired man whined: “I’m… I’m naked, I-”

Morgan let out a loud sigh, letting his head fall back.

-”If the guy behind the camera is letting us go up, then it means there’s no outsiders or customers there,” he explained: “Besides, really, you don’t think people up there are used to seeing naked people?”

He groaned.

-”Killing people is their job- and even if they don’t do it directly, they’re still participating in some way. I’m pretty sure seeing you naked is the least of their worries.”

Lufroz hunched his shoulders, letting out yet another pathetic sound that was so characteristic of him. The Spider could tell that the other wasn’t convinced, nor reassured, but he honestly didn’t care.

If they were there, it was obviously the younger man’s fault.

And just thinking of Bastoff’s reaction when seeing them both… The white haired man narrowed his eyes. He had barely come home from their meeting, and now there he was again, after just a few hours.

There was no doubt that the other was going to mock him for it. But it was too late to walk back now.

It was time to end this bothersome conflict.

[theunwillingassistant]

Weighing Up The Pros And Cons [THE CHAIR, PART TWELVE]

It didn’t take very long for Morgan to get back to his car. Inside, his chauffeur had been waiting for him obediently, not leaving his position unless told otherwise. As the Spider opened the door to get inside, the man quickly put away the book he had been reading. It was obvious the other was on edge, not really knowing if Morgan’s meeting had gone well.

The white haired man wasn’t too sure himself, if he had to be honest.

He put his seatbelt on, and gave a knowing look to his chauffeur through the rearview mirror.

-”Where to, Sir?” the man asked politely.

-”HQ,” the Spider replied, soon moving his eyes to the window. There, he stared into space as the vehicle began moving, accompanied by the familiar sound of its motor.

To think that just four years ago, he would have been unable to handle even the shortest trip in a car… A lot of things had changed since That Day. Freedom had never tasted this good.

He sighed, and shook his head slightly- he had other things to think about. Remembering his years long sequestration was not going to help him in any way and, to be fair, it wasn’t like he really wanted to think about that in particular. Certain memories were best left in the past.

The present was all that mattered- and at this moment, keeping Bastoff as a customer was his priority. He let out a sigh at the thought.

It was clear that the other would buy from him again- Morgan was certain of it. Best case scenario, Bastoff would order a bunch of people soon. Worst case scenario… Well, he would try to get merchandise from the Spider’s competitors, and eventually come back when seeing the gap in quality.

In any case, it was a win-win situation. Now, though, there was another problem.

Lufroz. And specifically, Bastoff’s newfound obsession for him. Morgan knew his customer well enough to know that the thirty thousand dollars deposit wasn’t going to deter him in the slightest. He would act otherwise, but Morgan knew better. Bastoff was loaded, just like he was.

Now, he had to admit, thinking of his dumb assistant being torn to shred was amusing… But Morgan had seen enough of Bastoff’s movies to know that the latter would quite literally paint the walls with the young adult’s guts. And if there was one thing the Spider liked, with his toys, it was to keep them intact until he grew bored of them.

Well, somewhat intact. 

Bastoff, though? That guy never made anything last and, should Morgan serve him Lufroz on a silver platter… Well, there wouldn’t be much of Lufroz left afterwards.

Now, he wouldn’t mind if he had seen and done everything with his assistant, but it was not the case. Lufroz was far from being broken yet.

Morgan needed to figure out what to do. If there was one thing he knew very well about Bastoff, it was how stubborn and petty the latter was, especially when he wanted someone dead. 

The easy solution would be to stay in the room, and make sure Bastoff kept his engagement, but in the end, Morgan was at a disadvantage. He was the one who needed Bastoff’s money, after all. And the other knew that very well.

Of course, Morgan could physically stop his customer whenever he wanted, despite their size difference, but that would seriously damage their work relationship. And, of course, there were certain things about himself that he didn’t want the other to know, for a lot of good reasons. 

The Spider let out another sigh.

There had to be a way to keep Lufroz in one piece, and keep Bastoff as a satisfied customer.

He just had to find it.

[theunwillingassistant]

Preparations [THE CHAIR, PART SEVEN]

It was with clenched teeth that Sam left the Spider’s office.

Well, that didn’t go very well, did it.

He wasn’t all too surprised, though. With everything that had happened, it was only logical for Morgan to be in a foul mood. The young man wasn’t really open to discussions to begin with, but after Bastoff’s outburst, the chances of convincing him had been very, very thin.

And convincing him, he did not. Sam had been expecting it, but he still wanted to try, at least for Lufroz’s sake. The poor twenty three year old didn’t deserve to be strapped in Morgan’s chair, especially for a mistake he had no control on. Or, well, he did, as their Boss had said before, but it wasn’t like Lufroz had done it on purpose.

One would need to be a fool to annoy Morgan on purpose.

The right hand man unclenched his teeth, and sighed. Well, it was too late to go back, now, and he had a new task to complete: preparing Morgan’s temporary room for the merchandise’s pricing. It was pretty straightforward, so he lost no time in doing it.

Finding the room itself was relatively easy. The Obsidian branch had a few spare rooms that were available for this kind of occasions, or impromptu meetings. Then came the furnishing. Here again, easy as well: the whole thing only necessitated a desk, two chairs, and a few torture tools to get the “merchandise” to answer the questions. Those were mostly for show, as they prided themselves in delivering an “unharmed product”, but exceptions happened from time to time. Most of the time, though, this got people to talk without much issue. Once Morgan got all the answers to his questions, he would calculate a price, and the merchandise would be sold the next day. Many people considered this a tedious task, but not the Spider.

The latter was very fond of this process, and refused to delegate it, no matter how much this didn’t fit his current responsibilities. Sam, of course, never questioned it.

It was a bad idea to question his Boss… And he got a reminder of that today. At least, he had been lucky to only receive a slap. Things could have gotten way messier, and while Sam was more muscular, and taller than Morgan, he knew perfectly well that he was no match against the other.

The Spider was… Different from most people. A lot more different, even. Being Morgan’s right hand man meant that he had been allowed to see certain things, things that taught him how much of a monster his Boss truly was. The latter was rather skinny, slightly muscular, not very threatening at a first glance, but under that appearance… There was something much, much more sinister hiding beneath.

Sam would never be able to win against Morgan. Even if he had a weapon, and the other did not, he would still die trying. Not even Bastoff would succeed in fighting Morgan, no matter how muscular the former was. The latter was strong, much stronger than he looked at first glance. But if it were just that…

The older man knew enough about his Boss to know that, should he want to, the other could make anyone disappear from the Earth, without even needing the help of anyone. He could kill someone so very easily that even a room of armed people would face a dangerous challenge against him.

His Boss… Wasn’t fully human. And that terrified Sam to his core.

Ever since Morgan became in charge of the Obsidian branch, business flourished. While the other had no experience, he was a natural and frightening leader, who got a lot of things done. His stubbornness and pride were often a problem, but the results remained nonetheless. His superiors were happy with his work, giving him more freedom to handle the business the way he saw fit. And it worked.

The local human trafficking had never been so successful, and Sam could testify. He had been there for around ten years, which meant he had seen a few people running the Obsidian branch before Morgan came into the picture. 

Was the Spider efficient? Incredibly so. Was he a nice Boss? Definitely not, and Lufroz’s predicament was a good proof of that. Mistakes were not tolerated, especially ones as big as the recent incident. Fear was the fuel to Morgan’s organization, forcing people to do their best, unless they wanted to have a chat with him in his sadly famous playroom.

The Boss’s sadism and cruelty had become widely known in the Obsidian branch, of course, but also in some of the other, related branches. People had quickly come to understand that Morgan was not someone to fuck with. The other, of course, relished that to its fullest. This reputation delighted him, and he took pleasure in fuelling it any time he got the chance.

Sam, on the other hand, did his best to follow the orders as best as he could. Like a lot of people, he had had a turn on The Chair, and the first time had been more than enough for him.

The thirty six year old man sighed. He preferred not to think about it too hard. The memories of his time in Morgan’s playroom were painful enough on their own. Pushing that out of his mind, he decided to focus on finishing to prepare Morgan’s temporary room.

Once he was done, his thoughts had become a bit lighter, allowing him to relax slightly. Two hours had passed, which left him some time to pay Lufroz a visit, and help him a little. The young man might be hungry or thirsty… And he probably had to go to the bathroom, maybe needed a shower too. Normally, those on the chair were bound to piss themselves, as it was part of Morgan’s psychological torture, but… Things didn’t need to go this far for Lufroz, whose mistake was entirely genuine.

It had only been a month since Lufroz had been forced to work for Morgan, of all people, but Sam had grown slightly attached to him. Unlike most of the staff, the twenty three year old man was not here by choice. He was here out of pure survival. If things had been different, the other probably would have had a chance to go to university, to meet a lot of friends, to spend more time with his sister… 

Unfortunately, fate had decided otherwise. And if Sam could help the guy a little… Then he would do what he could for him.