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Who: Sen, Sam
When: Daytime
Where: On the way to the infirmary
What: Sen gives Sam a helping hand
Rating: R-ish for adult themes?



Sam could not move, his clothes were ripped, and he knew his was bleeding. He had no idea what had happened. He had just replied sharply to the Romanian man, and he had attacked him, pushed him against the wall, and raped him. He was shaking, trying to breathe normally, but his ribs hurt so badly.

Sen had been minding his own business. But the smell of blood and sex lingered in the air. It was a smell he'd never get used to. He frowned and glanced around, eyes widening when he caught sight of the broken body. He came over, kneeling down. "Sam?!" He was tempted to leave him, so tempted! But even though Sam had Sword, he still couldn't leave him like this.

Sam neck was bruised, so was his face. He was clutching on to his ribs protectively and he was pretty sure the other arm was broken. A small pool of blood had collected under him, showing he had been indeed raped.

"Shit... Who did this?! Where the fuck were Sword's guys?!" He pulled his tshirt off, attempting to clean Sam up a little.

Sam pulled away, scared obviously. "Dunno. The-the Romanian guy just... suddenly attacked me."

"We need to get you to the infirmary."

Sam whined. "D-don’t want to move."

"I know. But you have to. They'll fix you up, give you something for the pain."

He winced still. Man he was messed up. This was clearly the handiwork of Isaack.

"Sword'll take care of this guy for you. But right now, you need medical attention. I'll go with you if you like, help you."

He nodded slowly. The redhead, who usually was so arrogant, was no beaten into a bloody pulp. And knowing Isaack’s habits he hadn’t even given a reason to get it.

Sen slipped Sam's undamaged arm around his neck, wrapping his own arm around him to steady him.

Sam gave a gasp of pain, blood seeping down his legs. He gritted his teeth and grunted.

Sen knew how much it hurt to be beaten and raped, it'd happened to him often, but he still never got used to it. He helped Sam walk a few steps - the cleaners could take care of the mess. "Just a little further."

Sam breathed through clenched teeth, sweating and hissing. Each step burned like hell. In the end of the corridor the pale Romanian was watching them with a smirk.

Sen kept his arm around Sam, helping him walk. "You're doing great." He caught sight of Isaack, and glared at him.

Isaack grinned, baring teeth, his icy eyes looking over the beaten Sam with a content smirk. His bloodthirst had been sated.

Sen's hold on Sam tighten a little, almost protectively.

Sam whimpered of the hold that tightened. Isaack smirked even wider.

Sen gritted his teeth, keeping his glare fixed on Issack, as he walked with Sam.

Isaack did not move from his place. he waved with a grin. "Tudelu" he smirked as they passed. Sam tensed until they where clear off him.

"Don't worry. He'll get what's coming to him. Sword doesn't like people breaking his things."

"I don’t think that guy is scared of pain. I-I stabbed him with my shiv, he did not even flinch." he croaked out.

Sen continued to help Sam towards the infirmary. "Sword'll sort it. He has other methods."

"If ya say so." He leant heavier on Sen, his chest hurting with the broken ribs.

"He's shutcall for a reason. He's deadly." He kicked the door to the infirmary open with his foot, helping Sam inside.

A nurse took over the wounded Sam from there, shooing Sen out the door to talk to him later.

Sen growled a little at nurse, before stepping outside, leaning against the wall to wait.

A guard eyed the Japanese man. "So, what happened to redhead?" He asked.

"Same thing that happens to most the small guys around here. Beaten and raped."

He shrugged, loosing interest. "You're all disgusting faggots."

"So disgusting that all you jackasses get off on watching us fuck."

He snorted. "I don’t. It’s sickening!"

"You're all the same. No better than half the inmates down here."

He scowled "Careful kid, or I’ll show you who is boss here."

Sen snorted. "Well it's not you, that's for sure."

He growled, pulling out his bat. "Wanna bet on that kid?"

"Gonna beat little unarmed me? That's really big of you! I bet all your friends would be jealous."

He snorted. "I wont drop a tear beating your faggot ass, yellow cab."

"I bet you're getting hard just thinking about it!"

He growled, lifting the bat, and striking after Sen

Sen moved, but not quite quick enough, he still took the hit, but not the full force. "Why don't you do your job and sort out the bullies? Unless you want Sword to... remind you of your position?"

He grinned., "Oh I’m not scared of the shut call. you are no longer his bitch, I’ve heard, so your free to beat."

"That's correct. I'm not his bitch. But the broken bloodied guy I just brought here? He is."

He scowled. "So? I did not beat him, not my problem:"

"No, but you would be wise to go deal with the guy who did beat him."

He glared. "The shut call can fix his own problems"

Sen settled back against the wall, picking at his nails. "Shame. Looks like I'm going to have to tell the Warden that one of his guards isn't doing his job."

He snorted. "Warden would not believe an inmate over the guard,"

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, I can be pretty persuasive."

He snorted. "I don’t believe you, get out of here before beat you!"

Sen shrugged. "No can do. I'm waiting for someone."

"I don’t think so. The kid you brought in there look like he'll be staying a few days."