ROLEPLAY HQ - stars-prisoner

TW: Death, genocide, imprisonment, body horror, a brief mention of self destructive behavior, gore, and other dark themes. (edited)

Stolas couldn’t move. The chains that cuffed around his wrist kept him from shifting. He should’ve just listened to his parents, they had begged him not to do this, afraid he would be killed. Yet the prince didn’t kill him, not yet it seems. When Stolas was losing the fight, he tried to go with the fail safe plan. It was either he died by his own hands and keep the information of his planet silent. Or, endure what the prince had planned for him. Stolas’s chains rattled, he didn’t know how stupid he could be to get caught. He didn’t notice the prince up. And he couldn’t even get his pistol to fire in time before he was pinned. Stolas cursed himself while tugging on the chains. He knew it was a waste of energy but. His mind was in a panic. Especially as he heard footsteps.

Luthais, in contrast to the imprisoned creature, was perfectly content with where he was. Of course, it was easier to be content when you weren’t locked in a cell. All of this was routine for him, anyway. As routine as work, or training. It was what Valurians did. They invaded planets, killed off their people, then maybe kept one or two lucky aliens imprisoned. In all honesty, it was so easy that it was beginning to bore the Valurian. How many thriving planets could one species rid of before it got tiresome? As Luthais entered the corridor to the cell, he heard the rattling of chains long before he saw it. It was quite predictable. Every creature they’ve imprisoned initially attempted to escape, an action that was consistently fruitless. It was improbable for anyone to escape, but even if they could, they would simply end up in a locked corridor with guards posted at the door on a foreign planet. It was a foolish action, but one that was still attempted by essentially everyone. Luthais continued to traverse down the corridor, the heel of his boots making a soft noise. After a few more moments, he was finally able to lay eyes on the prisoner. Well, for the second time. If he were the type to have a sense of humor, he would laugh at the sight. It was always so enthralling to see spirited creatures stuck behind a glass wall. “If you are attempting to escape, it is hopeless,” Luthais began, the English language foreignly slipping off his tongue. It was his first time speaking it to another person, after all. “You are able to speak this language, correct?” Although the Valurian asked a question, he didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he continued to talk.

02:33

“No matter. I must insist you cease your thrashing. I was. . being kind when I allowed you such leeway with your restraints,” Luthais continued, a pointed look being cast at the creature’s wrists. Sure, he couldn’t move, but there have been aliens much more restrained than whoever he had locked up. “If you continue that I will have no qualms with confining you in a smaller space.”

Stolas froze, hearing the Valurian speak English had startled him. For a moment, he thought about struggling more, to show he wouldn’t be obedient, but with the threat of a smaller space, he stopped. Stolas’s purple eyes narrowed at the prince, he was silent. Stubborn. His tail tapping against the metal floor. His eyes never left Luthais, he had no weapons, taken from him the first chance he got. Maybe he could use his tail? But that would have required the Valurian to get close, and even if he did kill him, that wouldn’t stop this war. Stolas broke contact first. Looking at the ground where he sat cross legged, his bluish-green hair falling to his eyes. His red earring brushing against his neck. Think Stolas. A soft growl tumbled within his throat. Frustration for the situation, frustration for himself. “What will you do with me.” Stolas finally spoke. His voice was smooth, not too deep, but not high. The edges had anger in it. He had spoken English, as it is what Luthais opened with. Though. He said some.. Choice words in his native language, under his breath.

02:48

@sips

Luthais stared back at the prisoner, unblinking. Even when the other looked away, his gaze did not falter. The tail tapping was incredibly irritating, yes, but he could just ignore it. This would be a quick affair. There would be a day at most of questioning, then he could rid of whoever he had in the cell. Typically their prisoners broke quickly, so he was nothing close to worried. It was easy to get information out of creatures when their lives were in your hand. “I will do nothing to you,” Luthais spoke, his voice as flat as his expression. “I consider myself to be. . more merciful than other Valurians. You are lucky to be in my custody.” Of course, he didn't think that the prisoner felt lucky, but he was, was he not? Everyone prioritized their own life. Luthais was keeping the alien alive, at least for now. If any other Valurian captured him, he would be dead. As he spoke, he took his time, taking unnecessary pauses between his sentences. He knew that the other had no choice but to listen, and he couldn’t have been stupid enough to interrupt. Though, maybe he was, as only an idiot would attempt what the prisoner did. It was debatable. “All I need from you is information. I am certain that you have it. We are simply trying to end this massacre as quickly as possible, make it easier on your people. If you give me sound information, once it is over, I will let you go. Even save your family, if that is what you wish. If you do not comply, I will simply hand you over to some other Valurian. Someone less merciful. Do you understand?”

18:12

@Darth Micha

Stolas remained silent. They just needed information? Really? Sure he did have it, but he couldn’t give it away. He couldn’t betray his people. Stolas couldn’t help but laugh. It was bitter, but he soon fell silent. “I don’t have information to give. Your highness.” Stolas sneered out that last word. Looking up now, glaring at Luthais. He felt bold, having been trained to not give any information about the army or civilians. And he planned to stay that way. “Even if I did. Why would I ever give it to you? Do you think I trust that you would save my family. Or even myself?” @sips

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