Chapter 5

I opened the backpack and showed him the set of clothes I had brought. He looked at them attentively, but I couldn’t dress him with the handcuffs on. I took out the keys I had taken from the laboratory, showed them to him, and said:

“I can open these, but you have to promise me you won’t run away or do anything stupid.”

He didn’t understand. I got closer, right in front of him, looked him straight in the eyes and said slowly:

“No. Run.”

I pointed at the door and added:

“There are many out there. They will kill you.”

He repeated in my language:

“No… run.”

It sounded like confirmation. I had to trust him, or the poor guy would die of hypothermia without clothes on this cold night. I picked up the keyring and, after two attempts, found the right one for the handcuffs. I unlocked them.

He rubbed his wrists, and I could tell he had been wearing them for a long time.

I handed him the jacket and he immediately put it on. As I was about to give him the pants, I noticed a strange key on the keyring. It was the same one I had seen them using in the videos to lock that device.

I showed it to him. He shook his head frantically and pressed himself harder against the wall. I tried to calm him, even though I knew he couldn’t understand me:

“I can remove it. Look.”

He shook his head again, almost starting to cry in desperation. I felt pity for him. Then he stared at me and said something in his language, his face twisting in pain. I moved closer. He allowed me to look.

His cock was purplish and red at the same time. It looked unbearable.

I told him to stay calm, showed him the key, and approached slowly. It felt bizarre having to do this, but I didn’t think he could do it himself. I just wanted to help.

I held the padlock. He flinched. I looked at him, asked him to relax, and slowly inserted the different key. His eyes were wide and haunted. I opened the lock carefully, but there was still something inserted at the tip. When I started to pull, I realized it was inside his urethra. He grabbed the front of my uniform and groaned as I slowly withdrew the long metal piece.

I almost hesitated when I saw the full length of it coming out of him. I tossed it into a corner and then removed the chastity cage itself, throwing it aside as well.

His cock was marked with deep red imprints from the device. Now free, it slowly began to harden. The prisoner looked ashamed. I said softly:

“It’s okay.”

The guy was pumped full of sexual stimulants and probably hadn’t cum in a very long time. I didn’t even know what to think. I simply let him put on the pants.

When he finished dressing, I opened the cans of olives and tuna for us. I told him we might be here for a while, even though I doubted he understood. Still, he ate a little.

He said something I couldn’t understand. Then he lowered his head, pressed his hands together, and spoke in my language:

“Thank you.”

I nodded. He shouldn’t be thanking me. I was taking him back to base for interrogation.

He touched his chest and said:

“Liak.”

I replied:

“Hunter.”

Now I kept thinking about what my superiors had planned for him. Either way, it wasn’t my problem. Nothing they could do to him would be worse than what he had already endured. He would handle it.

When we finished eating, I picked up the handcuffs and said:

“I need to restrain you.”

He quickly answered:

“No… run.”

But I couldn’t trust that. I saw the raw marks on his wrists. He didn’t even try to resist when I grabbed his arms. His eyes looked sad as he lowered his head in submission. He was clearly used to this. I released his wrists and instead chained one of his ankles to a nearby pillar.