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Prologue
Rumpelstiltskin had been held captive by the vile Blackbeard for nearly 5 years now, he had total control over the dark one and wasn’t afraid to show it, and he never let his dagger leave his possession, even the crew were forbidden to touch it unless authorised, and now as result the dark one who was once the most powerful magic user in existence, was on his hands and knees wearing nothing but a loincloth scrubbing the deck clean. His back covered in whip marks and bruises from obvious multiple attempts at punishment for some rule or other that rumple had broken either knowingly or unknowingly, Blackbeard often didn’t care, and sometimes he would give Rumple a punishment purely because he was drunk or bored.
On each wrist was an iron shackles, not currently tied to anything to allow him to work, on his waist another, and around his neck, a tighter now slightly rusted metal collar with a loop at the back and a loop at the front, clearly designed to be used to attach a lead to it it, or to chain him and fix him in place when desired to do so.
Downstairs was a small cage with some blankets and straw in the floor, barley enough room to stand up in, and not enough room to lie flat, heavy chains lay hanging down the sides, some old dried blood stuck to it, others just hanging there. In the corner a bucket to deposit human waste into once rumple was locked away.
Next door to the room where the cage sat, was another room, inside was a type of bed that had, had multiple adjustments made to it was free standing, with suppots in place, a face hole had been carved into it, and further down another hole smaller this time, about waist height, not big enough for a head, not big enough for an arm or a leg, but the perfect size for something else.
There were heavy straps attached to the bed, some at waist height, some for the head, some for the wrists and ankles and clearly designed to hold someone firmly in place no matter how much the person didn’t want it.
On the wall hung various tools, whips, masks, Creams, even old medical equipment hung on the walls, from clamps to saws, to drills....it was a room designed to be one man’s haven and another’s Hell. It was clear to anyone who saw these rooms, who even laid eyes on The dark one that he was being abused in more ways than one, and yet....no one noticed, and perhaps no one even cared because they had all been free from the dark one and his evil doing, his curses, his deals, his tricks for 5 sweet years....but those years had been anything but sweet for him, it had In fact been years of you torture, of abuse, of neglect, imprisonment, assault, of having autonomy completely removed, of being a slave not just to the dagger, but to Blackbeard and his crew of being humiliated and punished, broken and beaten.
Fair play to Rumple he did last a good year and a half before Blackbeard finally broke him, and he stopped fighting, stopped trying to take his dagger back and just fully.... submitted.