Jackal’s Pets (Markus’ Island)

Jackal’s Pets (Markus’ Island)
(Combined threads from previous site)
(OOC: Follow-up on Hogsmeade, Shrieking Shack, Capture Through Betrayal)

DAMIR

Damir stretched as they landed on Markus' private island. He threw Marco into the arms of two of the soldiers nearby. Looking down at Alex, he just said. "Get inside and follow." He didn't wait for Alex to move. The boy would either follow directions or Damir would show him why he should follow directions. Walking toward the wing of the castle where he could work, he waved the two soldiers to follow. "You don't have to be gentle with that one. He is about to be trained, again."

Damir looked back and was pleased the two soldiers were half dragging Marco behind him. Every time Marco would get footing, one of the men would trip him up and then roughly pick him up and start dragging him again.

Damir was planning on enjoying himself. He had a whole wing of the castle to do whatever he wanted. The soldiers he would be able to call on were the bottom of the barrel pups, hoping to make a name for themselves and be accepted into the clan. They were harder in some ways to handle but in others they were the best for the jobs on the island. They all knew they could be put to death, with just a wave of Damir's hand, or they could live a good life with a lot of extra's. All they had to do was follow orders and do everything exactly as he specified, and do it quickly. Hesitation meant punishment to these men.

By the time Damir made it into the building, into the main room of his section, Marco was dragging. Alex was behind the men. The boy was in a daze. Damir would have to give him something soon to occupy his mind. Damir sat down in one of the high back chairs at the large wooden oak table and pointed to the floor. "Drop him here."

Marco was thrown to the floor at his feet. Alex stood off to the side, head down, waiting for who knew what. Damir smiled as a flagon of wine was placed at his elbow by one of the pups who was serving that day. This was going to be nice. He couldn't decide what he wanted to do first.

MARCO

Marco had a bad feeling he had been here before. His body started instantly fighting the goons dragging him. This was the place of his nightmares. "What do you plan for me this time? Because whatever it is Forget It! Last time I woke up here Traitor! This time..." Marco screamed, as he showed these goons who they really had. He was almost in striking range of the Traitor.

Just as he reached the man, somebody hit him from behind. As Marco tried to get his balance back and the ringing out of his ears, Marco heard, "Try that again and with my Lord's punish, I will bring a certain young lady here. Now move as your old home awaits. I could always get your old leash and drag you..."

Marco had remembered that voice and his body started shaking as his mind relived that first night five years ago. He had awoke to a cloaked figure putting something around his neck. The man had said that it was time for his new life to start. Marco had tried to fight the man only for the man to drag him almost a hundred feet to a pole. Marco remembered the pain that he had endured as the man took the metal cord that had been used to drag him, his wrists were bound together and then the metal rope was pulled through a circle ring where his feet were bound. Another metal rope in circled his neck. At the end was a hook that yanked his head down as the cloaked figure hooked the hook to the metal ring. Marco could still hear that evil laugh as the cloaked man walked away saying that he hoped Marco could get sleep.

DAMIR



Damir smiled when Tamir walked up behind Marco. He had worked in the P.A.C.T with the "good guy" right alongside Damir. Marco would only know him as the Cloaked Man. Tamir was the "go-to" guy when a retrieval needed to be made or when someone had to be quietly removed from life.

Damir kicked out his foot, catching Marco squarely on the shoulder with the boots steel toe. "I have been allowed to bring you here so you can be retrained, Pup. This time the training will hold. At the moment what I need to decide is how to start. Somehow I think you are not going to willingly do what I ask you to do." Damir sat back in his chair and crossed one knee over the other. He rubbed his chin. "You need someone else to try and protect. I wonder who that could be?"

Damir looked at Alex who hadn't moved. The boy's body had a slight quake to it. Good the pup was still scared. That could be used. "Alex come closer." When the boy dropped to his knees next to Marco, Damir reached forward and patted him on the head as if he was a small puppy who needed the attention. "Very well done, pup. Look at me."

Alex slowly raised his head not quite making eye contact with Damir. "Marco needs to be retrained. Unfortunately I can't be with him every second of the day. So..." Damir glanced at Marco who had raised his head slightly and looked out of the corner of his eyes at Alex. "You are going to have some training of your own. You are going to be put in charge of watching over Marco. If Marco tries to escape, both of you will be equally punished. If Marco refuses to do what I tell him to do, both of you will be equally punished. What punishment he receives, you will receive. How do you like that?"

Damir chuckled when all of the blood drained out of Alex's face. The boy definitely understood.

"So Marco, now I have a companion for you while you are visiting our little island. Any questions before we get started?"

MARCO

Marco was still having trouble focusing on the present. He said, "I will tell you nothing Traitor! Leave the boy out of this!" He hoped that Alex knew him well enough as his next words could be taken wrong. He stood as he said, "Anyways, if you think I will tell this spy watchdog anything..." He was yanked from behind as he heard that evil laugh again.

As the cloaked man held him forcibly, Marco heard as the pain hit his mind, "It looks like our pet wants to be stubborn. Maybe I should have fun retrieving his baby brother or even that cute little sister? Come on Jackal let me play..."

Marco was battling to not scream as the visions this cloaked man was forcing into his head. The painful voice in his head whispered, "Oh pet, you will be good by the time we are done, Cause if not, Jackal might let me play with Troy's little adopted sister...Or I could just force your baby brother Frankie..." Marco lost the battle as screams rammed themselves out of this throat. He still could not see who was threatening his family.
DAMIR



Damir shook his head as he stared at Marco being held by his twin brother. They weren't identical in appearance, but in outlook on life, they both had learned early if you wanted power you had to be willing to take it in any shape or form. Tamir still looked to Damir for support but the man could handle himself.


"Marco, Marco, Marco." Damir stood and walked to stand beside the still kneeling Alex. He placed his hand on the boys head, interlacing his fingers with his hair and pulling enough Alex would be feeling some pain. "I have just told you my little pup here is now your friend and jailer. I believe I also mentioned whatever punishment you receive, he will also receive. You have just stood without permission and you dare talk me without my proper title of Master." Damir tilted Alex's face toward Marco. He wanted Marco to understand he was now going to follow through. "I think ten lashes each, might make you think the next time."

Damir looked at the two guards. "Tie the boy to the center pole and place Marco on the pole to the right. Both should be facing in. Remove their shirts." Damir walked over to the wall and opened the cabinet. Reaching in he removed a four-foot dragon tongue single tail. It had been a while since he had used one on anyone, but he had kept up his practice.



As he walked over to where the men now dangled, barely standing on their toes, he answered his brother. "You will get the chance to play, I promise. For now we will keep it to just these two." Damir knew Marco had allowed him to being him to the island almost too easily. The man had his own game, he was playing. Until Damir found out what that game was, he would stick with the re-training. He wouldn't mind having Kat, the youngest of the quints, on the island. She could prove interesting, but he didn't want to bite off more than necessary at the moment. Bringing the girl here would guarantee, all the quints, Fixer with his mercenaries and even the Caretaker group would be involved. He knew his step-father would not want that at the moment.

Damir took a position where he would be able to whip both men without having to move much. He cracked the whip and let on strike land on each of his targets. Marco only grunted, but Alex let out a satisfying scream. As he let the next volley fly he said, "Alex you are only getting this punishment because of the man beside you." The end of the whip struck a third time. "Marco see what you are causing the poor boy to endure." Two more strikes. Marco's groans had turned into small screams of pain. Alex was crying and screaming even in-between the strikes.

Damir chuckled and delivered the final five strikes to both. He walked up to Marco and asked, "Are you going to be more respectable, Pet? Do I need to demonstrate again on what I want from you? I can keep this up all day. Remember you are on my home ground at the moment. I can make it easy or I can make it a nightmare. Alex, over there..." Damir threw his thumb in the whimpering boys direction, "I don't think will be able to take much more, but I can keep him awake and let him feel everything."

MARCO

Marco rested his forehead on the pole. Once again the traitor was using children to make his point to Marco. "Leave the Kid alone! You made your point!" Marco said through clinched teeth. He was remembering when the cloaked man had used Marco's own wand to kill a child. He know he should show these guys what messing with kids got them. The Trickster just was having trouble staying in the present when his mind kept forcing him to relive the past. He needed to see if he could get Alex sent home.

He glared at the traitor as he tried to remember the mission. His back felt like it was on fire. Trickster had been asked to do what? His mind was a mess and now he was unable to remember just what the captain and him had come up with. Or was it Commander? Marco was furious with himself. He needed to get a grip on the here and now.

He watched Alex out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head the best he could, "Send the Boy home as he is not doing you any good! I will never call you anything other than Traitor!" Marco cringed as he saw Damir, ready the whip to strike again.

DAMIR

"I don't think so..." The whip cracked sending a line of fire along Marco's back. A second crack and Alex screamed. "I think you are going to call me Master." Again the whip crack twice, hitting both Marco's and Alex's back. "I think I will keep this up until you do call me Master." Again the whip cracked twice. "So if you want me to stop..." Two whip cracks. "... then all you have to do is call me Master." Two whip cracks. "How many more to you want the boy to suffer?" Two more whip cracks. "What is my name Marco?" Two more whip cracks. "Look the boy has passed out, but that is not going to make me stop." Two more whip cracks. "If the pup survives he will feel it when I revive him." Two more whip cracks. "Tell me Marco what are you going to call me?" Two more whip cracks. Alex had fainted. Marco was not going to be told that Alex's wounds would be treated later when he was taken down or that the strikes on Alex were not as severe as on Marco. All Marco had to know was the boy was going to receive the same punishment he called upon himself with his disobedience.

Damir was impressed the Trickster was still conscious.

MARCO

Marco inwardly was shaking. He had lost count of the strikes to his back. His mind kept flipping him in time. "How much longer before I have another child's face invading my nightmares?" , the Trickster asked his mind. He shook his head praying the link with his siblings was still not working.

Marco looked over as much as his head could at the boy. This one he could save. The History of Magics Professor knew all it took was allowing this traitor to believe that Marco had broken. "Isn't that why he had allow himself to be brought back to this place? To get intel from the inside?", Marco questioned his mind as he thought he had remembered the mission.

Shaken as again his mind bounced him back and forth. "No, what if this is just another sick game of that traitor's?" Marco had went through so much five years ago. Then as his mind yet again reminded him of just how bad it had gotten, Marco screamed as he had the weird thought, "What if the last five years was just my mind's way of coping with the torture? What if I never left?"

Marco was visibly shaking now as he heard the man that had held him ask over and over "What are you going to call me?"

Marco knew he had no way of knowing how long he had been next to the boy but the kid did not deserve to die because of him. Barely audible Marco whispered, "Please spare the kid and I will..." What? What would he do? "Think Trickster, You really think they will let the boy go? Your defiance is what is keeping that boy alive. Now stay on mission and get back to your unit and commander!"

Marco with new strength said boldly, "Spare the Kid and I will not Kill You!" Deep inside the Trickster just prayed he had not just made things worse. He hoped tonight his plan would work and both him and especially that kid was escaping. He knew with a heavy heart that if he was right and had been held for five whole years, the Trickster was breaking or going inside himself.

DAMIR

Damir motioned to one of the guards. "Wake up the pup." As the guard put smelling salts under Alex's nose to wake him, Damir walked to where Marco hung from the pole. "It seems you are still not getting what I am telling you, you are going to do." Damir took Marco's chin roughly in his hand and squeezed, turning it toward where Alex was trying to focus, tears running down the boys face. "See the boy standing there. I am not sending the boy to somewhere else. This is his home, always has been and always will be. He may someday be allowed to return to the school, but not unless he would be useful there. He doesn't need any other education than what I can teach him. Right now he is learning there are consequences to his actions and others he is responsible for. The only way to keep him reasonably safe if for you to agree to call me Master, bow to me and ask how you can be of assistance. Until that time what happens to the boy is all on you. You are the only one with the power to stop him from being hurt, in this room. So what do you think you need to do?"

Damir slammed Marco's head into the pole, grabbed his hair and stared into his eyes. He could keep this up all day and all night if Marco was going to be that stubborn.

MARCO

Marco’s mind was racing. “How much more could the kid take? They were killing him?” The Trickster remembered others who had been killed just to get him to know that they could. A boy of twelve came to mind as he was forced to watch his wand be used to kill an innocent. That time was right after his first attempt at escape. “They insured that I knew if I did escape, I would be headed to Azkaban soon after.” Marco’s mind once again got him questioning whether he really had been free these last five years.

Marco was shaking as he wondered if he was ready to accept that maybe he was actually in his fifth year of captivity. He had to at least show his captors that he would give them something. “If it helps that kid? I could shallow my pride and call him Master? If I don’t that traitor will whip that boy to death. I am getting us out tonight so no harm, right?” Marco looked once more towards the kid as he said almost as a whisper, “How can I be sure that my calling you by the title Master will save the boy? I want the boy safe away from here. Then I will be more willing to give you some of what you want.”

Marco just had to hope that he had not made the madman even worse.

DAMIR

Damir chuckled. He cracked the whip a couple of times, to emphasize his threat. He had plans for Marco. The man was going to help him get more power by bringing at least one of the other quints to him. He was hoping for Kat. She would be a handful, but it was a handful he would love to hold. He would show her how to enjoy life, whether she wanted to or not. "Ah Marco, Marco. You can't be sure, can you. I told you the boy is not leaving. This is his home. This is where he will receive the rest of his training. By calling me Master and kneeling to me, as you have done before, you will be guaranteeing he will not receive any more punishment, at least not because of your stubbornness. You have five seconds to decide."

Damir looked at the whip in his hands. If he didn't cut down on the blood, the younger pups in training would go nuts with the smell. He looked around the room and his eyes came to rest on the perfect implement to use. A cattle prod leaned against the wall in the corner. The last time he had used it was to force two young pups to fight each other until both of them were bloody. The two young men had been best of friends. They needed to learn there was no such thing as friendship in the Clan. You did what you needed to, to whomever to get the results you desired. He shook his head because the two were going to need another lesson soon. Maybe he would pull them into the present situation and see what they could do. He would pit them against each other. Damir snickered as he picked up the prod and tested to make sure it was still working.

Damir moved to within a few steps of Marco and made the prod sizzle. It occurred to him that Marco was reacting as if he believed he had never left. Well that would be interesting to work with. Alex jumped and became rigid. "Marco we have been at this for days now. It is time for you to stop fighting. You know how this is going to end. You will be on your knees and begging for me to let you serve me. Why have all the pain?"

Alex jumped when Damir turned the prod on. The boy had felt the prod before in his training. "Looks like I am going to have to count this down. Oh and Marco, I have decided Alex is double negligent in letting you think you could escape. He should have explained how futile it was to try. So he will now get two for every one of your stripes. One ... Two ... Three ... Four ..."

MARCO



Marco was in extreme pain as his whole body felt like it was on fire. He could only imagine what the young fifteen year old was going through. He had to get the boy out of this mess. He remembered how another boy, so long ago, had been killed because Marco refused to do what he was told. Marco looked at Alex, with tears in his eyes. He could not let them kill this boy.

“I won’t let you punish him. He is just a kid! Send him back to the school...” Marco said through the pain. All of a sudden the word, “Jackal” came to mind. “I will do nothing until that boy is back at Hogwart’s!”



Marco expected to feel the whip once again across his back. He glanced over at the boy trying to give the boy strength to hold on. The boy was staring at the pole he was tied to. He was conscious but barely. Marco jumped as he heard the sizzle and realized his captor had once again decided to change the instrument of his torture. His back seized in memory of the electrical pain he now knew was coming.



“I am still never going to break or give you anything Traitor!” Marco shook his head as he said unsure, “I...” He had been going to flat out deny ever breaking but how could he really be sure. His mind was a mess and his body felt like it had been so abused that he was no longer sure if he had been here a day, week, month or what he feared the worst...five years.

Marco shook as he figured if he had broken then they would have already have killed him. “Unless they want me to betray others?” Marco said in a bare whisper. He cringed as he said furiously, “I will never betray the PACT or those we Protect!”



Marco’s eyes teared. He had seen the boy's body jump when the sizzle of the prod demonstrated the amount of electrical current shooting thorough it. as he pleaded, “The boy knew nothing about my plans. Leave him out of this. He is just a kid! You will kill him!” Marco fought his chains as Jackal counted down.

Marco watched helplessly as the end of the metal pole was touched to the back of Alex's legs. The scream, Alex let out tore at his heart.

Alex tried to breath. He knew from past experience the pain would subside, but it hurt. At least these two touches had been to the back of his legs. He knew there were places on his body which could be touched which would make him faint, only to be brought back to reality and have it done again. He glance at Marco, trying unsuccessfully to hold back the tears. There was nothing he could do. He knew Damir would never let him go and as long as Marco held out, Alex would receive the pain. "Please!" he mouthed to Marco.

Marco hung his head, only to have it yanked back up and the prod touched to his lower back. His whole body seized as he let out the pain through a yell.

COLE

Frank Cole settled back in his office chair. He had to concentrate if he wanted to keep the connection with Marco. Three elves stood on the other side of his desk, lending their combined elfin abilities to connect long distance with Marco's mind. Cole had to be very careful. If he connected too much, the possibility existed there would be someone on the island where Marco was who could sense he was joined.

Marco had agreed to be sent in as a spy. Cole shook his head though because Marco was falling back into the memories of being held captive by Damir, five years previously. Cole had promised Marco he would not break the contact and would eventually pull him out if he needed too and Cole planned on keeping that promise, but not yet. He was feeling the pain Marco was feeling, although the elves would not let him feel the full brunt of it. Cole was just going to have to let Marco go through what he was doing, bring him home and debrief him on anything he learned. Then he would help the man recover.

This was part of the job Cole hated the most about being a mercenary, but they all had a job to do. At the moment that job was to find out as much information about the MacIntosh Clan as possible. Cole concentrated and tried a couple quick words which would appear to just form in Marco's brain. "Jackal." Damir, although he was a friend in school had turned, or maybe he had never been what they thought in the beginning. "Give in." He had to let Marco let go and give in to Damir so he could survive.

Alex was another problem. Somehow he had to get the boy back and show him safety again. He wasn't about to lose him.

DAMIR

Damir leaned in close to Marco's ear. "I can keep this up all day Marco, you know I can. You are mine and you are not leaving. I will not let you die, but I promise you pain upon pain if you resist the inevitable. Look at the boy. The only reason he is feeling pain is because of your stubbornness. He could be in his room at the moment, eating and resting. How much more are you willing to have him go through. All you have to do is get down on your knees and call me Master. Your training will continue, but you will be allowed to eat and sleep."

Damir planned on letting Marco eat and sleep, but not much of either would be allowed. He planned on breaking Marco once and for all. The man would be begging him to serve him in any capacity he wished. Pulling the trigger on the prod again, he placed it close to Alex's face. "So Marco what do you think this would do to the boys mental capacity? Do you think he would have brain damage? I wonder...." Damir waved the prod around a bit and then let it drop lower, touching Alex's back, between his shoulder blades. The boy was past screaming. Just small whimpers came out.

Damir reached out with the prod and touched Marco three times, once on the calf, thigh and stomach. "Come on Marco. Take your place as my pet."

MARCO

Marco knew he was close to passing out. Shaking his head to clear his head. It would do neither of them any good if the Trickster blackout. He prayed as he felt his back seize up. He wanted to give in to the darkness but then the Traitor would just wake him. He glanced at the boy knowing whatever he did, it had to be soon for Alec's sake.

He felt the word, "give in" come to his mind. A small smile came to his lips. That little reminder had help make his decision. He had to dare an image though it would have to be jumbled and hidden deep. Commander...the boy...get him out. Trickster hid the sending by screaming as he pleaded, "Stop hurting the boy! I don't know about the pet part but..." He trained his body and face with the look of defeat.


"To stop you torturing that boy, I will kneel before you and call you Master!" Marco said with regret. He had to save the boy and was sure now the Commander would get the kid out.

"I still have no intention of giving this Jackal anything! The good thing is he has not demanded that to save the boy. Just to kneel and call Damir, Master!" Marco said in a whisper and just had to pray that he would not lose himself to the mission as his roommate Antonio had. "Release me Master, so I may take my place."

DAMIR

Damir was a little surprised the man had given in so quickly. He was possitive he was going to have to keep up the pain until at least the pup collapsed. Waving his hand toward the two of them and nodding to the three men standing behind the poles, Damir gave his permission to set the men lose. "Take the pup to his room. See that he gets something to drink and eat if he wishes. He has three hours before he needs to report back to me. See that he does."

Damir did not watch as Alex was carried away by two of the men. The third pushed Marco to in front of Damir's favorite chair. Marco was knocked to his knees and his head pushed down so his forehead touched the floor. Damir took his time walking to his chair and making himself comfortable. Before he said anything, he took the time to sip on his goblet of his favorite wine. Steepling his fingers in front of him, using the arms of the chair to support his elbows, he kicked out with his right foot. The kick caught Marco, square in the collar bone, "What do you call me pup?" He chuckled at the shiver which traveled Marco's whole body.

MARCO

Marco watched as they took the fifteen year old away. "Three hours? What could be happening in three hours?", Marco wondered. The boy needed rest. He would only have to pray three hours was enough time for the Commander to get the kid out.

Inwardly Marco glared at the traitor. All he wanted at that moment was to hurt Damir as much as Alex was hurt. Marco said in a whisper to himself, "I do this to save that kid not because the traitor won."



Marco almost screamed but instead shivered as he said, "Master!" Although his forehead was still against the floor, out of the corner of his eye he saw two guards run in screaming," Female Alpha alert!"

"My son, you are home and did not come to show off your new pet?" The tone of the female voice made him shiver again. It was sickly sweet.

He couldn't help the anger which welled in him. Before he could stop the words he screamed, "I am No One's Pet!"

Marco found himself flying across the room, hitting the rock wall hard. "You dare speak to an Alpha! Who is this, son? I believe he has been here before." Marco could hear her fury. He could only hope he and not Alex paid for annoying her. He would have gladly stayed were he fell, but he was dragged back by his collar, to kneel again in front of Damir's chair. His head was slamed onto the floor.

(OCC: Introducing Danaki MacIntosh (admin character), Damir's mother and the 2nd wife of Markus MacIntosh the head Alpha of the clan.)

DAMIR

Damir stood up, like he had always been trained to do. "Mother. I didn't realize you were on the island and not at the main castle." Damir sat back down and pointed to Marco. "This is Marco Spellman, my pet. He has been trouble lately and has to go through some retraining. No one for you to be concerned about." Damir didn't want his mother interfering with his fun. She had a habit of taking his pets and toys away from him. She also liked to interfere with how he wanted things done.

"Matthew gave me permission to bring him here and do anything I wanted to him. I am open to suggestions, although I have a pretty full agenda set up for the pup." Damir had a whole list of thing he wanted to do to Marco now that he was under his control again. He didn't kid himself into thinking Marco wouldn't fight him, but there were many ways to persuade a man to behave. The medical unit was already set up for him. The ladies at the breeding camp buildings had all drawn straws to see who was going to get him first. Damir chuckled at the thought that he had to put a two day time limit on Marco's stay there. He promised them he would make sure he was brought back before he was taken anywhere else.

Damir stretched out his legs and rested them on top of Marco's back. He made sure the heels of his boots would leave an impression.

MARCO

Marco cringed as he heard these maniacs talking as if he was not even there. He felt the pain as the woman jerked him off the floor. Marco was going to spit in the woman's face but dared not. He feared what they would do to Alex.

The woman was dangerous though her beauty you would never guess hid such an evil heart. He could feel her eyes cutting through him.

He heard her say sickly curiously, "So you are Marco? I wonder if you have been allowed to see little Tamir yet?"

"Tamir?" Marco thought confused. He wondered a little aloud, "What does Liam's baby sister have to concern me?"

Danaki smiled though she dare not let on to either of her sons that the brat was missing. She liked that Tamir was gone as the five year old was nothing but a problem. She wanted the girl back though or her control of her grandson Liam would end.

She turned Marco around as she asked, "Hungry pet? How about begging for your food. You had your shots yet pet. Maybe my husband is home and has some Dreamweaver with him?"
Marco saw her reach into her pocket and pull out his old wand. He felt a tightness around his neck. Soon Trickster was being pulled over to a ring in the wall. He watched as she pointed the ring. He tried to move only to be jerked back into a sitting position. Marco tried to grab at what was around his neck.

She smiled slyly as she pointed the wand at his wrists. Marco watched in horror as his wrists slammed together. No matter how hard Marco tried he only succeeded in tightening the magical bonds.

The woman smiled as she placed the wand on his ankles and bound them as well.

Marco looked on in pure terror as the dark- haired woman petted him with one hand saying, "Don't worry, I will teach you how to beg my son to stop the pain." With that, Marco's body seized as his body was hit with electrical volts. He tried not to let the woman know how bad he was feeling. Every time his body jerked, Marco felt the thing around his neck tighten. He thought he knew torture but what this female Alpha was doing made him feel like a beginner.
Marco's eyes were tearing as he tried to get away from this woman's hold on his head. He screamed as Markus walked in.

"Is our new slave ready to speak yet?"

DAMIR Begin entering here

Slowly Damir walked to the pole where his pet was being tortured by his mother. A few months ago, he wouldn't have interfered, but he had come to the decision if he was going to be a man, others would follow, he was going to have to let his mother know he wasn't going to just do her bidding anymore. He had to take the reins.

Reaching out he took Marco's old wand from his mother's hand and pointed it at Marco's neck ring. It dropped away. Then he pointed it at Marco's wrists and ankles, removing the magical restraints. Looking at Marco, he snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot near his feet. "Kneel."

Damir's eyes went to his mother. "I asked for suggestions Mother, only suggestions. The wizard is my pet and I will discipline or reward him as I see fit."

Danaki, stared at her son. He had never acted this way before. Inside she was smiling and happy he was finally showing some backbone. She wondered how much backbone he would be willing to show to the world. "How dare you talk to me that way. You are stepping beyond your place in the clan."

Damir reached down and patted Marco's back. The wizard had scrambled to kneel at his feet, his forehead on the floor. "I dare mother because I am growing out of the need to have you tell me what I need to do. If you have suggestions, I will listen. I might not use your suggestions but I will always listen to your wise words." Damir held in the chuckled threatening to bubble up. His father would not forgive him if he showed total disrespect to the woman. "I guarantee you this pet is going to learn a few truths about his future.



Damir turned in the direction of his advancing father. He straightened his shoulders and tried to look like the man he thought his father should see. "Father, thank you for coming and checking on my progress." Damir had learned a long time ago his father liked to be thanked. Of course, Damir also wished his father and mother would just leave, but he would deal with the present situation. "I was just starting to work with the pet, when Mother decided maybe she could do better. He is being stubborn which is to be expected." Damir walked over to the large table and picked up a couple of sheets of parchment, he had prepared over the last couple of days, in the hopes of retrieving Marco. He handed the pages to his father. "I have written some details of the re-training process. If you have any changes you think I should make, Father, I would be happy to consider them." Damir was not ready to say out loud that he would treat his father's suggestions as just that.... suggestions.

"As you can see.... starting tomorrow morning my pet will be taken to the medical unit where he will have a very complete physical. Since he tried to excape again, I want to make sure he hasn't damaged himself. The doctors have come up with some tests that should be interesting. While they will be painful, they will give me some information about how my pet will behave later.

"I have also set up a two day stay at the Breeding Camp. I have six women available to take advantage of Marco's strength and stamina. He will be tied down, so the woman will have full access to every part of him. If it works out well, there is a list of others who would like the cance to use him. That I will have to see, depending on the doctor's reports."

"Since my pet has shown abilities to fight, he will also be spending some quality time in the training arena. I have ten pups who would like to try and see if they can best the wizard. At the present time I am setting up the incentives to make sure he tries his hardest." Damir reached down and yanked Marco's hair, forcing the wizard to look at him. "What do you think pet. I want to make sure you are not going to be bored. You are mine Marco. You will always be mine. If you can be respectful you may speak."

MARCO

Markus backhanded his step-son Damir. The offspring of his second wife was a failure that soon Markus would no longer have a use for. "Don't forget who is a true Alpha here Jackal!" Markus said scornfully as a way of insuring the weakling would never forget that it was Markus who decided if the wizard would be allowed to fully join the clan.

Markus walked up to his first wife and gave her a special ring. "My Love, I hope you like it?"

Marcella grinned as she knelt and examined the inside, "Andreas?" she asked curious.

Markus grinned as he said insuring Marco heard. "Yes, it was on the princess' nightstand. I left her something in its place." He hoped that her cousin Lance Kildare or even one of the other staff would find the MacIntosh ring. He walked over to a weakened Marco as he said, "They know now we can get to any of them especially their precious princess!"

He grabbed Damir by the collar as he ordered, "Unlike five years ago, this slave pup is here to tell me all his little secrets. Then he is to become my little puppet! Now is he ready to speak or does your mother have to loosen his tongue more?"

Marco, took the chance to raise his head off the floor a couple inches so he could see the ring. He was furious, "That ring is Tia's! I am telling you nothing!" His body was in extreme pain,

Danaki grabbed Marco as she said, "I guess you like our most recent session slave!"

Marco cringed. Somehow he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He thought he was only going to have to deal with Damir. Taking on the two alphas was not something he was sure he could do. He knew pinning his hopes on Damir taking charge was probably a lost cause, but he had to hold on. In the back of his mind he heard Cole's voice. The Captain was barely audible with "hold on". At this point he wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or not. All thoughts went out of his head as the electrical torture seemed to hit his body.

Danaki grinned as she leaned down and petted Marco head, "Thought not slave. You are going to answer The Enforcer's questions. Starting with ...."

Her husband, The Clan Enforcer, broke her off as he said to Jackal, "Bind him. I think we are going to have a little fun here." Markus wondered how long Marco Spellman could hang on if all three of them used their various methods of "convincing him to do as they wanted" all at the same time. It would be an interesting experiment. He walked over to one of the chairs and looked pointedly at Damir. Then he pointed to Marco who was at his step-son's feet.

DAMIR



Damir clinched his fists at his side. He didn't dare say anything about the slap. It was not the first time he had been backhanded by his step-father. That had been when he was seven, and dared to tell his father he was going to fix the toy his way. Raising his head and straightening his spine he dared to look at the Alpha Werewolf. He was learning that Markus did not respect those who showed fear.



Damir looked from his parents to Marco. The man would know what it meant if Markus could get himself or someone else into Tia's room and replace the ring. She was well guarded by wizards and even elves. Damir was determined to find out later how it was done. It would be a very useful trick to be able to do.



Damir did not even get a chance to answer, before his mother started in on Marco. Damir was getting madder by the minute. Marco was supposed to be his pet. He had such plans for the wizard. He was confident he would be able to use Marco to get the rest of his siblings and then to those connected to them. For this he needed Marco alive and obeying. If his parents didn't stop neither one of those things were going to happen.



Damir found that interesting. His step-father had cut off his mother's words. It was not a normal occurrence. The Alpha was about to teach a lesson. Damir only hoped he and Marco would survive the lesson.



It took several moment for Damir to understand he was turning Marco over to him. His mother and his step-father were watching him. They were interested in what he was going to do. This had to be a good thing. Damir reached down and slapped Marco on the back of the head hard. "Follow me pet. Do not get up you can crawl, like the animal you are. What do you have to say?" Damir heard Marco say something but he couldn't understand it. He hit Marco again. "Speak up so thoes who are better than you, hear your willingness to inprove yourself." This time Marco's "Yes master." was clear and loud.

Damir smiled and started toward his mother. "This Alpha is to be respected. Thank her for her lessons. Lessons you will remember or have repeated until you do." When Marco had said thank you, never lifting his head, Damir walked toward his step-father. He knew Marco's knees were hurting him, but it would help to remind the pet he needed to obey. When they reached Markus, Damir pushed on Marco's back with his foot, forcing the wizard to lie flat on the floor. "The is the Enforcer of our clan. He will be respected at all times. Thank him for allowing you to live and for the opportunity to learn your true place in this life."

Damir couldn't help but beam, as he bowed to his step-father, then led Marco to the center of the room. "Now, pet you will thank me for taking the time and putting in the effort to show you what life is going to be from here on out with you."

MARCO



Marco had mixed emotions. “If Markus can replace a family ring...”, Marco mind started showing him just how special this girl had become to his family. He grabbed at the ring as he said still worried at how close the clan was able to get to a young girl that was family, “I said that ring belongs to Tia! Stay away from her...”

Marco’s insides felt like they were on fire. His mind raced as it played scenarios of them having that ring could mean. “These wolves already proved with what happened with my brother Neo that forcing a kid to work for them is not beneath them. What if they already hurt her?” Marco whispered unsure if any one heard him. He was not sure now if the young girl, who was like his nephew Troy’s little sister, was really safe. “Commander might be right? The PACT might need to take point on protection for that girl? Commander, now that her brother is getting his patch and ring tonight...” Marco stopped as he felt something about his thoughts was not right.



Marco fell to the floor, his body feeling like it was being tore apart. Inwardly he was screaming. He prayed somebody would stop the woman before she killed him. The Trickster tried to think through the pain. He would try to avoid this woman whenever he could. Only one other time did the Trickster ever fear a person like he feared this woman. “She enjoys causing pain. Hurting others like dad. He is really going to be mad when he gets home. I failed keeping family safe and together.” He knew he not there anymore, but he couldn't keep his thoughts in the present.

Marco’s body was in extreme pain but all he could think about was how his capture was proving his father’s words right. Their father had left the day after they had graduated. Marco had gone into their father’s study hoping he would be proud to find out he had been accepted into the special forces like James. He wanted, no he needed his father's approval. “Instead I got dad’s fury and being told that now that dad was needing him to handle things and protect the family. I was once again proving to him I was unreliable.”



Marco felt the hand on his head. He felt the tears in his eyes. For a moment he thought it was his mother’s hand. She had usually calmed him when his father thought that Marco was slacking off or being too soft on his brothers. Their mother would always come in and comfort him. Marco could not cry around their father as it was showing a weakness. Their mother on the other hand allowed tears as did uncle Tal’mac.

Marco shook his head clear even when all he wanted was to stop what was happening to him. His mind wondered just how much more he could take especially if... His mind stopped as he wondered just how long he had been having these sessions. “Five years? Have I really held out five years?” Marco felt himself slipping away.

Marco heard about binding him and tried to push his attacker away. “Nobody is binding Marco Spellman!” Marco said even as his body hurt and was screaming to just give in to his captors. His father’s words made sure that he prove that Marco Spellman was worthy of the name Spellman. As his hand went to his concealed dagger, Marco said, “Try and Die!”



Marco was acting on instinct as he realized that at least Damir he could con. He hoped he could continue to push the pain his body felt away. Marco hoped that playing along with the PACT traitor would give him a chance to rest and figure out his next move. Trickster shook his head as he remembered who of the Spellman’s was the thinker. Marco had to admit even if just to himself that he was a man of action or was that Neo.



Marco felt his head fall forward as the back of his head was hit. All he wanted was to tear this traitor apart but the odds of him surviving any length of time after was not worth the risk. He let off some steam by saying under his breath, “Spellman's are no animals traitor as you soon will find out!”



Marco felt the pain and realized he needed to just say whatever pleased this traitor. He needed this fool to get him close to the Enforcer. The man was a threat to a young girl that his brother James had died to protect. The Trickster just prayed his body would still have the strength to deal the killing blow.

Marco swallowed his pride and said, “Yes, Master.” The words added a bitter taste to his mouth.



Marco said remembering the pain this woman was just waiting to inflect again, “Thank You." Trickster would remember this woman’s lesson. Marco would one day repay the woman in kind.



Marco hid the sly smile as the pain he was feeling masked the inner humiliation. The traitor was leading him around as if he was a dog. Marco said, “Thank you.” Trickster debated if he could chance attacking The Enforcer now.