Granoldi shook himself - a taser’s ray had just caught him on the back of his neck and a thin tube with his blood dripping into it was tugging at the fur, caught on his arm - it was connected to some kind of extractive device that wheezed with electronic bellows.
Four elderly humans were glaring at him through a wall of wiry mesh. He groaned a deeply mournful bear’s groan. Jupiter had returned back into his familiar body to find himself being kidnapped and tortured by what it appeared to be some very low forms of life indeed.
Bryan had had the genius idea of purchasing a shark cage some weeks before - the kind where divers contain themselves for a subterranean viewing. It was assembled in Violet’s apartment ahead of time, and fitted with padlocks on the outside. It proved to be the ideal size for restraining a very large Bear.
“Like mother, like son,” snarled Peter.
“The great Romulus has delivered him to us”, Violet said with an almost childish compunction that did not suit her weathered face at all.
Lettie kept skewering Granoldi through the holes in the mesh - it had been some time since she had a victim larger than a cat to torture and she was clearly enjoying it.
“I’ll go and get the acid” Bryan said matter of factly - his tone was so cool you might think he was about to serve a beverage.
The four apprentice magicians were extremely pleased with themselves.
“I’ve waited all my life for a conquest like this” Violet confided to Letty who was wiping the drool from her mouth with a handkerchief.
The atmosphere of excitement from these depraved four was creepily sexual.
“Who would have thought?” Leticia snickered, “We captured ourselves a god.”
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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