Cage

Carrin sat in his cage, his knees crossed and his hands in his lap, his clothing having been stripped away when he had been imprisoned. It had been well over two years since his original imprisonment - they kept him fed, though just enough to stay alive, and his cage was just barely large enough for him to stand up straight or lay down fully on the cold concrete. His hair had grown longer than it had ever been before, reaching well down his back, and he had no way of wearing it up to stay out of his way. It ran over and partially covered the many tattoos he had covering his skin - about half of which he had received by choice.

His time in the cage was split between two activities - exercising and resting. He had always been a strong man, but the constant exercise he put himself through in order to pass the time had made him powerful. His muscles bulged against his skin, tight thanks to the lack of food. There was not an ounce of fat remaining on his body. If the bars of his cage had been made of anything softer than the hard iron that they were, he may have been able to break free by now.

It was the dead of night when Sirrain slipped her way into the dank room that held Carrin's cage. His eyes were wide opened and, despite the darkness, tracked her every movement as she entered. He had been expecting her. She came to see him once a month, sneaking him some food and always offering to break him free, which he always declined. It had never been stated why he was imprisoned. Never said what crime he had broken. And yet he elected to wait and see what they would do with him. He was a curious and patient man.

Sirrain slid down against the bars, sitting conversationally with him as she tossed a loaf of bread and half a cooked fish into the cage. He took the food and ate it slowly, carefully, eliminating any trace crumbs from either of them so as to not be caught having been fed. Sirrain watched him, unashamed of letting her eyes wash over his naked body. She had long ago admitted of her lust for him, and he had conceded his own for her.

She sat watching him, dressed in a skin tight black stealth suit, its cleavage cut roughly far deeper to reach her navel, making it so that as she sat her breasts were fully exposed to him. She knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him, but he was much better at controlling his eyes. But she liked to tease him.

"How much longer?" she asked.

He swallowed his bite of bread slowly and looked at her. "I do not know," he replied.

"You can't stay in here forever."

"It will be difficult for you if I did."

"I should slip in there with you for a night."

"I would prefer a softer cushioning."

The casualness of the conversation heated her up. He didn't know how true her words were. "Please don't stay in there forever."

He looked at her again between a bite of food. "I will not," he said. "But I will first learn why I am here."