AN: Czernobog is "he", Jahanara is "she", and Jahanara's body is shared property. Sometimes, the gender of pronouns are switched to whatever feels more appropriate.
"I demand to see the warden!" Czernobog screamed with all their might, their Thanati accent shamelessly announcing itself for all to hear. "Let me the fuck out, you sons of bitches!" was what they have been screaming since they'd awoken 10 minutes ago. They had tried screaming it in every language Jahanara knew, even her native Thanati; though it clearly was useless since it was obvious to them that they were not in Thanatos anymore. But what did they have to lose? The farther from Thanatos, the better actually. There was nothing for them there but a death sentence for murder.
"I suggest you settle down, girl " came the low voice of a man sitting on the opposite side of the room. He was speaking in Yoreiqi. "You're the only one of us here..." nodding towards all the other occupants who were similarly bound in chains, "...who can speak the common tongue." Scratching his nose with one chained hand, he looked straight at her now to continue. "It would be to our advantage if you could still speak when there's actually someone to speak to."
The man had a point. With a reluctant puff of breath, they decided to sit down and change tactics. Time to try a little DIY. Czernobog gathered a width of chain from the one on their right wrist. He then tried to summon his otherworldly demonic powers to break it but disappointingly got nothing. Jahanara's body was probably too weak to handle the transfer of magic.
With that plan ending in failure, he decided to do the next best thing- wait. There wasn't any harm in waiting. They weren't going anywhere. And there were a lot of things for Czernobog to ponder... starting with "What the hell happened?"
The last thing Czernobog remembers, he was drowning himself in the very very fine wine the poor dearly departed sap he offed still had lying around in his apartments. It was a complete and total waste to just leave without finishing it. But apparently the wine was laced with sleeping powder because thats the last he clearly remembers. He could only wonder what Jahanara did to get them from there to who-knows-where this godforsaken place was. He also vaguely recalls waking up to fierce waves trying to swallow them and the burning pain of lungs deprived of oxygen. But that was as much as he could remember.
His thoughts were interrupted by the clink and pull of their chains being tightened- probably to restrict their movement. This meant someone must be coming inside. Whoever that idiot was, they must be ready for them. Czernobog let down their hair into a sexy messy pile and pulled their shirt lower to show off more of their cleavage. Pushing the twins higher for good measure, they arranged themselves into the most sultry position they could manage with chains on both arms and feet.
In came a lone man carrying a pot of pale brown porridge-like goo. At least thats what it looked like when he poured it into the bowl of the captive nearest the door. From the look of the man, it wasn't something to look forward to. That was ok. They weren't actually planning on eating it anyway.
They got their bowl ready and as they waited, they made sure to give him a hot suggestive gaze all the while until it was their turn. As the man stood in front of them, they passed a lingering glance at his crotch and faked a coy little blush before slowly giving him their bowl. They made sure to pass it by some specially scenic spots. "I want a taste of that." they said in a low growl, glancing at his crown and jewels again at the last word.
Judging by the hint of color creeping up his face, Czernobog was sure that trick made something in him rise.The low voiced prisoner sitting across from them could only shake his head at the scene.
The jailer gave her a thorough look as he poured mush into the bowl. While still giving him a very provocative look, they breathed in deep to accentuate some choice areas and Czernobog could swear there was a very telling twitch somewhere in the region of special interest. The man was now smiling somewhat when he reached out to give her the bowl. Czernobog also reached out to take it but let go the very second he did, thus spilling the contents all over her lap. "Clumsy me." she said then gave him a puppy-eyed look of remorse and pouted. "Perchance, could you help this poor girl out of these dirty clothes?"
There was another twitch.
Not a moment longer, she sighed in pleasure when the chains on their wrists came off. She groaned in ecstasy when the ones on her ankles followed suit. Extending her hand to him, they commanded, "lead me."
And lead he did... right into the office next door. Czernobog loved how easy it was to dupe mortals.
The moment the door closed and they were alone, the guard fell on her like a sailor newly docked. He kissed her all over, all the way up to her mouth. But the moment his lips touched hers, it was game over for him. Czernobog fed on his essence until none was left and his body fell limp to the floor. They then wiped their lips, crossed their arms and debated with themself what to do next. The demon picked up the keys the jailer carried and snuck out the door and up the hall in search of the way out.
Ascending a flight of stairs, Czernobog saw a group of men passing by the upstairs hallway. The demon decided it was wiser to turn back. It was unfortunate though that another sentry had come upon her from downstairs. He shouted for them to stop so they had no choice but to run up the stairs before the people there could realize what was going on. Czernobog ran straight for the nearest window in hopes that they weren't too high up to jump but before they could reach it, a group of richly dressed men rounded the corner up ahead and she ran straight into the figure in the middle. Before she could recover, the man's companion smacked her in the head with the plate of dates he was carrying and she fell unconscious.