"Let him out, you bastard!"
Smoglin said nothing, simply giving a smile as he turned away from the tiny, soundproofed, upright box that the Floran had sealed Lefty into. The sadist took his sweet time walking towards where Korr sat, her arms and legs tied with rope that cut into the skin. Lefty's coat was thrown over Smoglin's shoulder; a trophy of his victory over the Novakid.
"I don't know... I think he could use a few more hoursss in there..."
"He's been in there for a day and a half! Please, just let him out! We're sorry for stealing your kill, just please, take him out of that thing!"
Korr glanced past Smoglin at the small box, fear and worry crossing her features. When Smoglin had first forced Lefty inside and closed the lid which could only be opened from the outside, trapping the Novakid within, Lefty had desperately thumped and slammed his fists agains the lid, his screams of terror heavily muffled as he begged and pleaded for escape.
Soon, the thumps began to slow. They became quieter, fewer and further between until they'd eventually stopped entirely. Now, not a sound had emanated from the box for hours.
Lefty was claustrophobic. It was unsurprising for someone so used to being free and unrestricted. But being locked up in a tiny space with no escape wasn't even the worst of Lefty's torture. The box was sealed. Soundproof. Lefty couldn't hear anything apart from his own sobs. He couldn't see anything apart from darkness. He could barely move at all. Sensory depravation. Korr had experienced it once before. She'd only been inside that cramped, silent coffin for a few hours, and yet it had felt like an eternity. The darkness was suffocating, and the silence was maddening. She'd started to hallucinate within the first hour. Korr thought for sure that she was going to go completely insane. If the depraved method of torture could break someone like her, Korr didn't even want to think about what someone like Lefty was going through.
"Let me think... no."
"Please, just... just torture me!"
"I am. Knowing that your bessst friend is ssslowly going mad in there but not being able to save him isss your torture. That'sss assuming that he hasn't completely lossst it already. You know, they sssay that you can't break what'sss already broken... I beg to differ."
"Go to hell!"
"Ooh, temper... perhaps I should just leave you two to cool off for a while..."
Before Korr could even register what was happening, the Floran had turned to leave the room.
"W-wait! Wait, stop!"
"Sssorry, dear. My mind is made up. I have another 'guest' to entertain anyway. Have fun."
With that, Smoglin left, slamming the rusted metal door of the room behind him and not even bothering to lock it. Korr groaned, looking over at the box still sitting silent and immobile at the opposite end of the room.
She wasn't just going to sit and wait for Smoglin to come back. She was going to get herself and Lefty out of this mess.
Falling onto her side and slowly making her way over to the door, the Avian began to scrape the old, frayed ropes around her arms against the stone doorframe. It was hard work. It took hours to wear away the rope, and with every second that passed Korr was afraid that Smoglin would return. Finally, with a loud tearing sound, the stone tore through the remainder of the rope, freeing Korr's arms, the Avian immediatly untying her legs before running over to the box, throwing it open. Lefty collapsed from the box, which, to Korr's dismay, was even smaller on the inside, the pink Novakid falling to the stone floor.
Lefty started to panic.
His cries of fear were weak and hoarse as he covered his face, Korr realising that after spending so long motionless in the dark and silence, Lefty was likely going into sensory overload, the Novakid's fingers and knuckles badly scratched and injured from his frantic attempts to escape. The white collared shirt, pink waistcoat and red bow tie he wore underneath the coat that had been taken from him were covered in similar scrapes and tears. Korr didn't know what to do other than to hold him tight as he began to sob, pulling the shaking Novakid into her shoulder, gently whispering comforting words to him as to not harm his hearing as she tried to get him used to light and sound again.
"It's alright, Lefty... it's alright... shhh... shhh..."
"K-Korr... Korr, I'm s-sorry..." came Lefty's voice. It could barely raise itself above a whisper. His screams had taken their toll.
"It's not your fault, Lefty."
"Y-yes it is... I t-tried to f-fight him, I got you in t-trouble..."
Korr had never seen Lefty in this sort of state before, and she had to admit that she was... surprised. Still, that didn't stop her from continuing to comfort him, allowing herself to be Lefty's shoulder to cry on. As his sobs slowly ceased, the Novakid beginning to calm down, Korr slung her friend over her shoulder, wandering through the endless, winding tunnel system underneath Smoglin's safe-house.
By the time the tunnels finally spat them out into the depths of the forest, Korr was exhausted, collapsing in a heap with Lefty under the cover of the undergrowth. They lay there for several minutes before Korr slowly got to her feet, peering out of the bushes and trees at the horizon.
"Stay here. I'll go out and see if there's a safe way out of-"
Korr felt Lefty grasp her leg, holding onto it with all the strength he had left.
"Please... d-don't leave me..."
Korr said nothing. Then, she slowly kneeled down next to Lefty, giving him yet another warm, comforting hug as she made a promise.
"I won't leave you, Lefty. I'll never leave you."