A narrow miss, the second encounter.

Tyrael could not help but yell out when another earring was torn from his sensitive flesh as well as his gashes being struck.

He writhed against the man as he pulled against his restraints.
His vision blurred for a moment from the pain of it all, his body had been through hell, he just wanted to go back to the forest and rest.

Blood once again began to drip from his pointed ear, running down the dried up blood on his neck and trailing down his chest.

His head slumped forward and he made no effort to raise it again as his breath turn into rugged rasps of pain.

Yes! That yell!

With a cry the Lycan came.

He slumped forwards, leaning against the Elf as he panted, clutching at the bars of the cross to keep himself upright. Unlike Tyrael, he didn't have any restraints to keep him standing.

"Moy."

Tyrael let his eyes slide shut as the Lycan cried and slumped against him, it was done, he could feel Zakhar's liquid inside of him, it was repulsive and he wanted it gone.

He continued to pant heavily, his breath much huskier than before, the reason was clear as bruises from the Lycan's grip around his throat began to appear of his pale skin, though they were hidden slightly beneath the layer of blood.

"No."
He grunted slightly as he forced his eyes open, though they remained heavily lidded as he lifted his head again, wondering silently if the Lycan would let him down now.

"It is done." He gave a dark little chuckle and pulled out of them man with a soft moan.

He pulled his boxers and slacks back up, zipping and buttoning them and then tucking his shirt into them with a hum.

He surveyed the man silently. Hanging limply from the cross, bloodied, broken and marked. Oh, how beautiful that sight was.

"Let everyone see you like this." He bowed, picking up the jeans that had once been pooled around the Elf's ankles and slinging them over a shoulder. Tyrael could walk back to his room naked. He hoped a lot of people saw him and recognised it as his claim on the Elf.

Zakhar unbound Ty's unbroken wrist then turned to leave, grinning back at the Elf and giving a childish little wave and wink over his shoulder.

"Think fondly of me while I'm gone~"

Tyrael snarled as the Lycan walked off with his pants.
He waited for Zakhar to leave for freeing his broken wrist, it was bruise and cut from tugging against the restraints and his hand hung limply.

As soon as the bindings were gone he slumped onto the floor, clenching onto his broken hand. He was utterly exhausted and lay there for a long while until he felt that he could walk back to his room.

He pulled himself up with a grunt want slowly walked shakily to the door.
Tyrael could not give a fuck who saw him like this, but since that was what Zakhar wanted he slinked back to his room, being sure to avoid being seen by anyone.

He got to his room, showered and dressed before heading to the infirmary to tend to his wrist.

Finally he grabbed some food from the kitchen and headed out to the forest, he would stay there for a few days to gather his strength and avoid running into Zakhar.