The chains binding him were so tight that the blue behemoth couldn’t get very far, despite all of his struggling.

The great beast was not pleased to be in his current predicament, just as he hadn’t been after returning to consciousness once a great mind shattering pain erupted across the back of his skull. The blue behemoth wasn’t sure what had happened to him, but he after he woke up he had found himself within a dark room which bore very little light. Not sure, and with his head throbbing as though a dozens upon dozens of creatures had charged themselves over his skull, the green maned beast tried to get up and see where he was. That was when he had noticed the leather bindings wrapped around his forelegs, the blue behemoth had immediately let out an earth trembling roar of indignation at being held captive as he was. 

Struggling against the chains had done little to aid him in his escape, as he had been positioned in a way that made his quadrupedal body unable to get very far as his massive weight was so unevenly displaced. The fact that his neck had been tied in such a way so as to prevent him biting through the bindings had made the titanous beast even more frustrated with his current predicament, to the point where he took to snapping and roaring just to exhaust the rage which was growing inside of his mind like a bubbling volcano. Amber eyes narrowed when piercing light tore through the room, a vicious snarl rumbled out from the blue behemoth’s lips as he bore his yellowed fangs at two creatures entering into the area. 

The figures in question were a traditionally dressed black mage and a larger human wrapped within fine leather clothes which were tied together by shimmering golden emblems. The pair looked at the struggling beast for several moments without saying anything, much to the blue behemoth’s growing ire. He let out a bone chilling roar in their direction, yet only the black mage seemed intelligent enough to take a step back away from the herculean mountain of rage which was quivering in front of him. The well dressed man cared not for the possible danger that the two of them were in, as evident by the way he merely stared up at the other with unblinking black eyes. 

“And you are sure that you can use this creature as intended?” the human said in a tone that voiced his obvious disbelief as he turned to look at the cowering magician, not that the behemoth could understand the human’s words. 

“Yes, sir!” the black mage nodded several times, nearly divorcing himself of the steeple crowned hat which loosely hung up above his shadowed head. “The rest of the guild has already taken samples of his blood and other...fluids...and have determined that the potions we can make will have the desired effects that you requested.” 

“Fine then.” the human said while turning on his heel away from the other. “I expect you to have the first shipment ready for sale by the end of the week.” the man then stomped on booted feet out of the room.

“Of course, sir!” the black mage eagerly exclaimed while swiftly following after his benefactor. 

When the door to the room closed the blue behemoth found himself once again alone within the thick gloom of the room, though this time there was a deep confusion which permeated his through. 

Who exactly were those creatures? 

Had they been the ones to capture him?

What were those words that they had spoken?

And, most importantly, how was he going to get out of this situation?!?!

That last question was the most prominent one within the titanous beast’s mind. However, it became an inquiry for which he found no answer to as the weeks rolled by. Not that he didn’t try everything he could think of in order to gain his freedom Struggling to rip his bindings free from the wall proved to be completely useless. Intimidating those mages who came around to poke and prod at him with their strange, painful tools only earned him their ire and small shocks of magic to the rump. Trying to play dead in order to tug on their gullibility proved pointless as they quickly roused him back wakefulness with a few bursts of cold magic to the face. And even restlessly snapping at those who brought him his meals and cleaned up after the messes which were made from the black mage’s drawing blood and other fluids from his body proved worthless. 

Each attempt however did bring with it a greater understanding of his situation, as whenever he acted too aggressively towards those who were handling him he found himself being tormented in a way that pushed at the boundaries of his sensibilities. There were days when he was not fed for one of his outbursts, something for which he quickly came to loathe as the sounds of his restless stomach howling to be fed became the maddening music which lulled him to sleep on those evening. Denying him water was one of the more cruel punishments for which he was treated to, and it was this abuse which humbled the blue behemoth the most, as without a cool drunk from the barrel of water for which was brought into the room in which he was kept the green maned beast found himself unable to think nor roar out his frustrations. 

However, even as his attempts to resist the harsh treatments continued the mages had no problem experimenting upon his titanous body. Sharpened knives still drew crimson blood from out of his legs and thighs, while giant needles were shoved deep into his groin and chest; cold liquid was forced within his veins from the glass containers and though the blue behemoth didn’t know what was within them their effects were easy enough to be felt as his nipples and sex grew while becoming overly sensitive to the point where dribbles of white fluid ran from out of both regions of his body. The blue behemoth was not pleased by any of this, and yet there wasn’t much he could do to stop the indignities which were forced upon him, even as the weeks turned into months. 

When the door to the room which was his prison timidly opened revealing a small red lizard the amber eyed beast snarled at the other. As he watched the other slowly draw closer to him he let his lips flutter up over his yellowed fangs in an obvious show of aggression. The red reptile tripped slightly when he barked at the other, the sound was so strong that it caused the long eared creature to trip over his own tail in fright. This made the green maned beast snort in feral triumph. Looking down at the smaller reptile the blue behemoth was slightly surprised to find the other sitting in place instead of quickly retreating out of the room, that usually the first response of the unfamiliar individuals which were made to see to him. Growling low within his throat he found his amber eyes gazing into quivering green orbs for several minutes time, the look that the strange little lizard bestowed upon him was one that seemed to be trying to contain some unknowable emotion which was trying to swim up to the surface. 

The sound of someone entering into the room the blue behemoth found himself watching a scene play out for which he would not ever forget.