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Failed Rescue

Jude tried his best to fiddle with the iron manacles around the other boy's' wrists, but lockpicking wasn't a skill taught outside of videogames. All he could really do in the meantime was pull the gag away and try to sound sympathetic as he poked and prodded at the lock with a safety pin.

"I'm sorry, I promise I'm gonna try to get you outta here, okay?"

The other young man twisted his neck to look Jude up and down, the latter feeling his cheeks grow hot at the scrutiny.

"W̵̩̊h̵̝̔o̷̰͐ ̵͚̄ả̸̙r̸̝̊e̵̦̕ ̸͉͒y̶̱͊o̶͇̓u̵̧̍?̸̣̅"

Jude blinked. "Uh, hi?"

Suspicious blue eyes tore into him. "̸̮̉Hǘ̷̢m̸̪͋ǎ̵̭ṉ̸̍.̸̥͆.̷̪̍.̸̳͊w̵̥̐h̸͋ͅa̴͕̾t̷̲͝ ̷̩͌a̷͉͊r̴͇̋e̸͚͋ ̶̝̈y̵͎͐ö̴̱́ṳ̸́ ̸̖̈́d̴̰͌ơ̴̢i̵̹̓ņ̸͘g̷͔̕?̸̫̈́ ̵̙͊W̶͕̍h̴͕̀y̵̞͝ ̴̺͂a̶̱̚r̵͙̐e̷͍͠ ̵̪̀y̷̱͐o̸̕ͅu̸̖̽ ̴̲̓h̸͉̑ë̸̞r̸̜̾e̷͉͝?̵̣̃

"That...that is not English." Jude deadpanned, pausing in his attempts to get the shackles off. He felt his blush grow. Here he was traveling internationally studying a field that heavily relies on cross-cultural communication and all he was fluent in was English, internet memes, and just enough Spanish to order from his favorite taco truck.

Now looking just as confused as Jude, the boy rushed with a string of what sounded like questions, wriggling around until the two were facing each other as he spoke, causing Jude to accidentally drop his makeshift lockpick.

"Y̸͇̽o̵̲͠u̵̪͛ ̵̨͌ȟ̸̙e̵͕͘l̶̯̍p̶̯̀.̷̡͝.̶̥͝.̵̱̌b̷̺̐ú̸̪t̸̠̓ ̵͓͌y̸̝͑o̸͈͑u̴͚͝ ̸̡̽s̶̪̅p̴̜͋e̷̫̐a̴̳̒k̴̺̕ ̴͖̚l̵͚̈́i̶̜̋k̵͔̍e̷̯͛ ̷͔́h̸̼̀ȋ̴͔m̴̱̔.̴̻͆ ̷͉̀W̷͎͗h̵̢̔ạ̷̈t̴̲͌ ̶̧͒ì̴̥s̴̤̕ ̸̫̅t̸̻̋h̴̝̓i̵̹̍s̴̪̀?̷̥͛ ̴̻̉Ị̶͌s̵̰͛ ̸̹́P̸̤̿r̶͇͂o̴͕͑v̶͒͜i̷̦̐d̷̻̾e̷̤͒n̸͎̏c̵̯͠ë̶͎ ̴̪̌p̶͔̀l̶̫̂ą̸͆y̴͎͠į̵͊n̸̻͑g̵̥̓ ̶̮̏a̷̻̒ ̵̬̐t̴͓̓ȑ̷̪i̷͎͘c̶̞̈ǩ̷̬ ̴͓̉o̷̤̿ṅ̷͓ ̴͖̕m̶̗͆e̴̙̐?̵̹͂ ̴̘̕W̶̨͋ḧ̸͖́ÿ̴̥́ ̴͕͗a̸̘̾r̷̫̀e̵͎͑ ̶͈̏y̶̓ͅõ̶̰u̶̙̐ ̷̙̈́r̶͇̉ę̷̈́d̷͝ͅ?̶̡̈́ ̴̟̋H̵̭̔e̸̲̅l̸͉̍p̴̞̈ ̶̨̀m̷̫͝e̶̔ͅ,̴̜͑ ̷̬͑h̶͓͐e̵̥͊l̶̮̄p̶̙͝ ̸̜̉m̸̳̽ë̵͉ ̷̭̽ã̸̜n̵̞͗d̵̟͒ ̷̤͊y̷̥̚o̵̱̍ṳ̵̔ ̸̪͗w̵̭͑i̵̟͛l̶̮̐l̸̯͛ ̷͇́n̷͓͊ȩ̸͒ṽ̸̙e̵̛̳r̴͍̔ ̷̛͔w̷̗͛a̷̲̓n̴̢͐t̷̗͘ ̴̠̚f̵͉̍o̸̟͐r̸̳̅ ̶̥͊ḁ̷̽n̵̹͊y̴̮͐t̴͍̓h̶͍̿i̶̥̓n̶̼̉g̴͔̃.̴͖̽ ̷̭͆W̴̗̍h̵̨͂a̶̰͊ẗ̷͈́ ̴͕̊i̷̋ͅs̸̼͑ ̸͉͆ȋ̶͎ť̵͉ ̷̻̃y̴̫͊ọ̸̅ű̴̦ ̴̠̚d̷̞́ę̶͒s̸̬̽ì̷̟r̸̖̚e̷̜̐?̵̗͗ ̷̥́Ỉ̴͇ ̸̣̈́s̷̥̏h̸̡̚a̴̻̅l̶̻͛l̴̐ͅ ̴̈́ͅǵ̵̗r̸̯̈́å̶͓n̶͉̾t̸̳̑ ̶̠͐i̵͌ͅt̷̞͒ ̴͚̎t̷̮̐o̶͎͋ ̷̞͝ÿ̶̟́o̸̝̓ū̶̫.̷͉̊ The boy's speech was calm, but there was an underlying desperation that was hard to miss. And the way he glared at Jude, eyes narrowed and determined...it was freaking him out a little.

"Dude! Look, I'm sorry, I can't understand you and I'm pretty sure it goes the other way around, but PLEASE!" he begged, reaching for the other's bound wrists once again "We both need to get out of here before whoever kidnapped you comes back!"

The boy stilled and looked taken aback, but remained quiet and pliant as Jude coaxed him to turn around. Grasping at the boy's wrists, Jude started scraping at the shackles once again. To the dismay of them both, the lockpicking effort was going nowhere fast.

"Okay I...this isn't working." Jude sighed, standing up. He nervously glanced back toward the direction he came. It had only taken him what, fifteen minutes to find this clearing? And that was him going at a leisurely pace. If he sprinted he could get a bolt cutter from the supply chest and be back within minutes, right?

Mind racing, he didn't notice the soft noises of movement in the distance behind him. Nor did he notice the quiet curse that was whispered under someone's breath. He was so preoccupied in his thoughts that he didn't hear movement behind him until it was too late.

A hand shot out from behind him, moving so quickly that Jude had no time to react before it rushed to cover his mouth as another pinned his arm behind his back.

"̶̖̰̯̕N̵̞̾o̵̖̩̐̇͠!̶̳͊̀̌"̸̹̉L̵̰͊́ơ̵͚̌̉ô̶̗͓k̴͍̾̽͘͜ ̵͓̑͗ȯ̸̢u̷̗͂͜t̵̨̞̙͐̕͝!̵̀͜

"Wha-hmmph!"

"Jude, I told you to be patient and wait at the camp for me."

Jude stiffened at the sound of Professor Steele's voice, mumbling indignantly from behind the hand which had been pressed tightly over his mouth. Shaking his head, he managed to dislodge it enough for him to shout at his chaperone.

"Prof, what the hell! Did you do this?" Jude shouted, jerking his head toward the boy in the cage, who now crouched with his back pressed against the bars in an effort to get as far away as possible, eyes wide. "You took him didn't you? Oh my god you're fucking insane- This isn't research, this is trafficking!" He screamed, violently wrenching his body away from the professor's grasp.

Jude tried to sprint away, but Steele tackled him, still screaming, to the ground.

"Jude! Listen, just- dammit boy!" Steele grunted. He straddled his student, pinning Jude's hands to the ground with his knees while he clamped one hand over the redhead's mouth yet again.

"You weren't supposed to see this, not yet." Steele muttered, slipping his shoulder bag off with his free hand and digging through its contents, pushing aside hemp rope and leather-bound notebooks while he struggled to keep Jude restrained. "I had meant to train you first before including you in this project, but it looks like that won't be the case."

"Mrhhphh!"

Jude's eyes went wide. Train...like a dog? Is that why that guy was in a fucking kennel?!

Frantic and desperate, Jude opened his mouth as best he could and bit down, hard. Steele cursed, yanking his hand back but remaining stubbornly on top of his charge. "Jude! I can't have you interfering..." he growled, the squirming boy still under his control as Jude's thrashing became more and more desperate. From the cage beside them there came a furious growl, making Jude jump slightly as he turned to see the boy in the cage, eyes wide and snarling.

"̵̼͑B̴̦͐ȃ̴̖s̸̲̋t̴͔̅ă̴̗r̷͚̽d̵͖̉!̶̥̋ ̵̠́G̷̤̕o̵̰̓ ̵̛͓t̷̤͒ȯ̴̜ ̶͍̂h̴̥̚ḙ̶̉l̶͖͑ḽ̴̓!̸̹͝

"Don't you start!" Steele snapped at the other boy, and Jude felt his fear boil over into rage.

"What kind of monster are you! Let me go- let HIM go!" Jude cried, but Steele's eyes darkened.

"Do you even realize how many weeks it took me to catch it?" Steele whispered, and the coldness in his voice made Jude freeze. "All that time spent keeping up appearances...it's my fault really, I should have informed you. It would have saved us both a lot of trouble." Finally done rummaging through his bag, Steele pulled out a handkerchief and held it aloft in his fist.

"Fuck you! You're a kidnapper, what kind of freak puts someone in a cage!" Jude screamed, "Of course you should have let me know, I would have said how CRAZY this all is!"

"I can't deal with this right now...not now." Steele muttered, balling up the cloth in his hand and bringing it closer and closer to Jude's mouth.

"What are you- don't, wait a minute stop sto-mmmphh!" Jude's protests were cut off as the bundle of cloth was stuffed past his lips, trapping his tongue. The growls and shouts from the cage grew louder as Steele flipped Jude over forcefully, slamming his knee into the small of Jude's back as he grabbed the boy's wrists and lashed them together.

"I didn't mean for this to happen...damn it all, Jude." Steele reached for a second strip of cloth, slipping it between Jude's lips and tying it behind his head tightly to keep him from spitting out the first.

"NNgh! Lmm mrh mmph!"

Despite his struggling, Steele grabbed Jude by the shoulders and wrestled him toward the open cage door. "I know you're scared and you don't understand what's going on, but you will." The professor remained eerily calm, even as he clenched the back of Jude's neck in a vice-like grip in order to force him head first into the cage. "Just sit tight with it for now, I'll figure something out. I'll figure...something."

Jude was pushed into the other boy's lap before the cage door slammed shut behind him. Twisting awkwardly, he was able to crane his neck to see Steele taking quick, long strides back into the direction of the camp.

"Hmmph! Mphmphh!" Jude called out weakly. Anger and confusion quickly turned to fear, and despite his best efforts, he felt his eyes begin to water.

"Ẉ̷͝h̸̑ͅe̶̳͐r̵̟͝e̷͖̕ ̶̝̒d̴̬̋ȍ̶̫ ̷̝̇y̶̰̓o̶͕̿ȕ̸̪ ̴̝̓t̵͔̕h̵̟͐i̴̬̎n̸̞͒k̶̓ͅ ̸̤̾y̶̮̌o̸͕͝ů̸̝'̵̣̾r̸̜͊e̶̮̔ ̶̧̇g̴̭̓ǒ̸͎i̴͖͋n̷͓̚ǵ̵͇?̸͎͘ ̷̫͒G̸͙͗e̸̡̾ţ̴͐ ̸̣̿b̸̦̌ā̷͙c̶̀͜k̵̹̔ ̷̟̕ḣ̸̤e̶͈̋r̸̬̂e̶̼̓ ̸̝͆a̸̻͑n̶̼͗d̴̬́ ̶̧͌f̷̩́ì̸̯g̷̭͑h̶͈͌t̵̲̑ ̴͉̔w̴̤͘i̸̺͒t̶̙͝h̷̠̏ ̵͇̈d̴̥̕i̷͕͊g̶̙͊n̸͔͠i̴͕͠t̷͖̓y̷̻̚!̸̱̐ ̷̲͌"

The other boy shouted furiously after Steele, only to be ignored. The professor disappeared back into the woods, and the two of them were left alone.

Caged.

And helpless.

Description
Thank you so much ilovenuggets for helping me figure out what the fuck anatomy even is for this

Failed Rescue

Jude tried his best to fiddle with the iron manacles around the other boy's' wrists, but lockpicking wasn't a skill taught outside of videogames. All he could really do in the meantime was pull the gag away and try to sound sympathetic as he poked and prodded at the lock with a safety pin.

"I'm sorry, I promise I'm gonna try to get you outta here, okay?"

The other young man twisted his neck to look Jude up and down, the latter feeling his cheeks grow hot at the scrutiny.

"W̵̩̊h̵̝̔o̷̰͐ ̵͚̄ả̸̙r̸̝̊e̵̦̕ ̸͉͒y̶̱͊o̶͇̓u̵̧̍?̸̣̅"

Jude blinked. "Uh, hi?"

Suspicious blue eyes tore into him. "̸̮̉Hǘ̷̢m̸̪͋ǎ̵̭ṉ̸̍.̸̥͆.̷̪̍.̸̳͊w̵̥̐h̸͋ͅa̴͕̾t̷̲͝ ̷̩͌a̷͉͊r̴͇̋e̸͚͋ ̶̝̈y̵͎͐ö̴̱́ṳ̸́ ̸̖̈́d̴̰͌ơ̴̢i̵̹̓ņ̸͘g̷͔̕?̸̫̈́ ̵̙͊W̶͕̍h̴͕̀y̵̞͝ ̴̺͂a̶̱̚r̵͙̐e̷͍͠ ̵̪̀y̷̱͐o̸̕ͅu̸̖̽ ̴̲̓h̸͉̑ë̸̞r̸̜̾e̷͉͝?̵̣̃

"That...that is not English." Jude deadpanned, pausing in his attempts to get the shackles off. He felt his blush grow. Here he was traveling internationally studying a field that heavily relies on cross-cultural communication and all he was fluent in was English, internet memes, and just enough Spanish to order from his favorite taco truck.

Now looking just as confused as Jude, the boy rushed with a string of what sounded like questions, wriggling around until the two were facing each other as he spoke, causing Jude to accidentally drop his makeshift lockpick.

"Y̸͇̽o̵̲͠u̵̪͛ ̵̨͌ȟ̸̙e̵͕͘l̶̯̍p̶̯̀.̷̡͝.̶̥͝.̵̱̌b̷̺̐ú̸̪t̸̠̓ ̵͓͌y̸̝͑o̸͈͑u̴͚͝ ̸̡̽s̶̪̅p̴̜͋e̷̫̐a̴̳̒k̴̺̕ ̴͖̚l̵͚̈́i̶̜̋k̵͔̍e̷̯͛ ̷͔́h̸̼̀ȋ̴͔m̴̱̔.̴̻͆ ̷͉̀W̷͎͗h̵̢̔ạ̷̈t̴̲͌ ̶̧͒ì̴̥s̴̤̕ ̸̫̅t̸̻̋h̴̝̓i̵̹̍s̴̪̀?̷̥͛ ̴̻̉Ị̶͌s̵̰͛ ̸̹́P̸̤̿r̶͇͂o̴͕͑v̶͒͜i̷̦̐d̷̻̾e̷̤͒n̸͎̏c̵̯͠ë̶͎ ̴̪̌p̶͔̀l̶̫̂ą̸͆y̴͎͠į̵͊n̸̻͑g̵̥̓ ̶̮̏a̷̻̒ ̵̬̐t̴͓̓ȑ̷̪i̷͎͘c̶̞̈ǩ̷̬ ̴͓̉o̷̤̿ṅ̷͓ ̴͖̕m̶̗͆e̴̙̐?̵̹͂ ̴̘̕W̶̨͋ḧ̸͖́ÿ̴̥́ ̴͕͗a̸̘̾r̷̫̀e̵͎͑ ̶͈̏y̶̓ͅõ̶̰u̶̙̐ ̷̙̈́r̶͇̉ę̷̈́d̷͝ͅ?̶̡̈́ ̴̟̋H̵̭̔e̸̲̅l̸͉̍p̴̞̈ ̶̨̀m̷̫͝e̶̔ͅ,̴̜͑ ̷̬͑h̶͓͐e̵̥͊l̶̮̄p̶̙͝ ̸̜̉m̸̳̽ë̵͉ ̷̭̽ã̸̜n̵̞͗d̵̟͒ ̷̤͊y̷̥̚o̵̱̍ṳ̵̔ ̸̪͗w̵̭͑i̵̟͛l̶̮̐l̸̯͛ ̷͇́n̷͓͊ȩ̸͒ṽ̸̙e̵̛̳r̴͍̔ ̷̛͔w̷̗͛a̷̲̓n̴̢͐t̷̗͘ ̴̠̚f̵͉̍o̸̟͐r̸̳̅ ̶̥͊ḁ̷̽n̵̹͊y̴̮͐t̴͍̓h̶͍̿i̶̥̓n̶̼̉g̴͔̃.̴͖̽ ̷̭͆W̴̗̍h̵̨͂a̶̰͊ẗ̷͈́ ̴͕̊i̷̋ͅs̸̼͑ ̸͉͆ȋ̶͎ť̵͉ ̷̻̃y̴̫͊ọ̸̅ű̴̦ ̴̠̚d̷̞́ę̶͒s̸̬̽ì̷̟r̸̖̚e̷̜̐?̵̗͗ ̷̥́Ỉ̴͇ ̸̣̈́s̷̥̏h̸̡̚a̴̻̅l̶̻͛l̴̐ͅ ̴̈́ͅǵ̵̗r̸̯̈́å̶͓n̶͉̾t̸̳̑ ̶̠͐i̵͌ͅt̷̞͒ ̴͚̎t̷̮̐o̶͎͋ ̷̞͝ÿ̶̟́o̸̝̓ū̶̫.̷͉̊ The boy's speech was calm, but there was an underlying desperation that was hard to miss. And the way he glared at Jude, eyes narrowed and determined...it was freaking him out a little.

"Dude! Look, I'm sorry, I can't understand you and I'm pretty sure it goes the other way around, but PLEASE!" he begged, reaching for the other's bound wrists once again "We both need to get out of here before whoever kidnapped you comes back!"

The boy stilled and looked taken aback, but remained quiet and pliant as Jude coaxed him to turn around. Grasping at the boy's wrists, Jude started scraping at the shackles once again. To the dismay of them both, the lockpicking effort was going nowhere fast.

"Okay I...this isn't working." Jude sighed, standing up. He nervously glanced back toward the direction he came. It had only taken him what, fifteen minutes to find this clearing? And that was him going at a leisurely pace. If he sprinted he could get a bolt cutter from the supply chest and be back within minutes, right?

Mind racing, he didn't notice the soft noises of movement in the distance behind him. Nor did he notice the quiet curse that was whispered under someone's breath. He was so preoccupied in his thoughts that he didn't hear movement behind him until it was too late.

A hand shot out from behind him, moving so quickly that Jude had no time to react before it rushed to cover his mouth as another pinned his arm behind his back.

"̶̖̰̯̕N̵̞̾o̵̖̩̐̇͠!̶̳͊̀̌"̸̹̉L̵̰͊́ơ̵͚̌̉ô̶̗͓k̴͍̾̽͘͜ ̵͓̑͗ȯ̸̢u̷̗͂͜t̵̨̞̙͐̕͝!̵̀͜

"Wha-hmmph!"

"Jude, I told you to be patient and wait at the camp for me."

Jude stiffened at the sound of Professor Steele's voice, mumbling indignantly from behind the hand which had been pressed tightly over his mouth. Shaking his head, he managed to dislodge it enough for him to shout at his chaperone.

"Prof, what the hell! Did you do this?" Jude shouted, jerking his head toward the boy in the cage, who now crouched with his back pressed against the bars in an effort to get as far away as possible, eyes wide. "You took him didn't you? Oh my god you're fucking insane- This isn't research, this is trafficking!" He screamed, violently wrenching his body away from the professor's grasp.

Jude tried to sprint away, but Steele tackled him, still screaming, to the ground.

"Jude! Listen, just- dammit boy!" Steele grunted. He straddled his student, pinning Jude's hands to the ground with his knees while he clamped one hand over the redhead's mouth yet again.

"You weren't supposed to see this, not yet." Steele muttered, slipping his shoulder bag off with his free hand and digging through its contents, pushing aside hemp rope and leather-bound notebooks while he struggled to keep Jude restrained. "I had meant to train you first before including you in this project, but it looks like that won't be the case."

"Mrhhphh!"

Jude's eyes went wide. Train...like a dog? Is that why that guy was in a fucking kennel?!

Frantic and desperate, Jude opened his mouth as best he could and bit down, hard. Steele cursed, yanking his hand back but remaining stubbornly on top of his charge. "Jude! I can't have you interfering..." he growled, the squirming boy still under his control as Jude's thrashing became more and more desperate. From the cage beside them there came a furious growl, making Jude jump slightly as he turned to see the boy in the cage, eyes wide and snarling.

"̵̼͑B̴̦͐ȃ̴̖s̸̲̋t̴͔̅ă̴̗r̷͚̽d̵͖̉!̶̥̋ ̵̠́G̷̤̕o̵̰̓ ̵̛͓t̷̤͒ȯ̴̜ ̶͍̂h̴̥̚ḙ̶̉l̶͖͑ḽ̴̓!̸̹͝

"Don't you start!" Steele snapped at the other boy, and Jude felt his fear boil over into rage.

"What kind of monster are you! Let me go- let HIM go!" Jude cried, but Steele's eyes darkened.

"Do you even realize how many weeks it took me to catch it?" Steele whispered, and the coldness in his voice made Jude freeze. "All that time spent keeping up appearances...it's my fault really, I should have informed you. It would have saved us both a lot of trouble." Finally done rummaging through his bag, Steele pulled out a handkerchief and held it aloft in his fist.

"Fuck you! You're a kidnapper, what kind of freak puts someone in a cage!" Jude screamed, "Of course you should have let me know, I would have said how CRAZY this all is!"

"I can't deal with this right now...not now." Steele muttered, balling up the cloth in his hand and bringing it closer and closer to Jude's mouth.

"What are you- don't, wait a minute stop sto-mmmphh!" Jude's protests were cut off as the bundle of cloth was stuffed past his lips, trapping his tongue. The growls and shouts from the cage grew louder as Steele flipped Jude over forcefully, slamming his knee into the small of Jude's back as he grabbed the boy's wrists and lashed them together.

"I didn't mean for this to happen...damn it all, Jude." Steele reached for a second strip of cloth, slipping it between Jude's lips and tying it behind his head tightly to keep him from spitting out the first.

"NNgh! Lmm mrh mmph!"

Despite his struggling, Steele grabbed Jude by the shoulders and wrestled him toward the open cage door. "I know you're scared and you don't understand what's going on, but you will." The professor remained eerily calm, even as he clenched the back of Jude's neck in a vice-like grip in order to force him head first into the cage. "Just sit tight with it for now, I'll figure something out. I'll figure...something."

Jude was pushed into the other boy's lap before the cage door slammed shut behind him. Twisting awkwardly, he was able to crane his neck to see Steele taking quick, long strides back into the direction of the camp.

"Hmmph! Mphmphh!" Jude called out weakly. Anger and confusion quickly turned to fear, and despite his best efforts, he felt his eyes begin to water.

"Ẉ̷͝h̸̑ͅe̶̳͐r̵̟͝e̷͖̕ ̶̝̒d̴̬̋ȍ̶̫ ̷̝̇y̶̰̓o̶͕̿ȕ̸̪ ̴̝̓t̵͔̕h̵̟͐i̴̬̎n̸̞͒k̶̓ͅ ̸̤̾y̶̮̌o̸͕͝ů̸̝'̵̣̾r̸̜͊e̶̮̔ ̶̧̇g̴̭̓ǒ̸͎i̴͖͋n̷͓̚ǵ̵͇?̸͎͘ ̷̫͒G̸͙͗e̸̡̾ţ̴͐ ̸̣̿b̸̦̌ā̷͙c̶̀͜k̵̹̔ ̷̟̕ḣ̸̤e̶͈̋r̸̬̂e̶̼̓ ̸̝͆a̸̻͑n̶̼͗d̴̬́ ̶̧͌f̷̩́ì̸̯g̷̭͑h̶͈͌t̵̲̑ ̴͉̔w̴̤͘i̸̺͒t̶̙͝h̷̠̏ ̵͇̈d̴̥̕i̷͕͊g̶̙͊n̸͔͠i̴͕͠t̷͖̓y̷̻̚!̸̱̐ ̷̲͌"

The other boy shouted furiously after Steele, only to be ignored. The professor disappeared back into the woods, and the two of them were left alone.

Caged.

And helpless.