[Seedful]

Reed was lucky, in a way. Back when Phury was all messed up on red smoke, he went through a phase where he became known among lessers as the Mauler---for an acquired habit of rearranging lessers' joints with a hammer and chisel, and then leaving them there to gasp and flop like speared fish. Nasty shit---sometimes the Brothers had to come along behind him and put his prey out of their misery simply because it was the decent thing. 

Soon the two slayers were chained up nice and snug in their cells---separated by a thickness of wall which would permit them to hear the tortures their brethren were experiencing--Vishous himself appeared to do the honors with their harnesses. At the touch of a switch concealed machinery would haul the captive up into a kneeling position that was more or less ideal for fucking from behind. Another arrangement, and they could be penetrated from the front, wrists chained together above their head. His diamond eyes glowed wickedly as he tested the strength of the buckles. 

"There. Nice and secure. Even Rhage couldn't break this, and I've seen him snap navy steel! Enjoy, slut."

Thus he said to each of them, turning to leave the cell, nodding as he did to the vampire waiting in the hall.

"All yours." 

Eyes glowing faintly, the monster waiting slipped in after him, breathing softly the faint coffeeshop mocha smell of red smoke into the air. It was supposed to calm the prisoners down and make them less likely to fight. Time would tell how well it worked. 

((Reed, Tyson, which vampires do you want? PM me for descriptions if you can't decide!))