The start of the noncon in this part so a warning to all you out there to go on and skip ahead. Thanks for the reviews and reading once again everyone! I’m so pleased to know everyone is interested in different aspects of the story. I’m sorry the last updates have been a bit fast-paced and full of typos.
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Connor couldn’t accurately recall what happened after he bit down on finger that began probing inside his mouth. There was a sound of something cracking and a flash of light before blanking out for what seemed like a few minutes. When he had finally snapped out of it he was suddenly face to face with Washington, merely inches between them.
So very close.
He was on his lap, straddling the man’s waist with his legs, lying there against his chest. He made to move, but a hand on the small of his back held him there firmly, digging into his skin like talons. He groaned lightly as his head began to ache sharply, a bump forming somewhere upon his scalp no doubt.
“I’m sorry I had to do that Connor.” He was anything but sorry, the vicious glint in his eyes and wide smirk revealed that much, “But you should understand that you shall be punished accordingly when you misbehave like that, even if you are my favorite.” He stiffened as the hand on his lower back started move in small circles, threatening to go lower. Washington’s grin widened when Connor moved forward, into him, trying to escape the hand. He chuckled lightly and Connor wished he had a free hand so he could punch that grin right off of his face.
But that would get him nowhere. The only thing Connor could really do was watch and wait for the right moment to break free of this now madman’s grasp, escape then make a plan on when to punch him in the face for what he was doing, what he had done. He had to start slow and right now was a good enough time as any--what else was he supposed to do when constrained in heavy chains?--however he couldn’t think straight with the man touching him in such a perplexing manner. He didn’t know exactly what he was trying to achieve with such actions or if they were even working in the way he wanted them to.
Either way, he didn’t want to find out.
“Washington. . . . .King,” he added in quickly when the man’s expression soured momentarily, for now he needed to play on his good side. “Why are you keeping me here under such restraints? We are allies are we not? Friends even, what is your purpose keeping me here like this?”
“Well as delightful as you were when you were. . . . . .extremely compliant,” Connor felt his upper lip curl into a snarl as the man purred, “I missed seeing that lively spark in your eyes, speaking to you with that riveting naive tone your words always carried, the way you moved like a tense and powerful wolf. I missed you as you were consciously, however that’s not saying there were particular things that I liked about you when you were unaware.” Something dark glinted in the depths of his blue eyes, something dangerous.
“What could be better about me unaware?” He growled, glowering back up into those eyes, refusing to back down at his intimidation attempt.
“You weren’t able to talk back for one. As much as I like your feisty, biting voice there are sometimes that I could really go with out it. Secondly you weren’t able to fight back.” Now that leer spreading across his face was anything but good. Connor froze lightly, wishing he knew just what exactly he intended, uncomfortable he still didn't know
“What do you mean “not able to fight back?” He questioned lowly. The man chuckled loudly making Connor’s hair stand up on end in likeness to the moment before being struck by a bolt of lighting.
“Sometimes the sheer amount of obliviousness you possess Connor is too much for me. Never mind what I said, I will let you figure out what I meant for on your own later on.”
“What is that supposed to mean to me? Washington you are speaking in nothing but riddles, tell me it is why you keep me here chained like a dog when we are allies!” He snapped angrily. The man’s grin fell and a scowl broke out across his features, maybe not yelling in his face would have gotten him a gentler response. The hand that had been tracing light circles on his back stopped and dragged its self down before resting against his thigh, squeezing it tightly and digging his nails into it making Connor hiss.
“What did I tell you about speaking to me in such a way?” He cautioned nearly inaudibly, pulling the leash to move him closer. Connor glared back at him, tugging at the chains around his wrists once more in outrage. He noticed the soldiers who brought him there now stood behind the throne, raising the end of their muskets in warning along with their King's.
“Sorry my King.” He spat, the hand on his thigh gripped his leg hard for another moment before releasing it, the scowl falling from his lips and being replaced with that menacing grin once more.
“Better. I suppose I can answer your questions, although I don’t think you really deserve them over such a rude display of disobedience.” He mused thoughtfully, watching as Connor struggled at his bonds again. “The reason you are being held here in such a manner is because I didn’t want you running off.”
“Washington, you and I are allies, or we were. I do not understand why you are acting in the way that you do. If it is for my actions at Valley Forge and trying to stop your attack on my village I will not apologize for it. It was vile and wrong and twisted. I will not beg for forgiveness when you know, deep down inside you it was not right.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance making Connor bristle in anger, how dare he act so nonchalantly about the slaughter of his people? They didn’t deserve such violence!
“That isn’t the reason for why you are being held like this.” Confused, Connor opened his mouth to demand why but he was silenced when the other began speaking once more, “You are being held here because if I let you run around freely you would leave.”
“Of course I would leave! I need to make sure that my people are all right, that they are safe, that my friends are all safe as well. Why would you keep me from them?”
“Because then they would know that you are alive and come after you?” He stated simply.
“But why would they think that? I have been gone long yes, but it is not enough for them to believe me dead.”He was truly about to give up on speaking to Washington. A once intelligent man now rambled about his strange reasons for doing things a sane one would shake their head at. Had the Apple turned his mind into nothing but soup?
“Oh of course but when they saw your dead body, laying in front of them what more could they do?” The malicious grin was back and Connor gaped in anger.
“You tricked them? How could you do that?! Why would you do that?” He demanded furiously, this was past the point of ridiculous now.
“Because if they knew you were alive they would have come after you.” The hand on his thigh began to move up and down slowly, deliberately. “I cannot have them trying to take what is rightfully mine. It is easier for them to believe you are dead so they do not come after you in the first place.”
Connor’s mind spun, his friends could not have honestly thought him to be dead, it wasn’t possible, they were not so foolish. Washington was just ranting, there was no way they could have fallen for such a half-hearted attempt at a ruse. He must be trying to puzzle him, to trick him or something. But why? Why was he doing this? Why!
“ Why? How could you do this to me? To them?” It couldn’t really be the Apple could it? The artifact was to be used as a weapon or a key to unlimited knowledge, but it seemed to truly be drawing Washington insane. Making Connor’s friends believe him to be dead, keeping him here when they had been close allies before the power had fallen accidentally into his hands. And for what? To keep him here locked up for the rest of his life for no reason? No, there had to be a reason. Perhaps he was afraid he would interfere with his plans like with his attack on the village.
“You must understand Connor,” There were those words again, “Being King my possessions are highly valued to others. I cannot have someone coming after my most treasured one.
“I am not an object, Washington.”
The man ignored him as he moved his hand closer to his hip, making him draw in a sharp breath. The uneasiness that had been growing in the pit of his stomach since he had been delivered into the throne room was making his heart jump into his throat. “Get your hands off of me.”
“I quite like them where they are. “ He sneered back, playing with the rim of his breeches now. He went to shift but Washington’s hand went to his waist and held him there, pulling him closer and making him brush up against something that made his stomach drop.
Oh.
“Washington-” He started before the man suddenly moved forward, pressing their bodies together closely, whispering in his ear.
“Do you know exactly how enticing you are?” He nipped at his ear lightly, bile rising in his throat. “Ever since I laid eyes on you I’ve wanted you. Wanted you like this, to be all mine. But I held back, I resisted these feelings. No more, I’ve refused them long enough and I will not allow myself to be driven mad by having something that I can never truly experience.”
“Washington please think about this,” the man was slipping his hand up his shirt, humming softly in content as he ran his fingers over his abdomen, “it’s the Apple that’s making you do this. Just let go of the-” he choked on the rest as he dragged his nails down his skin, tearing deep scratches into it.
“Are you trying to steal the Apple from me Connor?” He questioned icily, pausing for a moment. “Is that why you want me to get rid of it? So you can take it’s power for yourself?”
“I do not want to take it! Do you hear yourself? You have become obsessed with it, you are not acting like yourself, Washington. It is changing you into a completely different man! The real Washington would not let himself be manipulated like this. You must let me go, hide the Apple away from yourself so it does not continue to control you.” He pleaded, watching as the man moved away from him for a moment, looking conflicted. He held his breath for a moment as Washington glanced back at him, for a moment his eyes were as unreadable as the soldiers who guarded him. He reached a hand up and cradled his cheek, making Connor sigh in relief. He had managed to talk him out of what he'd planned, the only thing left was to have him undo the chains-
Eyes widening in surprise as the former commander undid his ponytail, grinning lightly as he watched his hair fall down to frame his face.
“Quite lovely hair you have Connor, it makes you look all the more seductive.” Connor’s face fell in surprise before lighting up angrily, tugging fiercely at the chains around his wrists he shouted at the man.
“You monster! You are a beast of a man with no heart and no conscience! How could you think, even in your changed mind, that this is right? Why are you letting yourself continue to be taken and transformed by this evil influence in your palm? Why do you let yourself hurt those who are your friends? Why would you do-” The harsh slap upon his cheek snapped him out of his tirade.
Connor was really tired of getting hit in the face.
He froze when he saw the glint of a knife as it was drawn from it’s sheath on Washington’s side. The jewels glittered in the light, almost like a predator when it bares it’s teeth, as he brought it up to Connor’s face. He tapped the point against his cheek before laying it against his skin, not yet pressing hard enough to draw blood.
“Perhaps now you will mind your tongue when speaking to me in such a way again.” Lowering the knife lightly to his chest, remaining still as Washington looked him over in wicked glee. “Where should I start first?” Tapping the blade against the layer of his outer robes, moving it up to the hollow of Connor’s neck he stuck it in, making him flinch in response, stopping however when the blade grazed skin. Dragging it down leisurely, deliberately, he sliced through the clothes as if they were butter, stopping where his breeches began. He then used his free hand to push the clothes back, stopping when he met chain. “You’ll have to forgive me for destroying your clothes, I had always thought about undoing them myself you see. It would be like the equivalent to a game, for every layer discarded the closer I get to my prize, making the end result all the more wonderful.” He licked his lips, tongue sliding over one of his canines when his lips curled into a smirk. “But that would be too tedious and time consuming, and easy to make one grow frustrated when in the middle of intense passion.” He stated fondly, as if he were addressing a lover and not a restrained, unwilling captive.
“Stop.” Connor pleaded, trying desperately to slip his hands out of the chains without the man noticing his efforts.
“Stop what?” He asked innocently. “We haven’t even begun our session of foreplay yet and you request me to stop all ready? You’ll change your mind when we get to the main event I assure you. It will not take long before you are telling me not to stop.” He looked away from the man as swept his gaze hungrily over his chest, seeing if there was something, anything he could use to his advantage. His search only ended in failure when he saw that the room was completely bare and the eyes of the soldiers who stood guard, staring at him, even more so.
Without warning Washington completely tore off his breeches, making him shout in surprise and rage, his shout turning into a squeak when a cold hand was suddenly grabbing him below. The man seemed to revel in his shock as he grinned up at him.
“Well that was a very interesting noise.” He purred, squeezing him firmly.
“S-Stop, please.” He stuttered out as he tried to back away and off his lap, onto the floor. Away from Washington, away from his groping hands, away from this. The hand griping his cock tightened painfully, making him whimper lightly in misery as the man started to work him.
“What? You didn’t think I was so cruel as to make sure you didn’t experience pleasure too, did you?” Washington smirked, working him into arousal. No, no, no. His body shouldn’t be doing this, his body shouldn’t be taking pleasure in this man’s torture. He nearly cried out in anguish, first it was his father then his friend and ally, and now his own body was betraying him. Letting itself get hard from the man’s cruel grip on him, not being able to fight back against the man’s sloppy movements to arouse him with unwanted pleasure. He squeezed his eyes shut in agony as warm blood dripped down his wrists from tearing the skin during his struggling, feeling a mouth latch onto his neck and bite down. He bit back a gasp as his body shuddered, the hand teasing the head and the mouth starting to suck harshly.
Get off me, get off me, get off me, get off me! He screamed mentally as he bit down hard on his lip, for he knew that if he tried to demand the former Commander to do so a very different sound would escape his lips.
The mouth parted from his neck, giving a light kiss to the now tender skin before moving away. A hand wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer to where his chin now rested upon the clothed shoulder of Washington. Opening his eyes he allowed himself to stare back into those of the mindless soldiers behind the throne, wishing in that moment he could be as removed from the world as they.
The hand on his cock released him before grabbing thighs, lifting him up for a moment. He heard the rustling of fabric as the man squirmed below him before setting him back down on his lap, skin to skin now. Feeling his insides turn to ice as the man pulled him closer, whispering lewdly into his ear, “Now you can beg me to stop.”
The scream that tore from his throat echoed through the empty halls.
Welcome to the New Age - Part 6/???
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Connor couldn’t accurately recall what happened after he bit down on finger that began probing inside his mouth. There was a sound of something cracking and a flash of light before blanking out for what seemed like a few minutes. When he had finally snapped out of it he was suddenly face to face with Washington, merely inches between them.
So very close.
He was on his lap, straddling the man’s waist with his legs, lying there against his chest. He made to move, but a hand on the small of his back held him there firmly, digging into his skin like talons. He groaned lightly as his head began to ache sharply, a bump forming somewhere upon his scalp no doubt.
“I’m sorry I had to do that Connor.” He was anything but sorry, the vicious glint in his eyes and wide smirk revealed that much, “But you should understand that you shall be punished accordingly when you misbehave like that, even if you are my favorite.” He stiffened as the hand on his lower back started move in small circles, threatening to go lower. Washington’s grin widened when Connor moved forward, into him, trying to escape the hand. He chuckled lightly and Connor wished he had a free hand so he could punch that grin right off of his face.
But that would get him nowhere. The only thing Connor could really do was watch and wait for the right moment to break free of this now madman’s grasp, escape then make a plan on when to punch him in the face for what he was doing, what he had done. He had to start slow and right now was a good enough time as any--what else was he supposed to do when constrained in heavy chains?--however he couldn’t think straight with the man touching him in such a perplexing manner. He didn’t know exactly what he was trying to achieve with such actions or if they were even working in the way he wanted them to.
Either way, he didn’t want to find out.
“Washington. . . . .King,” he added in quickly when the man’s expression soured momentarily, for now he needed to play on his good side. “Why are you keeping me here under such restraints? We are allies are we not? Friends even, what is your purpose keeping me here like this?”
“Well as delightful as you were when you were. . . . . .extremely compliant,” Connor felt his upper lip curl into a snarl as the man purred, “I missed seeing that lively spark in your eyes, speaking to you with that riveting naive tone your words always carried, the way you moved like a tense and powerful wolf. I missed you as you were consciously, however that’s not saying there were particular things that I liked about you when you were unaware.” Something dark glinted in the depths of his blue eyes, something dangerous.
“What could be better about me unaware?” He growled, glowering back up into those eyes, refusing to back down at his intimidation attempt.
“You weren’t able to talk back for one. As much as I like your feisty, biting voice there are sometimes that I could really go with out it. Secondly you weren’t able to fight back.” Now that leer spreading across his face was anything but good. Connor froze lightly, wishing he knew just what exactly he intended, uncomfortable he still didn't know
“What do you mean “not able to fight back?” He questioned lowly. The man chuckled loudly making Connor’s hair stand up on end in likeness to the moment before being struck by a bolt of lighting.
“Sometimes the sheer amount of obliviousness you possess Connor is too much for me. Never mind what I said, I will let you figure out what I meant for on your own later on.”
“What is that supposed to mean to me? Washington you are speaking in nothing but riddles, tell me it is why you keep me here chained like a dog when we are allies!” He snapped angrily. The man’s grin fell and a scowl broke out across his features, maybe not yelling in his face would have gotten him a gentler response. The hand that had been tracing light circles on his back stopped and dragged its self down before resting against his thigh, squeezing it tightly and digging his nails into it making Connor hiss.
“What did I tell you about speaking to me in such a way?” He cautioned nearly inaudibly, pulling the leash to move him closer. Connor glared back at him, tugging at the chains around his wrists once more in outrage. He noticed the soldiers who brought him there now stood behind the throne, raising the end of their muskets in warning along with their King's.
“Sorry my King.” He spat, the hand on his thigh gripped his leg hard for another moment before releasing it, the scowl falling from his lips and being replaced with that menacing grin once more.
“Better. I suppose I can answer your questions, although I don’t think you really deserve them over such a rude display of disobedience.” He mused thoughtfully, watching as Connor struggled at his bonds again. “The reason you are being held here in such a manner is because I didn’t want you running off.”
“Washington, you and I are allies, or we were. I do not understand why you are acting in the way that you do. If it is for my actions at Valley Forge and trying to stop your attack on my village I will not apologize for it. It was vile and wrong and twisted. I will not beg for forgiveness when you know, deep down inside you it was not right.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance making Connor bristle in anger, how dare he act so nonchalantly about the slaughter of his people? They didn’t deserve such violence!
“That isn’t the reason for why you are being held like this.” Confused, Connor opened his mouth to demand why but he was silenced when the other began speaking once more, “You are being held here because if I let you run around freely you would leave.”
“Of course I would leave! I need to make sure that my people are all right, that they are safe, that my friends are all safe as well. Why would you keep me from them?”
“Because then they would know that you are alive and come after you?” He stated simply.
“But why would they think that? I have been gone long yes, but it is not enough for them to believe me dead.”He was truly about to give up on speaking to Washington. A once intelligent man now rambled about his strange reasons for doing things a sane one would shake their head at. Had the Apple turned his mind into nothing but soup?
“Oh of course but when they saw your dead body, laying in front of them what more could they do?” The malicious grin was back and Connor gaped in anger.
“You tricked them? How could you do that?! Why would you do that?” He demanded furiously, this was past the point of ridiculous now.
“Because if they knew you were alive they would have come after you.” The hand on his thigh began to move up and down slowly, deliberately. “I cannot have them trying to take what is rightfully mine. It is easier for them to believe you are dead so they do not come after you in the first place.”
Connor’s mind spun, his friends could not have honestly thought him to be dead, it wasn’t possible, they were not so foolish. Washington was just ranting, there was no way they could have fallen for such a half-hearted attempt at a ruse. He must be trying to puzzle him, to trick him or something. But why? Why was he doing this? Why!
“ Why? How could you do this to me? To them?” It couldn’t really be the Apple could it? The artifact was to be used as a weapon or a key to unlimited knowledge, but it seemed to truly be drawing Washington insane. Making Connor’s friends believe him to be dead, keeping him here when they had been close allies before the power had fallen accidentally into his hands. And for what? To keep him here locked up for the rest of his life for no reason? No, there had to be a reason. Perhaps he was afraid he would interfere with his plans like with his attack on the village.
“You must understand Connor,” There were those words again, “Being King my possessions are highly valued to others. I cannot have someone coming after my most treasured one.
“I am not an object, Washington.”
The man ignored him as he moved his hand closer to his hip, making him draw in a sharp breath. The uneasiness that had been growing in the pit of his stomach since he had been delivered into the throne room was making his heart jump into his throat. “Get your hands off of me.”
“I quite like them where they are. “ He sneered back, playing with the rim of his breeches now. He went to shift but Washington’s hand went to his waist and held him there, pulling him closer and making him brush up against something that made his stomach drop.
Oh.
“Washington-” He started before the man suddenly moved forward, pressing their bodies together closely, whispering in his ear.
“Do you know exactly how enticing you are?” He nipped at his ear lightly, bile rising in his throat. “Ever since I laid eyes on you I’ve wanted you. Wanted you like this, to be all mine. But I held back, I resisted these feelings. No more, I’ve refused them long enough and I will not allow myself to be driven mad by having something that I can never truly experience.”
“Washington please think about this,” the man was slipping his hand up his shirt, humming softly in content as he ran his fingers over his abdomen, “it’s the Apple that’s making you do this. Just let go of the-” he choked on the rest as he dragged his nails down his skin, tearing deep scratches into it.
“Are you trying to steal the Apple from me Connor?” He questioned icily, pausing for a moment. “Is that why you want me to get rid of it? So you can take it’s power for yourself?”
“I do not want to take it! Do you hear yourself? You have become obsessed with it, you are not acting like yourself, Washington. It is changing you into a completely different man! The real Washington would not let himself be manipulated like this. You must let me go, hide the Apple away from yourself so it does not continue to control you.” He pleaded, watching as the man moved away from him for a moment, looking conflicted. He held his breath for a moment as Washington glanced back at him, for a moment his eyes were as unreadable as the soldiers who guarded him. He reached a hand up and cradled his cheek, making Connor sigh in relief. He had managed to talk him out of what he'd planned, the only thing left was to have him undo the chains-
Eyes widening in surprise as the former commander undid his ponytail, grinning lightly as he watched his hair fall down to frame his face.
“Quite lovely hair you have Connor, it makes you look all the more seductive.” Connor’s face fell in surprise before lighting up angrily, tugging fiercely at the chains around his wrists he shouted at the man.
“You monster! You are a beast of a man with no heart and no conscience! How could you think, even in your changed mind, that this is right? Why are you letting yourself continue to be taken and transformed by this evil influence in your palm? Why do you let yourself hurt those who are your friends? Why would you do-” The harsh slap upon his cheek snapped him out of his tirade.
Connor was really tired of getting hit in the face.
He froze when he saw the glint of a knife as it was drawn from it’s sheath on Washington’s side. The jewels glittered in the light, almost like a predator when it bares it’s teeth, as he brought it up to Connor’s face. He tapped the point against his cheek before laying it against his skin, not yet pressing hard enough to draw blood.
“Perhaps now you will mind your tongue when speaking to me in such a way again.” Lowering the knife lightly to his chest, remaining still as Washington looked him over in wicked glee. “Where should I start first?” Tapping the blade against the layer of his outer robes, moving it up to the hollow of Connor’s neck he stuck it in, making him flinch in response, stopping however when the blade grazed skin. Dragging it down leisurely, deliberately, he sliced through the clothes as if they were butter, stopping where his breeches began. He then used his free hand to push the clothes back, stopping when he met chain. “You’ll have to forgive me for destroying your clothes, I had always thought about undoing them myself you see. It would be like the equivalent to a game, for every layer discarded the closer I get to my prize, making the end result all the more wonderful.” He licked his lips, tongue sliding over one of his canines when his lips curled into a smirk. “But that would be too tedious and time consuming, and easy to make one grow frustrated when in the middle of intense passion.” He stated fondly, as if he were addressing a lover and not a restrained, unwilling captive.
“Stop.” Connor pleaded, trying desperately to slip his hands out of the chains without the man noticing his efforts.
“Stop what?” He asked innocently. “We haven’t even begun our session of foreplay yet and you request me to stop all ready? You’ll change your mind when we get to the main event I assure you. It will not take long before you are telling me not to stop.” He looked away from the man as swept his gaze hungrily over his chest, seeing if there was something, anything he could use to his advantage. His search only ended in failure when he saw that the room was completely bare and the eyes of the soldiers who stood guard, staring at him, even more so.
Without warning Washington completely tore off his breeches, making him shout in surprise and rage, his shout turning into a squeak when a cold hand was suddenly grabbing him below. The man seemed to revel in his shock as he grinned up at him.
“Well that was a very interesting noise.” He purred, squeezing him firmly.
“S-Stop, please.” He stuttered out as he tried to back away and off his lap, onto the floor. Away from Washington, away from his groping hands, away from this. The hand griping his cock tightened painfully, making him whimper lightly in misery as the man started to work him.
“What? You didn’t think I was so cruel as to make sure you didn’t experience pleasure too, did you?” Washington smirked, working him into arousal. No, no, no. His body shouldn’t be doing this, his body shouldn’t be taking pleasure in this man’s torture. He nearly cried out in anguish, first it was his father then his friend and ally, and now his own body was betraying him. Letting itself get hard from the man’s cruel grip on him, not being able to fight back against the man’s sloppy movements to arouse him with unwanted pleasure. He squeezed his eyes shut in agony as warm blood dripped down his wrists from tearing the skin during his struggling, feeling a mouth latch onto his neck and bite down. He bit back a gasp as his body shuddered, the hand teasing the head and the mouth starting to suck harshly.
Get off me, get off me, get off me, get off me! He screamed mentally as he bit down hard on his lip, for he knew that if he tried to demand the former Commander to do so a very different sound would escape his lips.
The mouth parted from his neck, giving a light kiss to the now tender skin before moving away. A hand wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer to where his chin now rested upon the clothed shoulder of Washington. Opening his eyes he allowed himself to stare back into those of the mindless soldiers behind the throne, wishing in that moment he could be as removed from the world as they.
The hand on his cock released him before grabbing thighs, lifting him up for a moment. He heard the rustling of fabric as the man squirmed below him before setting him back down on his lap, skin to skin now. Feeling his insides turn to ice as the man pulled him closer, whispering lewdly into his ear, “Now you can beg me to stop.”
The scream that tore from his throat echoed through the empty halls.