Sebastian: The Complete Series (39 page)

A
t first, I was relieved. I don’t know why. Anthony wasn’t there, it was just Robert’s ex, but then everything before that moment where I saw him came back and I looked about the room again, the cellar I should say, and back to him.

“What are you doing, dickhead? Let me go.”

“You are
so
rude. Considering your current situation, I would’ve thought you may have used some common sense to shut that big mouth of yours for a little while.” Leo stood beside the bed, glancing over me slowly. “I think
perhaps
you’re underestimating the severity of the situation. Just take a moment to clear your silly mind and really think about what’s going on here.”

I tugged my arms down, remembering I was strapped to the bed. How that little bit of info slipped away, I had no idea, but it came running back with the force of a Mike Tyson punch to the face and I again looked at the room. The walls were painted grey but crumbling plaster had made it peel and crack, and the smell of damp and the chill in the air made me shiver. Against the far wall to my left was a table with something big on it, but the old curtain thrown over it hid it from view. There was one door, heavy and old, solid wood. The only exit.

“You’re mine now, Seb.”

“What are you doing, Leo? Have you lost your mind?”

“You’re still confused. I’m thinking perhaps I should explain, because time is moving on and I’ve grown bored of waiting for you to come round.” A splash of cold water made me shout out, my eyes closing as it ran down my face. Before I knew it, the sheet was ripped from me and I opened my eyes to see my naked body on the bed. My ankles were tied in thick, black tie wraps to some wooden posts. “Understand better now, boy?”

“Not really.” Or maybe I just didn’t
want
to believe what was going on. “You’re trying to make me leave Robert or some stupid thing.”

“You seriously
cannot
be
this
stupid.” Leo leaned over, grabbing my chin and making me look at him. “You’re still a little unfocused and bleary eyed. I hit you too hard I think.”

“You hit me?” I shook my head violently, removing his hand from me with a grunt.

“Yes.” He picked up a small wooden object from behind him. It looked like an old fashioned police man’s truncheon. “Back of the head as soon as we turned off the main road. You went out like a light. Much faster than the first person I used this on. I guess you get better at everything the more you practice.”

“First person?” I shivered hard, the cold in the air and the way he was toying with the truncheon making my skin burst out in goosebumps.

“Yes. You're not the first. No doubt you won’t be the last either.”

“Leo… You’re the client who took Damien, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Leo smiled and then clapped his hands together. “Oh, good, you’re catching on. I thought for a moment there I was going to have to do that whole
evil villain
monologue before we moved on, but well done you.”

“You're fucking mental. And by mental, I mean Jack Nicholson in
The Shining
mental.” I turned from him, wiping the tears from my stupid eyes on my arm strapped beside my face and took in a shuddery breath.

“Hmm, well, yes. Probably there is some sort of psychological reason, but I don’t consider myself insane. I just have particular tastes which are classed as abnormal.”

“Oh, no,
you’re
right. How could I possibly think anything about this whole situation was insane? Obviously,
I’m
wrong.” I looked about myself, making a big show of appearing to be calm and more me-like. “I mean, now I think about it, this is one hundred percent
not
what a crazy person would do.”

Leo placed his hands in his pockets and stared down at me, questioning me silently. “I just don’t get it. What does he see in you? Obviously you’re a good fuck, I saw just how good.” He winked at me and my stomach turned again. “But I just don’t get this.” He waved over my body and shook his head. “It’s just… you. The whole Sebastian package.”

“I’m just more awesomeness than you can handle. Don’t worry about it, most men have problems coping with just how truly great I am.”

“You are much more fun than my last pet.” Leo smirked as I felt every inch of me stiffen and grow colder.

“Pet, huh? I seriously doubt your pet handling abilities. I mean, I would
so
call the RSPCA if I saw you treating your dog like this. I’m pretty sure, like
really
sure, one hundred percent sure, that abusing animals is a big no no. Not to mention human beings, so… you know.” I flashed him a wide grin, smirking at the detached coldness drifting off him every time I back-chatted him.

“Let’s lead you back in the right direction, shall we? Which is easier to do now you’re tied down. Before, I imagine it would have been like herding cats.”

Herding cats! The tut made it from my mouth before I could stop it and I stared right into those cold blue eyes. “Okay, where were we? Let me recap. Crazy stalker dude, murdering bastard, sadistic fucker, oh, and that brought us to this. You killed Damien.”

“Oh no, I didn’t
just
kill him. That was the end. The fun part happened before, you see. We had so much time. I’m hoping I have longer with you. I’m learning how to look after my pets better each time. But then you’re such a trouble causer, Sebastian. I don’t know how long I can keep you with the police hanging around you so much. No doubt something will be traced back to me and I will have to release you to cover my arse. By release, I mean your body, not you. You’ll be long gone when they find what’s left of your body in the Thames. Its tide will drag you far away from here, from me.”

Leo ran his fingertip down my chest, my back arching as I tried to shake his touch from me, but all it did was make the tie wraps dig into my wrists and hurt even more. I wanted him to burn in hell for every millisecond he touched me, I wanted to make it stop, but it did nothing and he knew it. The wider smile on his lips made the bile in my throat release and I threw up over the side of the bed, enjoying it hit his shoes.

“Hmm, I hope that’s the last time something that unpleasant happens to you.” He stepped back, grabbing a rag and wiped down his shoes before stepping back to me and throwing another pint of ice cold water over my face. “All clean again.”

“Why?” I coughed as some of the water ran down my throat. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“They all say that!” Leo looked upwards, swaying slightly. “Does it honestly make what’s about to happen to you easier in some way to understand
why
I do what I do? I don’t get it. I’m pretty sure in your situation, I would be asking many other things, maybe even begging for my life, but they ALL ask that same question. Why! Why I do what I do? Why I choose them? Why can’t I just let them go? Oh, it goes on. I get bored, you know. Same old questions. I mean, don’t get me wrong—”

Leo turned and picked up a cane, swishing it in the air and bending the bamboo between his two hands. “The first time I tried to explain, the second time I watered it down. The third I just blanked. The fourth I had a bit of fun and lied, making up all kinds of crazy shit to see how he reacted. The fifth, Damien, I told him about you.” Leo looked down at me. “It was because of you he died, you see. I wanted you, but things happened.” He shook his head. “I had no other reason to tell him. He was a substitute for you.”

He placed the edge of the cane under my chin and looked into my eyes, I kept them on him, needing to know what was going to happen next. Thoughts ran through my mind, trying to cling onto hope, trying to think of positive things like someone must have seen him and me, someone should be able to tie up our calls, someone should find me before things go too far. It had been three or four hours, the police had to be looking for me by now. Robert would have called Harry when I didn’t check in with him. He always sends me texts and I reply instantly. When that didn’t happen, he would come looking for me.

“Aww, what’s wrong, little one? The realisation hitting you of what’s about to happen, or is it guilt for your
sort of
friend?” He leaned in and smirked at me. “Why mourn him? You barely knew him, he barely knew you, just in passing, and he had nothing to give me about you. Nothing at all and I tried so hard to get something out of him. And then I saw you.” Leo leaned back and laughed. “I saw you at the hotel with that other whore friend of yours. You were in London, right under my nose. That was the end for Damien. I knew I could plan to take you before things got too out of control, while they still searched for this Anthony you’re all so sure is killing these men.”

“It was never him?”

“No…” Leo smiled again. “It’s always been me, Sebastian. I saw you and wanted you, but there were issues stopping me from booking you. I had to get back in through the door. It had been a while since I used your agency… A, erm, little mistake there caused me to leave.” Leo swished the cane over my skin, not hitting me, but so close I could feel the wind from it moving over my body.

Leo moved away from me, shifting around a few things, the sounds of metal and heavy thumps making me wish I could see what he was doing and hoping it wasn’t as bad as what I had in my mind.

“Leo…”  I stopped. He’d heard it all before, and it hadn’t made a bit of difference. “Did you ever love him?”

Leo stopped moving and looked over his shoulder. “I presume you mean Robert? Yes. I did. I met him long before all this.” He waved his hands around nonchalantly before he turned back to his workbench. “Why?”

“Because he loved you. Because he trusted you and stuck by you, and all the time you were fucking around and…” I dragged my eyes off him and shut them. “Doing this.”

“Not all the time.” He moved back to me, waving something under my nose and I tried to stop breathing once I recognised the unmistakable scent of poppers. “There was a time when it was just me and him.” He pinched my cheeks in between his hands and held the bottle under my nose, his palm clamped over my mouth. “Shit happens, people change. I did love him. I still do.” He grinned at me as I held my breath. “Things with him were simple.”

Eventually, I had to breathe and he laughed as I sucked in a deep lungful of the potent drugs, the effect making my brain swing instantly and a dreamy state surround me as he removed his hand from my mouth, still waving the bottle under my nose. “Cheater.” I shook my head, and groaned.

“Oh, God. Cheating.
That’s
what you’re going with?” He laughed loudly. “We talked about being open, you know. He wasn’t up for it. I offered him a ménage, random hook ups. He didn’t go for any of it and neither of us worked alone. I’m not a bottom really. I topped, so did Robert, but I guess we both thought it would change. I conceded first and despite wanting to try it the other way around, it was a no go. I decided I loved him and we stuck it out, each of us hoping things would change with time, and they did… but for the worse.”

The sting of the crop on my thighs made me bite my bottom lip.

“We both have the same tastes, and it could have been fun to share moments like this with him. A young twink in our bed, both of us taking turns to fuck him. It could have been good. But it wasn’t to be.” Another sharper hit of the crop made me cry out. “Oh, that’s better.”

I sighed when he moved back, looking down my body and seeing three thick, red lines on the inside of my thigh. The pain had been harsh, but the realisation there was more to come and it would be much worse made the bile in my stomach make its way out again and onto the floor beside the bed.

“He’s not a sadistic fucker like you and he hates sharing.”

“Oh, yes, I know. I know all about him, pet. There’s no need to explain Robert to me, he’s like an open book, and after eight years, I know every page, reread them all three times. He loves you so much, doesn’t he?”

Leo brought down the crop harder, and I cried out, tears springing to my eyes. “There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. Nothing. It’s because of you things became so bad between us. He would’ve come back to me if it wasn’t for you. That’s when I found you, when I followed him to meet you one weekend. I just had to know who’d gotten him so messed up. When I saw you, I was happy. I thought maybe we could share you. I stayed behind after he’d gone, hoping to meet up with you, but when I found out where you worked, things took on a different direction.”