Sebastian: The Complete Series (40 page)

He grinned at me. “I could never love a whore. I didn’t think Robert would either. I thought this was perfect and he’d opened up a new side to himself, that we could have fun together.” He ran the leather straps of some sort of flogger through his fingers and shook his head. “He had to go fall in love with you, didn’t he? This all could have been avoided. I would never have hurt you if things had gone to plan. We could have had fun together, Seb. You would have enjoyed me.”

“I seriously doubt that there’s
anything
you can do to me which I would enjoy, dickhead.”

He laughed so loud it echoed in the room and I blinked heavily as I focused on him. “Oh, I love a challenge. I promise you two things will happen in the coming hours or days, depending on how fast Robert pushes the police to find you. One, you will have felt my touch on every part of your body, and two, you will have come hard for me.”

“Won’t happen.” I was really confident about that. Right then, there wasn’t anything else which I was more confident of. He could do what he wanted to me, but I would never come for him.

He hissed out as he grabbed my hair in his hand and wrenched it backward. “But it will. It
will
happen, Seb. Usually, it’s not the sex which makes me hard, but with you… I just have to see what drives Robert wild for you. I want to bury my cock deep inside you and ride you like I saw him doing two days ago.”

I felt my stomach turn again at the thought of him watching us. He’d been in the house. There was no break in, he just used his fucking key and walked upstairs watching us for God knows how long.

“You two were so hot, I came with you.” He grinned down at me before kissing my forehead, running open mouthed kisses down my cheek to my neck. “If I could have blocked out all the sickening gooey words you two said, it would have been perfect. I’ve never seen Robert fuck like that. Of course, I’d never let him fuck me like that.” He looked into my eyes and I noticed he’d blurred even more. “Perfect.”

I jerked when I felt his warm hand on my cold balls. He rubbed them gently, kissing my neck. “He kissed you here and you loved it.”

When he kissed Robert’s favourite spot, I launched my head to the side, clashing with his skull and knocking him away from me.

He caught his balance and grabbed my hair in his fist, twisting me to look at him. “I told you, every part of your body will feel my touch, Sebastian.
Every
part.” He ran his finger over my lips, pushing into my mouth and I bit down instantly, so hard I could taste his blood. The punch to the side of my face made me release him. “You silly little bitch.”

“I swear you put
anything
in my mouth and I’ll bite if off and spit it out.”

He paused, then laughed. “Oh, Seb, you’re just what I need.”

“Well, keep needing, fucker, `cos I’m not
giving
you anything.”

“You say that now, but you’ll change your mind. Your type always does.”

W
ords and touches seemed distant and not to make any sense, like I’d missed part of them, or jumped ahead into the future and forgot the past. Hours could have been days, I had no idea as they all merged together, the cocktail of drugs making my head blur constantly and causing me to pass out.

When I came round during a break in his little torture session, I noticed there was a TV with me plastered on it. The sick fuck was taping it all on some dodgy DIY porn studio style homemade set and I was his star attraction. He was reclining in a lazy chair, naked and eating a sandwich as he watched me come round.

I’d given up talking to him, he’d said it made no difference, and how did you interact with a madman anyway? Everything I said had either made him hit me harder or laugh. There were no sane thoughts in him, but there must be some part of him which still existed that were normal. Even if it was buried so deep it was in Australia. He had a job until a couple of months ago, he lived a normal life, hell, he lived with Robert and made everything seem okay, so he had to have some sort of switch in him which I could flick on and talk to the other guy.

“So…” I cleared my throat and he smiled at me through his chewing. “How long has it been? Or is that part of the plan, to confuse me into thinking I’ve been here for days when it’s been hours? Because I don’t think you could go days. You’re not
that
fit.”

He chuckled, then took another bite of his sandwich. “Are you hungry?”

“Are you joking?” I laughed hoarsely. “No, and even if I was, it would be doped up with something to make me pass out again. What’s wrong with you? The only way you can fuck is to have the guy underneath you unconscious? Maybe it’s because you’re so shit and you don’t want them to know.”

“I haven’t fucked you yet.”

I squirmed around on the bed because it sure as hell felt like he had, and then I clenched hard, my insides wrapping around something hard inside me and the sudden stifled moan I released when it touched my prostrate made me have violent feelings towards myself.

“Oh yes, that. You’ve enjoyed that.” He nodded to my stomach and I blinked in the dusky light until I saw the dried remnants of what looked to be cum over me.

“Doubt that’s mine. More likely yours, you sick fucker.”

“Oh no. I came in your mouth.” He grinned at me. “It would have been nicer if you’d sucked, but then you were out of it and too busy moaning for me.”

I shook my head, not believing him. “I would never react like that for you.”

“Your body reacts without thought, Sebastian. You’re such a natural. You love being fucked, huh? I’ll find out soon enough.”

“You messed up bastard.” I glared at him through my angry tears. “I hope they find you. I hope you get what you deserve and more in Hell.”

“I will do more than likely, but then being a sick bastard, I’ll enjoy it.” He stood up, dusting off some crumbs and then walking to me. “It’s been hours, you know. They won’t find you. They’ll never find you, even if they discover me, they’ll never find you here. You’re all alone, Seb. Don’t cling onto the dream someone will burst in and save you. There’s no knight in shining armour, no happy ending. This is real life, not a movie. Well, I’ll have a movie.” He smiled up at the TV and then back to me. “I think when I’m tired, we’ll watch it together, relive what you can’t remember.”

He showed me a knife in his hand, twisting it around as it gleamed in the lamplight behind him before he placed it near my nipple, pressing the dull edge into my skin and running it down my chest to my balls where he pressed harder. “You're so perfect. So unmarked. I’m about to change that.”

The first cut into my thigh made me bite down on my bottom lip, trying to keep still so it didn’t go deeper. It was a sharp scratch, not enough to make me scream out in agony.

“You never answered my question and I get this is all sooo boring to you now, Leo, but there are people who enjoy this. Would it be too late to suggest a BDSM club or something?”

He laughed loudly, half sitting on the bed with me and running his hand over my thigh, pressing down over the stinging cut there as he watched me wince. “There is, but there’s so many rules. I tried it out about five years ago. They saw I was too dangerous to be there and kicked me out, but I learned a lot before they did.”

He straddled me, holding me down by my shoulders and inching closer. I closed my eyes, playing up the dizziness which was slipping away and letting him hover above my mouth.

“It’s so much easier to pay for someone like you. I enjoy rough sex—it doesn’t always have to be this extreme. I’ve seen many whores, so imagine my surprise when I discovered Robert and I had something in common. I found my first victim in that agency.”

“How many have you hurt?”

“Oh, God, loads. Hurt. Not killed.” He leaned closer and brushed his lips over my ear. “I go too far sometimes. My first taste of what I enjoyed I found at the hands of a young man who worked there. He was truly beautiful. Submissive and trained. He and I had many fun nights, and then I broke, not being able to stop how I wanted to hurt him. He was, after all, a whore, and it was wrong to care for him so I put a stop to that before I fell in too deep. If he wasn’t being fucked by half of the UK, I would have taken him as my own and left Robert, but that’s not how life ended up and here we are. I’ve travelled full circle it seems.”

He pressed his cock into mine, his naked flesh resting on me, hot breath against my throat as he moved up my jawline. I kept still, breathing hard, fighting back every natural instinct to pull away and I let him kiss me. It was a single moment before I clamped my teeth into his lip, his scream echoing as I bit through his tender flesh, blood pooling in my mouth as he struggled to pull from me. His fist connecting to the side of my head was hard enough to jolt me, and I spat out his blood over his face. He wiped it, rushing to look in the mirror and growling.

“Hide that, cunt. I’m not the only one who can bleed and bruise, you know. One look at that and they’ll know who took me.”

“You silly bitch. You think this helps you? All this does is speed up how quickly you die.”

“I’d rather die than lay here and suffer your touches. Just do it and get it over with.”

“Oh no.” He grinned at me, blood staining his teeth and oozing down his chin. “I don’t think so, dear. Not now, not without me having you.”

The bottle of poppers was wafted under my nose again, and I tried hard to not breathe it in, but again, he held my mouth and waited patiently until I sucked in a short breath. He smiled, waiting again until I took a deeper breath some time later.

When I laid back and moaned, he moved from me and began untying my ankle. On instinct, I kicked out, not being able to see him, but feeling my foot connect with him a few times before he wrapped his hand around it and dragged it to my chest. By the time I’d stopped twisting, my knee was pressed up to my chest and tied with a black rope, keeping me in place for him.

I fought again when he reached for my next ankle, this time kicking him in the face and hearing him swear loudly. He slapped me hard over the arse, then grabbed a leather crop, whipping it over the cheek exposed to him until I screamed, the sound of it echoing in my mind until again I smelled the potent fumes under my nose and shuddered. If this was happening, I was going to be out of it as much as I could. He tsked at me loudly when I fell back against the bed. The fucker could do this to me, but I would not give him the satisfaction of being here when it happened.

When the hazy reality I was living in broke again, I was laid on my front, arms pinned behind me so tight I could feel whatever it was he’d used biting into my flesh. I tried to move, shifting around on the hard mattress, but finding I was strapped by my hips to the thing. My legs moved though, and I curled my toes up and released them, exercising them and getting some of the tingling to shift from them.

As I moved around, I could feel the remnants of what he’d left behind slipping from my arse, and I paused, hating he’d actually come inside me. I don’t know why, but I really did think he’d wear something. DNA and all. That made me even more positive he was fucked in the head. He just didn’t care.

Maybe he did before. Maybe he was more careful. Maybe I was special and he just had to ruin me for Robert. He heard my promise to be just for him the night he watched us and took it away. It was that, despite everything else, which made me slip into a deep depression. The fear, the pain, the rape, it didn’t mean as much as what he just took from me. But then I wouldn’t ever see Robert again, so did it really matter at all?

I wasn’t going to mope, I wasn’t going to cry. I wasn’t going to give up even when I knew I should. There was nothing I could do which would change what was happening, or what would happen.

All I could do was keep being me for as long as I had left. Nothing about me sung dignity. Nothing about how my body would be found had dignity, and certainly not discovering what the sick bastard had done to me would be dignified either, but Leo would know, and I would know, that I wasn’t a
pet
who he broke.

I was me. To the end. I would always be me.

Clammy hands took hold of my ankles and the cold metal and the loud noise as the cuffs closed around them made me turn, looking over my shoulder at Leo, now dressed in stonewashed jeans and trainers but bare chested. He delivered a short, sharp slap on my arse and smiled at me. “Good morning. Sleep well?”

“Yes, thanks,” I replied without pause. “It was great. I think I’ll choose to drug myself into unconsciousness every night. I didn’t wake once. I am stiff though, but that could be down to the bed. Maybe something more comfortable for tonight, huh?”

He folded his arms across his chest as he walked to me, standing there in silence, his brow raised and a smirk on his lips. “I really hope we have a long time together, Seb. Given weeks, or months, I could break you.”

“But not now.” I smiled coldly back at him.

“No, not right now. You're strong. The last pet broke in hours. Congratulations. You’re making this much more enjoyable for me.”

“Well, you said you liked a challenge.”

“Oh, I do. Thank you for providing me with one.” He slumped into the lazy chair by the bed, kicking his feet up on the bed and grinning at me. “The last few hours have been wonderful. I loved fucking you.”

“Of course you did. Who wouldn’t? I know just how good I am. I would be upset if you hadn’t, to be honest. I mean, who wants to go to all this trouble and find your captive is a shit fuck? Wow, I’d be pissed. At least you’re not paying for me. Imagine how much cash you’re saving by getting a freebie.”

He leaned back, resting his arms behind his head and just looking at me with that smirk and slight questioning look on his face. “I really wish things could have been different between us, Seb.”

“Oh, so do I. Like,
really
different.” I rolled my eyes. “We could’ve had dinner, long walks by the Thames, spoiled me with expensive and totally unnecessary gifts. But no! You had jump ahead a few miles and go straight to the whole starving me and long periods of time where I'm passed out. How romantic. No wonder Robert left your sorry arse.”

He laughed loudly, running his fingers through his hair as he stood from the chair and walked to me. “You’re so amazingly strong-willed. So stubborn. Part of me wants that to survive. Do you thin
k—
” He picked up a couple of metal cuff links as he spoke. “—that if you did live through this, your attitude would survive, or would the memories of what you’ve gone through break you in half?”

“What’s the point thinking about it when it won’t happen? I won’t get out of here. There’s no escape, no future, there’s just you and me. This moment. That’s all.”

“And yet, knowing all that, you continue to act like nothing has changed.”

“Well, why should I? If anyone should change, it’s you, fucktard. I’m the normal one here, and that rarely happens to me. Trust me on this, it’s usually me who gets the ‘oh shit, there’s the mad one’ looks. Next to you, I’m sane. I kinda like that. Maybe you should always stand next to me, that way I get to know what it feels like to be normal.”

“Good idea. I’ll make reservations for dinner tonight.”

“Don’t book somewhere posh. I just hate that.”

“Yeah, me too.” Leo clamped a cuff on one of my wrists then the other. “Let’s change positions, shall we. I don’t want you to go numb.”