He pulls out of me and I voice my displeasure. He chuckles and strokes my cheek.
“Sorry, greedy boy. I need to rest and to drink some more tea. I’m not as young as I once was.”
He hands me a large cylindrical thing with a stick poking out of it. I stare at it balefully. He watches me for a moment and then he removes the lid and the stick. The scent of fresh water hits my nose. It’s a cup of water.
“Drink,” he orders. “The less ether you use maintaining that pretty human body, the better.”
I drink the water. It tastes good. He puts the stick back in and pokes it at me.
“It’s called a straw. You suck on it.”
I do as he bids, and the water flows into my mouth. It’s fun, but I’d rather be sucking on his cock. He grins at me as if he knows exactly what I am thinking. He takes the empty cup and places it on the side.
I scowl at him as he walks away and flops down on the bed that is three paces away.
“I’ll give you some more as soon as I can,” he says. And I know he is not talking about water.
I don’t want to believe his false promises, but what choice do I have? All I can do is wait here. He will either fuck me again or let me starve.
I wriggle around in the hammock until I’m comfortable and can peer at him. He tucks an arm behind his head and stares back at me.
“I’m glad you are not drifting away again, Little One.”
I blink at him. It is not like it was a choice. I used to send my mind far, far away from my body. It was the only way to escape the pain. Then I went for too long and too far and I couldn’t find my way back.
Until he found me. Found me and brought me back. I think I might want to stay now. But I don’t know if that is a thing I can choose anymore.
He yawns. “I’m going to have a nap.”
His eyes close. I watch in shock as he drifts asleep. I know sleep. I can make most creatures fall into it with a blast of my will. I canfeel it on my skin. Taste it on my tongue. He truly is asleep. His naked, soft body defenseless before me.
I am unbound. No chains bind my body. No spells imprison my power.
I could leap from here to the bed in a move faster than thought. Another move could have me biting into his entrails. I could wear his intestines as a necklace and bathe in his blood. All between one of his sleeping breaths and the next.
I watch him sleep.
He forgot to turn the light off. I extinguish it with a thought.
Then I settle down in the hammock and wait for him to wake up.
“Your friends want to see you.”
I look up from slurping the soup he has given me. Friends? I don’t have friends. There is not a soul in this entire realm who cares for me. As for Hell, I doubt anyone there remembers that I ever existed.
“You don’t remember them?” he asks.
I turn my attention back to the soup. It is delicious.
“Your last master was a billionaire. He collected a harem of paranormal boys. Imprisoned you all. The other boys say they tried to look after you.”
Vague memories swirl. Kind voices in the dark. Soft hands cleaning me, bringing me water and food. Their essences had been full of fear and misery. Their bodies had smelled of human seed.
“Do you want to see them?”
Is this a trick? If I say yes, will he deny me? If I say no, will he harm them? I look up at him again and try to read him, but he doesn’t let me in. His secrets are his own.
I nod. Only because I need to give some sort of answer and it is as good a one as any.
