Scott pressed his lips together.
Warren smacked the back of his head. “It’ll only get worsefasterif you refuse to speak.”
He needed to play for time in the hope Thomas would get there.
“You wanted to cut my hair,” Scott blurted, frowning as he said the words.
They’d been having sex when he’d said it with Scott face down on the bed and Warren behind him, panting wetly at hisneck. Scott was sure he’d heard wrong, but Warren had fisted his curls and said it again in his ear, snapping the words.
“Not cut your hair,” Warren corrected. “I wanted to cut it alloff, take it in my hands and rip the damn stuff out.” He snipped the secateurs. “But these beauties will do a better job…”
Warren grabbed a fistful, before pulling, making Scott’s scalp burn, then he cut through the strands, catching the skin. He dropped it onto the floor by Scott’s face.
“That’s one,” he said, before taking another handful.
Scott’s forehead throbbed. His lips, hands and feet all stung, and he tasted blood. He closed his eyes as the pile of his hair grew. He knew Warren would take it all.
“There,” Warren said, rolling him over so they were face to face. He straddled Scott, rubbed a finger over the cut in his lip. “Not so beautiful now…”
Scott’s eyes watered. Warren flicked his cheek. “Don’t go getting all upset now, you said I could do this, remember? You said I could knock you around, break you, cut you.” He grabbed the hair and began to sprinkle it over Scott’s face. “You said it because you know you’re worthless. Men like me, the ones that pay for you, they decide your worth. I valued you at 100K to do whatever I want with you, and after I’m finished, no one will pay for you again.”
The front door slammed.
Warren whispered by Scott’s ear. “Move, or make a sound, and I’ll hurt him too.”
He leaned back, shifting as he grabbed something out of his pocket. Scott only realised what it was when Warren leaned over him again. Warren had covered his face with a balaclava.
“Scott?” Thomas shouted.
“We’re in here!”
Scott’s brow twitched. He struggled as Warren flipped him back onto his front.
The door opened, and Thomas froze, seemingly taking in the scene. His gaze settled on Scott with his cheek pressed to the floor, then flicked up to the man on top of him.
Thomas’s expression contorted into a snarl. “Get you’re fucking hands off him!”
He rushed forward, curling his hands into fists.
“Ah-ah,-aah,” Warren said, twisting Scott’s forearm. “One more step and I’ll snap it.”
Thomas stopped, rocking forward and back on his feet while he glared at Warren.
“Take whatever you want,” he hissed. “Just let him go.”
“And what if I want to take him? What if that’s all you’ve got that I want?”
“I won’t let you,” Thomas said. He crouched, and his gaze snapped back to Scott. It hurt too much to look back, so Scott squeezed his eyes shut.
“What the fuck have you done to him?”
“I gave him a little haircut,” Warren replied, stroking a hand over the back of Scott’s head. His fingers smeared, and scrapped, making all the nicks and cuts on Scott’s scalp known. “Urgh, blood,” he murmured, before wiping it on the back of Scott’s shirt. “Looks a mess, doesn’t he?”
“I’m going to kill you.”
Scott opened his eyes at the thunder in Thomas’s voice.
“No, you’re not,” Warren snapped. He grabbed the secateurs off the floor, flicking the safety off in front of Scott’s eyes, the blades opened like a mouth. “Because if you come anywhere near us…” He held the blades to the side of Scott’s neck. “I’ll kill him first.”
