All that he can think is how much he wants to drive his boy to the edge of breaking. To fuck his blood covered unconscious body.
“You’re mine, and don’t you forget it.”
I have you exactly how I want you.
Obedient . . .
Pliant . . .
Mine.
Bonus Scenes
Extension Scenes
67
CORRELATES TO CHAPTER 51
JASPER
Terror. Undiluted terror.
Izz’s face is compressed into his bunk from someone’s weight pinning him down by an unrelenting hand to the back of his neck, and a heavy body draped over his back. From the compromising position he is now in, it has his mind crashing straight back into that cell in B-Wing. When he was vulnerable and weak, being held down. Alone. Oh, so alone.
He’d just been tucking in his sheet, minding his own business, in his head over Sin. And now—
Oh, god. Why is this happening to him? Again. Why—
He may as well not be struggling for all the good it’s doing him, the hand is not budging, in fact, it’s burning like red-hot iron pressed to his skin. Nor is the weight lifting off his back, no matter how much he digs his hands into the mattresses and tries to push up.
Please not again.
Please not again.
He can’t go through this again.
He yells, only for the mattresses to catch the sound and prevent it from travelling very far, not that yelling had helped him that first time.
He still screams, his lungs exhaling everything they have, weak as they may be. Desperation has his body shaking, his fingers curling. Too weak. He is too weak. He can’t fight off whoever this is.
It’s going to happen again.
Please, no.
He prays Sin will hear him. That Sin will save him like he did before.
Sin . . . Please . . . Help me. . .
I can’t—I can’t breathe.
Sin, please.
Soft, wet, vile, a tongue runs over the side of his neck, and it’s everything he can do not to cry. When the tongue turns to lips—nipping and tugging at his flesh, sucking a mark there—he throws everything he can into getting his attacker off. Bile rises to his mouth, and he forces it back down.
Teeth graze his ear, and hot words follow the path, “your safe word is red, if you wish for me to stop.”
Sin?
