He wants to break his prey. He wants to manipulate and groom the boy into giving him what he wants—
What he wants?
He wants his prey’s death. His prey’s death by his hands.
Wants him alone and isolated. Coming to Sinn'ous for help in his time of need. Wants to see the hope die in his terrified eyes as he figures out Sinn'ous is not a friend, not a savior.
It turns him on just thinking about it. He can’t wait to carry it out.
In due time.
All in due time . . .
20
SINN'OUS
Levis, the resident paranoid kitchen boss, leaving the kitchen in the middle of a meal being served is noteworthy by itself. Add onto the fact that Jasper is also absent from Reni’s table, has Sinn'ous out of his seat, and stalking after the man.
In times when his instincts raise their hackles, he follows their lead. That instinct takes him down corridors trailing a rushing Levis gunning for the showers.
They arrive at their destination, and Sinn'ous waits a beat before stalking in behind Levis, entering into a relatively dead shower room. This time of day is reserved for anyone up to . . .unsavouryshower activities.
In the cool air lacking steam,he strips his clothes off in one fluidmove. No pause to check where the discarded clothes land. The lack of sticky hot air indicates very few people are showering, and uncrowded showers are a recipefor fun—or disaster if you’re the one on the receiving end of fun involving sharp objects.
Levis’s naked ass slips around the bend, into the showers, and Sinn'ous drifts in after him. While Levis strides right down the middle of the tacky, tiled floor, Sinn'ous silently drifts along the outer wall staying out of the spotlight.
The room is bare but for a couple lone figures, one of which Sinn'ous recognises immediately. It’s another time he questions how he’s managed to keep his prey alive this long. Coming here, at this time, all alone, the boy may as well sign his own death certificate. Although, he and Satan both know Levis is not here to kill Jasper.
Satan, you test me with this prey.
His prey’s eyes are locked on Levis, the startled fawn that he is. Frozen and quaking. Rivulets of water cascading down his back, slow trails trickling over unblemished skin, to drip off his well-formed ass. To mark that skin will be a dream made true. To part the skin covering ridged muscles knotted tight, every ounce of tension in his body presented on full display.
It does give Sinn'ous the time he needs, while his prey is distracted and facing away from him, to stalk up behind. He steps in closer, a mere shower head distance separating him from brushing up against the boy’s back. Prey completely clueless to his presence, Levis on the other hand slows his strides, pausing to glance at Sinn'ous, his lips morphing into a twist of irateanger.
The grin Sinn'ous allows to spread his lips is one of promised pain. There is no way it wouldn’t be an incredible honour to take this sacrifice to Satan. When he holds the offer of violence out in the air, he hopes Levis scoops it up. He would love nothing more than to put him down. To tackle him onto the tiles and stab until the sacrifice is tenderised into the afterlife.
All in the name of Satan.
All for Satan.
And perhaps alittlefor himself.
Disappointedly and unsurprisingly,Levis backs off, huffing his way to the other end of the shower room.
A shame.
Forgive the delay, Satan, I will gift you his sacrifice soon.
But first, it’s time to open his prey’s mind, and feed him the answers the boy no doubt craves. In the explanation will be the whispered vibes of security, safety, and trust.
Sinn'ous turns the shower on next to Jasper. Facing the wall to give the boy his side, and working on shrinking his form to look smaller, less intimidating. Peripheral vision is all he uses towatch his prey. He isn’t here to scare the boy off. He is here to dangle a lure and hope for a bite.
Jasper jumps, and stumbles, just managing to catch himself on the wall. Whole face blanching into an unnatural sheen of pasty white. Eyes so wide the whites are on full display. His pupils pinpoints of fear.
Pretending to ignore his prey gives Sinn'ous the time to study every inch. He can’t help but picture scars littering his flesh. Marks left by Sinn'ous’s own knives.
Jasper’s head snaps away. Now they’re both facing the wall, acting as if this time isn’t significant. One set of eyes locked and unfocused on the tiles, the other set hard and very focused on the body a literal arm’s length from reach.
