Rex had been right earlier though, when he’d accused him of chasing after some twisted teenage fantasy. Since the moment he was introduced to Flix at the age of sixteen, the Brumal member had starred in every single one of Aneski’s most graphic wet dreams. Hell, it was all thanks to Flix that Aneski had discovered what he was actually into, that he liked being tied up and taken advantage of.
That he wanted to be both cared for and coveted.
When he’d hired Yuze for the last film, they’d kept things simple, just a bit of light bondage in a carefully lit room to give off a sensual vibe. Tonight’s film was meant to be a bit moreelaborate, with the two of them delving more deeply into the art form of kinbaku.
Considering their stance, there was no way Aneski was going to be able to make Flix participate in something as complex as that, but…
Haroon had been into some fucked up shit. When Aneski had moved into his office at the house, he’d found a stash of pills he’d later identified as roofies. At the time, he’d thought it disgusting, but in light of his current situation…
Flix was too dangerous to even consider fucking at the moment, but if he was given one of those pills, he might become desperate enough Aneski could use him to put on a show. It might even help be the extra push the Brumal member needed in order to cave and finally confess what he knew.
A part of him felt horrible that he still craved a taste of Flix, even after everything. He’d spent nights lying awake, biter and hating himself for it even. Taking advantage of him the way he had so far had done very little to soothe the anguish in his gut. Maybe this was what he needed.
Even if that meant he was just as big a monster as the one he’d hunted and chained.
“I’ve got to go.” Forgetting all about the statue, Aneski headed for the door, only recalling he needed to warn Rexton just as he was about to pass beneath the threshold. “I won’t need you later, by the way.”
Rex frowned. “You sure?”
Was he?
Not really.
If his best friend knew the type of risk he was about to take, he’d be livid.
What was one more stupid thing added to the long list of dumb decisions he’d recently made, though?
“Yeah,” Aneski gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m sure.”
Tonight, he’d finally fulfill those teenage daydreams.
Or he’d get murdered trying.
Chapter 4:
The blindfold prevented him from seeing anything, but Flix could hear the sounds of footsteps, light as they circled him. He stilled, tipping his head in their direction, feeling the cool air trail around him from the movement, licking at his flesh.
His bare, naked flesh.
It was starting to feel normal, though. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been allowed clothes.
Operating off the assumption that the beginning of the process started during the morning hours, that’s when Popcorn filled his room with gas and then snuck in to undo all of the fancy locking mechanisms around Flix. He’d be long gone before Flix woke, but he wasn’t too mad about that since it gave him “privacy” to piss and shower off the “torture” from the day before.
Come, sweat, and sometimes a little bit of blood.
They were honestly so bad at this whole thing, it was almost laughable.
Would have been for sure, if not for Flix’s internal clock ticking down. He could already feel his powers starting to flood his system, his skin a bit too tight. It made him antsy, which could easily be misinterpreted by his captors as him starting to be worn down.
There was usually a bowl filled with shitty-tasting, overly salty soup broth, but he had to remember to eat it before entering the bathroom, because almost as soon as Flix stepped out of the tiny shower stall, more gas was filtered into the rooms. The next time he woke, he was usually on the floor in some other position, one that exposed his bits and the things being done to him down there.
After he was screwed, there was gas again.
Back on the wall.
Interrogation part two.
Bedtime.
