Repeat.
The questioning during the interrogations that took place were always the same, but Flix refused to answer.
If they’d cut him, beat him, hell, even shot at him, they could have wrapped this whole kidnapping scheme up within a week, tops. But no, they had to go and shove a dildo up his ass.
That was one of three reasons Flix was dragging this out.
One, they’d purposefully tried to humiliate him—not that it’d worked, because honestly, what did taking cock have to do with anything? Flix was a badass, whether he was a taker or a giver.
Two, they’d used only metal bindings, which led him to believe they knew something more about him than the rest of the planet. Something they sure as hell shouldn’t. Something he’d have to kill them for knowing.
Three, he recognized one of them, and knowing that person’s identity meant he could never tell.
The sound of steps came to a stop, and with the gag over his mouth, Flix was forced to wait for his visitor to speak. Constantly taking in the gas had left him groggy, and sometimes it was harder for him to focus than others. Right now, it feltearly, like he’d been woken too soon by the presence, but there was no way to know for certain if that was actually true.
A moment later, the person drew nearer, and Flix frowned when he caught a whiff of an unfamiliar scent.
This wasn’t Popcorn or his captor.
Flix made himself remain still, feigning unconsciousness since that was his only defense, bound to the wall with metal like he was. He was actually grateful for the gag and blindfold now since it’d helped keep him from giving himself away earlier, though he supposed at least then he could have gotten a look at this new arrival.
Were they here to kill him?
Torture him properly?
The tense moment dragged on, and then the footsteps retreated, and the door eased shut with a subtle click.
Well, that had been…odd.
Was Aneski getting bored and bringing someone else into this? Maybe he’d wised up and whoever that person had been just now, they’d come to get a feel for the situation before coming up with a torture plan that might actually work.
As if conjured by his thoughts, the door was tossed open again, the sound of the steps different than the previous person’s, more familiar now that Flix knew to listen for it. It made absolutely no sense, but some of the tension in his shoulders eased. Ridiculous, considering the man who’d just entered was the whole reason Flix was here.
The distinct scent of clay and sour-sweet apple reached his nose. The upside to not being able to see all this time was the way his other senses had heightened to make up the difference. He could catch that familiar scent right away.
It helped that it hadn’t changed much in the three years since they had last been in a room alone together.
Well…In a roomconsensually, in any case.
The smell and the line of questions were dead giveaways, and yet the man approaching him still tried his darndest not to reveal who he was.
It was so stupid it was almost cute.
The gag was dragged down, and then the press of a water bottle was brought to his cracked lips. Flix chugged, not about to miss this opportunity, growling even when it was forced away before he’d had his fill. He waited for the gag to be replaced, but nothing else happened. Even though the man hadn’t left him yet, silence stretched between them.
“To what do I owe the visit?” Flix opted to speak first, his voice crackly and raw from a mixture of misuse and all the huffing and heaving he did whenever he was left with a thrusting toy for hours on end. “Don’t tell me you missed me.”
If he had, doing all of this was kind of a weird way of showing it.
Flix wasn’t actually that naïve, though.
He knew the other man hadn’t missed him.
Once all of this was settled and done, he’d deal with the way that cut on a different level.
“By all means,” he continued when the other man didn’t reply, “don’t leave me hanging.” He tugged at his wrists, which were chained to the wall over his head, and laughed bitterly at his dumb joke.
“Pretty cavalier for someone who’s totally fucked like you are,” a warm voice finally said.
