Although…
He wasn’t exactly a kid anymore.
Hadn’t really been one when they’d met, though his much smaller side and shy nature had made him seem that way. Even after learning they weren’t too far apart in age, it’s been impossible for Flix to shake the idea that he was much younger.
That wasn’t the case now.
Aneski’s dick was flaccid and on full display between his golden thighs. Even soft, he was an impressive size. The rest of him was toned, a far cry from the scrawny kid Flix had known.He must hit the gym regularly. The Tiny Terror had grown up, that was undeniable.
He’d grown up and become a kidnapper.
His methods had been sloppy, though, amateur. Aside from the single burn mark on Flix’s ass and the aches in his body from being tied up, he hadn’t suffered any injuries. Even his hole had been prepared for the most part before receiving any of Aneski’s toys.
It was like he’d wanted to hurt Flix but hadn’t been able to bring himself to do so, so instead, he’d toed the line. Broken a ton of laws and accosted him repeatedly, but couldn’t push himself to go any further.
If their roles had been reversed, Flix would have started removing fingernails on day two. By day three, he would have made his way to teeth. Really, the only thing Ani had done right here was try to get to him psychologically, only, he’d chosen the wrong avenue. So what if he’d been receptive to a hand on his cock or a plug in his hole? Bodies were designed that way.
Maybe if he’d identified himself, Flix could believe Aneski thought it would be humiliating for him because of who he was, but he’d tried hard to conceal it from him—even that had been sloppy, but the effort had been there.
“This is just a testament to why your gang will never be a real threat,” he stated, setting his hands on his hips. The Shepards had gone from having a crazy person for their leader to an obsessed one.
Because this was an obsession. Aneski had obviously planned on asking Flix about his brother for a long time now. The real question was, what had changed in his life to make him choose now of all times to act?
“Did you need control first?” he wondered aloud. “Funding?” He glanced around at the building. “A location?”
Ani and Russ shared the same father but different mothers, though neither had come from money. They’d grown up all right up until their dad had died working construction in a freak accident. After that, things had swiftly gone downhill. That was the major reason Russ had been convinced by his friend Haroon to help form the Shepards in the first place, despite all of Flix’s warnings against it.
Should he have let Russ into the Brumal after all? What if—
He cut those thoughts short, refusing to tumble down that rabbit hole. The past was the past and there was no changing it.
Just like there was no changing what had been done to him here.
The pattern had been clever, a way to break him down mentally and get his anxiety going, so he’d give Ani that. But feeding him and allowing him to bathe regularly? Mistakes. Taking him out like he was a toy in a shiny box?
Big mistake.
“If you’d left me in the metal, you wouldn’t be unconscious right now.”
It was a pity to have to kill him, but Flix couldn’t allow anything like this to happen again. And if he didn’t retaliate now, the second Berga discovered what had happened, Aneski’s end would be ten times worse than anything Flix could do to him.
Only…this wasAni. Anyone else pull this stunt and there’d be no hesitation, but Ani…
Frustrated, he left the unconscious man there and went off in search of clothing. The white room was empty, aside from the couch, with three different exits. One was a long hallway behind the couch, but Flix went for the door to the right first.
It opened to a smaller version, this one square-shaped with an opening leading to a bathroom that was little more thana sink, toilet, and a hose to shower quickly. He recognized it. The chains still attached to the wall helped solidify his assumptions.
This was the room he’d been kept in.
He slammed the door shut with a growl and crossed the room to the opposite one, tossing that open and walking through, only coming to an abrupt stop once he realized what it was.
An art studio.
“Really?” He glanced over his shoulder and clicked his tongue at Aneski.
The room was about the same size as the one with the couch, only with pillar displays set about. Most of them already had a piece of work displayed on top of them, various sculptures, some complete, others in progress or left unfinished. Flix made his way through the row nearest him, only mildly interested in them as he searched for an apron or literally anything to cover himself with.
There was an attached bathroom here as well, though one much nicer than the tiny box they’d made him use all this time. A set of clothes had been left on the sink, perhaps what Aneski had been wearing when he’d arrived or something he’d been planning to change into afterward.
