“I won’t eat it.”
Preston let out a hiss. “WHY must you be so difficult?”
“Gee, I don’t know. Let’s start with the fact that I’m allergic to meat. Red, white, it doesn’t fucking matter. My body physically can’t process it.
“Though, there is another glaringly obvious reason. You know, the fact that you fucking kidnapped me! What? Should I just fall over doing all that you ask?!”
Seri let out a mocking laugh. “Oh, I get it. You thought you won all those months ago? You want that Seri back? The simping, weak Seri, who catered to your beck and call?! Well, here’s a clue, you moron. THAT SERI DOESN’T FUCKING EXIST. SHE NEVER DID! I only did what I could to keep you from beating me to death while pregnant!”
The first hit was hard, as was the second, but after that, Seri fought back. He scratched, he bit, he hit as hard as he could. The enraged roar of Preston was loud in his ear, but he kept fighting, even as hit after hit came and blood pooled into his mouth. His face, arms, and hands throbbed by the time Preston stepped back, his face enraged, but also bleeding. The Dweller had cuts on his arms from Seri’s nails, a bite here and there, and his hair had been yanked out of place.
Preston let out a growl of anger, sweeping the tray off of him. “THEN STARVE!” he bellowed, before storming away.
Panting softly with shaky hands, he gently felt along his cheeks, jaw, and eye sockets…probing the wounds. Wincing through it all. It hurt, but…nothing felt broken…
He spat out the blood in his mouth. “Fucking bastard.”
Preston had been in rare form lately. Perhaps being unable to enact any sexual violence on him had forced the Dweller to push that energy into just beating the crap out of him. Seri’s bruises had bruises at this point.
Just a little longer…and he’d leave here. Severo and Skya were waiting for him. At least…Skya was. But maybe…Severo was too. He hoped he was.
The man was likely planning to come for him. But Seri couldn’t wait. He couldn’t…
The cast was off… A few more days and he’d be able to walk…somewhat. That would be enough. It had to be enough.
Seri took a deep breath in and out, lying there just waiting for Preston to come. In his hand was the injector, chain removed, hidden beneath the covers.
It had been fifteen days since he’d been taken. His leg was walkable now… Well, he limped and it throbbed when he moved, and even a bit when he didn’t, but it wasn’t like before. Most of his wounds were healed up.
The ribs he’d broken, either from the fall or maybe before that, were healed. He only felt a bit of a twinge if he moved wrong. Leg wise…maybe a week or two more of physical therapy and he’d be good as new.
All that was good and bad. Bad, because Preston would no doubt not hold back now after the doctor told him the news. Good, because it was time to get the fuck out of there. By the Goddess, did he miss Skya. He yearned to hold her. He yearned for Severo, too.
He wanted to be free. Seri knew Severo was coming…yet he knew that his path was likely littered with red tape. So, he wouldn’t wait… He couldn’t wait any longer, the risk was too high.
Seri wouldn’t let the bastard rape him again. He wasn’t sure he’d survive it if he did. And dammit, he wanted to be held by the man he loved… Because, fuck liking, he loved Severo. Which was terrifying. It was interesting that he was still capable of finding other things scary at this point.
Seri flinched when the door slammed opened and Preston walked in. The look on the man’s face was smug. “Your reprieve is over, Seri.”
He scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“The only thing that held me back from touching you was not wanting to permanently break my wife. I have no use for imperfections. As it is, we will have to do something about those scars on your legs,” Preston tsked. “Though, I suppose that’s my fault for hiring incompetent people. No matter. The time has come for you to change, Seri. Change into your real form, now.”
“What more could you do to me that you haven’t already done, Preston? I won’t change. Beat me, rape me, no matter what you do, I won’t become the doll you want!”
Preston sneered. “No matter what I do, you say? How about another child?” The man strolled forward, getting closer and closer, his gaze lazily tracing Seri’s form under the blanket. “It should have been long enough for you to recover… As displeasing as those stretch marks, and that fat on your stomach is, they are still things we can easily take care of. And since they are already there, we might as well have another child before I have them fixed.”
Bile bubbled up in his throat, his stomach churning at the very thought of this man touching him in that way, let alone impregnating him again…
The way Preston talked about him, it was as if he was a thing to be used and patched up… A thing to be remolded, to hide all the scars that came with being a living, breathing person. But why wouldn’t he? The fact was, Preston didn’t see him as a person. He had always been a thing that the man decided to own, to do what he wanted with.
Holding back the urge to throw up, he glared. “A child? Why? Want that one taken from you as well?”
Closer…he needed the Dweller closer… On top of him…the man would never see the attack coming and he wouldn’t be able to get away. Seri needed to push… As much as he didn’t want Preston to touch him, he’d have to sacrifice that in order to succeed without risking failure. He couldn’t fail…he couldn’t. If he did…
Seri pushed those thoughts away, not wanting to think of what would follow if he did. As the man drew closer, Seri slipped his hand out from under the blankets, letting his arm hang down by the bed. His eyes never left Preston, not wanting to alert him of what he was doing. Not that the man would be able to see the small item in his hand.
Preston’s smile twitched, anger building now that he loomed over him next to the bed. “Temporarily. MY child istemporarilyout of my hold. She will be with me soon. And do you know why?” The Dweller leaned closer. “It’s because you are never getting away from me, Seri. You can try to escape again, you can beg, you can scream, but you are NEVER getting free again,” Preston growled. “And I will do whatever I want with you.”
