MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE

What if he was right? He stared at him listening to his words, mesmerized. He was a crushing force of nature. A torrent of testosterone which was getting him, another torrent of testosterone, turned upside down.

- Stop playing games, Lars. We got to plan something tomorrow.

- What do you want to do tomorrow? -he tilted his head, curious about his words.

- I want to go on with my commitments. I want to go on with my life.

- No, not that. What else?

- Oh, please. Don't be like this.

- I won't leave you escape yet. I need you. Right now I wouldn't fuck anybody else but you.

Enzo couldn't believe he had told that. It must be the most amazing love declaration which had escaped his lips. He must look at him with foolish eyes. He open his mouth so wide that he reached out, his palm up, pushed his chin to close it. Enzo swallowed hard, confused.

- Am I the only man for you right now?

He didn't agree with such a flat statement and shook his head and shrugging. He noticed he tried not to laugh. Suddenly he thought he was the most egomaniac man of the world and he musn't have showed himself up.

- Typical of you, Enzo. I say that I need you and your absurd and vain trendsetter mind translate it as I love you.

- I didn't say that.

- You love fantasizing about it, don't you? I'm really just one more of the sheep. That I am drooling over you. I'm just using you on my own behalf. But in your own selfish and fatuous world you think I will fall in love with you like an idiot.

- What do you intend confine me in there nothing but I can fell in love with you?

- I intend what I'm doing. Relieve myself as much as I consider it right. Making you understand who rules. Show you the lesson.

- I would never fall in love with you, you know? The men like me don't fall in love -he lied cheeky and hoped it didn't figure out it was a lie.

- I don't know if you fall in love or not, I don't give a damn. I just wanna teach you good behaviour.

- Seeking my pain.

- Oh, yeah. The little bitches like you only enjoy when they get humilliated.

- I don't enjoy, Lars. And I think you know it, that's why you enjoy.

His words seemed touch him a little because he lowered his blonde head with shaved hair looking down his knees and wiping out a inexistent fluff from his boxer.

- I move a lot of people around me -he attacked again to make him understand the hard situation.

- You are an it boy.

- No, darling, I'm an actor.

- Just sometimes.

- Not sometimes. Always.

- You only go to parties, all kind of events. You only make rubbish for me.

- I don't care what you think of me.

- Indeed you care. It hurts you, as it hurts that ass that I've spanked you.

Enzo get blushed instantly. He could be satisfied, his words always had an effect on him. He sat up on the sofa and raised slightly the two gauzes of his buttocks. He felt a big burn.

- Does it hurt?

He nodded biting his hand not to howl of pain. He changed his dressings for another ones with that yellow ointment. He felt again a sudden freshness. He sighed relieved.