And I Will Consume You

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Whose fault was this exactly? Even Pete didn't know. All he knew was there was no escaping a man like Vegas, and no matter how much he despised himself for it, he didn't want to. He thought he did, but the second his hands were released from those cuffs and he was no longer restricted by a choker and chain, he felt like something was missing. Pete was quite sure how long he had been kept in Mr. Vegas' house, but it felt like both years and minutes simultaneously. He hated that he'd been assigned that mission, he hated that he had to watch P'Big get beaten up, he hated knowing one of his friends had betrayed them. He hated Mr. Vegas. But now he was sat at the dining table all alone again, staring blankly at his plate and his hands squeezing his own wrists. Flashes of those villainous dark eyes entered his mind as he did so, his teeth digging into his lower lip.
There was no denying it, no matter how much he begged the other to stop, Pete didn't want him to. Vegas's touch felt like poison, it had killed him more and more by the second, but it was so addictive he couldn't get himself to deny it.

"What's wrong with me?" Pete whispered softly, his grip tightening, rubbing and squeezing the bruises. It just didn't feel the same. It didn't feel as good. God the bastard violated him and here he was sat, wanting more. Whatever that man did to him, it was torture. But not having it was worse. That voice and those words echoed through his head, making him shiver. 'don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you.'

That room, it had everything his sickest fantasies could conjure up and more. Pete wasn't even aware he had a passion for things like that until Vegas. Being tied down, those leather cuffs chaining him to the bed, large hands around his neck and all types of whips, plugs, vibrators, blindfolds, gags, you name it. All that was torture, but when Vegas used him for his own pleasure, that was hell. It hurt so bad yet felt so good, his legs twitching and choked whimpers escaped his lips. Just thinking about it made Pete blush. How could he be so vulnerable under another man? And how could he under those circumstances? And why did Vegas let him go? Porsche and the others would have never been able to get in if Mr. Vegas hadn't left the door unlocked. But it was never unlocked. No one was allowed to step foot into that room unless it was him or his partner for the night. So why did he let him out? Did he know Pete would be craving it now? His own touch no longer sufficient in satisfying himself.

'you're mine' his voice echoed once again. 'And I will consume you'