No Rest For The Wicked

Training

Warning: Physical abuse

Surely one shock after another made his body reach close to its limits, but it was Vegas' words of doom covered up in a malicious welcome that fell into his mind causing the pain to transmit all over his body, making it shiver with fear. A fear that he was determined to not let it show on his face.

Pete had learnt during the years that he had wandered around the rotten corners of this world that there were a certain breed of people. The kind of people who turned the fear and the pain of others into their strength. The power they felt was even more tremendous when they were the source of the misery and pain of others.Those were sadistic monsters who fed off by making another human being succumb to their sick wills. They got off by proving their dominance. By demonstrating their control.

Even if he did not encounter those kind of people , the hunger in Vegas' eyes was betraying him enough for Pete to decipher the meaning behind them.

Pete was nothing but a means of demonstration of Vegas' control. It was all a sweet ostentation to verify his status to others, to Pete, but mostly to himself. Pete knew the moment fear carved into his face, it would be the moment he would completely lose. Vegas had utter control over his body, but his mind and spirit were yet to be enslaved.

Thus, the young man focused his eyes on Vegas, staring at him deeply with an annoyed and aggressive look. Refusing to give what the ugly monster inside of Vegas craved for.

The watchful hostility of his stare made Vegas' face blacken with a sinister grin.

''I don't like the look on your face'' he announced in a dangerous tone, cupping his chin forcing Pete to look deeply into his intimidating eyes. His slender fingers transmitting the coldness that resides in his heart.

''And I don't like you in general'' countered the man , spitting right into Vegas' face causing him to instinctively close his eyes and take a step back, finally letting go of Pete's face.

His voice had come out strong , his action was arrogant, but his eyes spoke volumes louder as they were dipped in an excessive boldness.

Vegas' sinister grin grows wider turning into a threatening smile. The thought of capturing Pete's strong spirit and completely crushing it on the floor made the blood in his veins rush.

''You are really entertaining'' he says as he puts his fingers on his face, wiping the saliva off his eyes in a soft and quick movement.

His eyes are now open,centered on the bound man in front of him. His gaze pierces into Pete's skin accepting his brazen challenge.

''I shall train you to behave, dog''. His eyes moved on the wooden table where layed all of his tools.

Pete's eyes followed Vegas and he could feel his heart beat in fear. Every second Vegas took examining the tools felt endless yet fleeting.

''You really had to play brave and make matters turn worse'' whispered once again the voice in his head.

'' You really want to die this much huh? or is it maybe that you enjoy the pain? You actually think it serves you right, don't you? Dog' ' continued the voice in a demeaning manner.

Those thoughts blurred his mind with confusion. Until now he thought he was fighting against Vegas' controlling nature, but maybe somewhere deep in his subconsciousness the hidden desire to end it all prevailed and rose above, making its presence evident. Maybe what gave him courage was not determination, but the relief that he was stepping closer to death. The voice was right after all, he reminded himself. It did serve him right.

A sudden force combined with a cold sensation against his chin forced him to lift his head up and escape the fog in his mind. Vegas was holding a metal bat and now was slowly tracing Pete's body with it. Starting from his chin ,caressing his chest and finally reaching for his stomach where he landed a strong blow, causing the bodyguard to let a pained groan out of his teeth.

''That is more like it'' he said with a grin of a man well satisfied,

''That look on your face suits you way more'' his dark eyes looked at Pete's pained expression and transferred a '' you-asked-for-it'' look.

Pete's loud, painful screams were addictive. They were like a catchy song that inhabits your mind until it absorbs you and it is all you can think about.

Vegas wanted to hear more.

He needed to listen to those screams again and again. To his heart content.

He thus kept landing one hit after the other. Pete's screams filled the room and Vegas felt something strong fluttering deep in the pit of his stomach. Excitement. It had taken over him.

His heart rate got faster and his breath heavier each time he hit yet another blow.

He was finally in control once again. Pete's responses to the pain he inflicted made his previously sinking heart to emerge to the surface again, this time greedier than ever before.

Pete felt the cold, harsh surface of the bat hit stronger each time, making the next howls every time louder than the previous.

The sound of the bat against his body kept ringing in his ears, his body felt heavy, almost unbearable to support it on his own two feet and a thick darkness covered everything.

The screams stopped and so did Vegas.

'' Seems I overdid it a bit '' he humored to himself

'' Not acting tough anymore now that you have passed out''. He put his fingers over Pete's face, removing any strands of hair that were blocking his facial features. His eyes soon became calculating as he examined Pete's passed out expression. His expression had changed from a challenging one into somewhere between an emotionless and tired one.

''I am going to break you into pieces. '' He whispered in the ear of the unconscious man, hoping his warning would reach him in his nightmares to haunt him.

'' Untie him and bring him to my room'' he ordered in a boring tone as he dropped the bat on the table.

''Yes Mr. Vegas'' obeyed Nop, approaching the passed out bodyguard. He started loosening the tight rope, facing the ground in an attempt to hide the nervousness combined with the uneasiness that reflected in his face. He hoped the darkness of the basement would be in his favor.

Vegas withdrew, pleased to have won the first challenge Pete put up. He felt as if he was at the top of the world, but in reality he was still at the bottom. Reality cut through his illusion like a sharp knife.

He soon would have to face his father. That was a challenge he was not ready for.But at least next time he would return to his room he would not have to get dragged in the darkness alone, for he now had a distraction.