No Rest For The Wicked

Untamed Dog

Nop gave a fleeting glance at Pete's motionless hands that now stayed still but not because of the bounds around them, it was because he was knocked out. As Nop released Pete's hands from the last layer of rope, his body was ready to embrace the concrete floor like a lifeless doll whose string had been cut off. Nop caught him in time in his big, athletic arms, wrapping his arms around his waist. His empathetic eyes captured the bloody, horrible bruises painted on his naked stomach. His face flinched at the terrible image of the man before him, before it faded to its usual quiet and absent visage.

''Help me carry him to Mr. Vegas' room'' he said to the other bodyguard that was present in the scene in a slightly commanding tone. The other bodyguard just nodded in responde and he immediately did as he was instructed.

'' Should we dress him back in his clothes?'' Nop asked his colleague.

''Mr. Vegas did not order it'' the bulky man replied in a sharp tone.

'' Let's at least put on his pants'' suggested Nop with an ease that' s a bit cheeky. It was the only comfort he could provide the young man with, but at this point it did not matter. A simple act like that would not be able to soothe any impending pain or humiliation that Vegas had in store for him. Despite that, he could not fight off the urge to carry out this useless act for the helpless bodyguard.

The other man nodded once again in agreement after throwing a suspicious glare at him.

Even if Nop had worked under Kinn previously, somehow he managed to gain Vegas' trust, whatever that meant, and become one of his closest bodyguards. Maybe it was exactly because of that. Vegas had managed to steal something from Kinn and kept it around him to remind him of his small victory. Maybe the word trust was too strong to use in this case.It was probably more appropriate to say that Vegas was satisfied with Nop's services.Whatever was the case, there was no room for questions and so the bodyguard did not pay any more attention to useless matters.

After they put on his underwear, Nop placed his chest against Pete's back, lifting him up by putting his arms under the other's armpits while the other bodyguard pulled up Pete's legs.

They carried him through the corridor. The way to Vegas' room felt longer than any other time. Nop immersed himself into his thoughts. He had seen Vegas torture and keep captive hundreds of man during the time he has been working for him.

But this?

This was a first.

Never before had Vegas ordered him to bring any of the enemies to his room. The new turn of events was an enigma even to him. He could not possibly imagine the anxiety that would reign in Pete's heart once he would regain his senses.

They finally reached their destination, they dropped Pete's unconsious body on the bed and Nop spared him a short compassionate stare before departing.

'' I told you to be careful, why did you not listen?'' wondered Nop in his mind as he closed the door behind him, the question in his head wrapped up in a thick layer of concern and frustration.

.......

A sharp wave passed over Pete's body, drowning the whole existence of his body into a penetrating pain. He opened his eyes trying to clear off the dizzy blurriness of his vision.

'' Wakey wakey , dog'' a mocking voice floated from across the room.

Pete, in order to identify the source of the voice, attempted to lift his body off the bed, but it was all in vain. He was smashed into the mattress, his body had betrayed him. He felt as if had been run over by a truck.

The pain was so great that it distracted him from the fact that his wrists were chained. He had just started sensing the cold, harsh surface of the steel chains restricting his movements. The realization made his vision finally clear but the pain persisted and was now accompanied by a freezing breeze running through him as he was mostly naked, only wearing an underwear covering his private parts.

''This is an appropriate moment to panic, don't you think so?'' Along with Pete had awoken the annoying voice inside his mind, but Pete ignored it, shaking off any sign of fear.

'' Here, have some water'' Vegas approached the bed on which Pete lied and offered a glass of water in a dry voice that conveyed no compassion.

Was this a new form of torture? Pete wondered to himself

Pete gritted his teeth, burying down his throat any groans indicating uneasiness and discomfort. It was a minor win,but it was a bit comforting.

'' What are you going to do to me?!'' he yelled while delivering a glare of affront and fury towards his captor.He did not know where he found the strength to scream that loudly. His voice boomed through the room and he felt his chest splitting in two as pain spread through it causing him to cough.

''I said before I did not like the kind of expression you are giving me. Seems you need more training'' his menacing words float around the room, reaching Pete's heart, coloring it with acute panic. The pain he was dealing with was already too much to handle. He did not need to add to his suffering.

He reached out his hands accepting the glass of water Vegas had brought him. His fingers clutched around the glass and he looked down at the water as if inspecting it.

''Do you want another beating?Next time you might end up actually dead'' The voice had expressed trying to bring reason into Pete's mind but those words seemed to have rearrange Pete's brain .

'' dead?'' He repeated in his mind.

'' That is right. Dead. Death is better than any of Vegas' punishments'' He exclaimed in his mind as this awareness ran through him like an electricity current waking him from the submission he was about to give to Vegas .

Pete gazed down into the water, frowning his eyebrows before raising his face to look at Vegas with a fulminating stare.

'' Fuck you'' he hissed throwing the glass of watter against the wall causing it to shatter into pieces spilling the content on the floor. If Vegas was going to test his limits to get him into submission , then Pete would test his limits to get him into killing him. It was a game of dominance and control that Pete wanted to put an end to before it properly started.

Vegas' cold eyes followed Pete's movements in a calculating manner. He certainly did not appreciate Pete's attitude. He was furious that despite what he put Pete through the young bodyguard had the courage to still go against him. This urged him to search for the root of this foolish bravery, rip it out and tramp on it.

''Seems I got myself an untamed dog, as expected from one of Kinn's underlyings''.

He dared to look at Vegas and felt a chill crawl down his spine. Maybe it was the way Vegas' voice had come out calm but Pete was nevertheless able to discern the ominous intent hidden beneath it .Maybe it was the constant dehumanizing by being called a dog just in the span of a few hours. Maybe it was a combination of both. But one thing was for sure, Pete was not looking forward to his punishment.