Beastly

Four.

Looking at him, I can see how he might have been a bit of a dark horse before, like some sort of rock pirate wannabe and a handsome one at that.  He reminds me of a few guys I might have fucked in the Seventies, or maybe the Eighties.  Meh, probably both.  In different circumstances I might even have picked him over Josh if I'd seen him first.

But not so much now.  Jake had taken more of the impact in the crash than his older brother, that's for sure, not as handsome looking now.  I mean the guards could have at least put a patch over that eye wound, and he really needs to stop screwing his face up in pain, grabbing his side like that.  We get it, it hurts already...

Unhanded, he falls into a heap with a pained grunt at my perfectly pedicured feet.  Does this guy not realise he's meant to be impressing me right now??  And to think I made such an effort with my own outfit!  In case you were wondering - tight leather trousers and what you'd probably say are a bunch of strategically placed strips of black fabric across my chest.  The sleekest black ponytail and skyscraper peep toes.  Sounds good, right?  Right.

He, on the other hand, either wasn't wearing a shirt under this black, patterned jacket, or it somehow got ripped right off him.  Tattered Chelsea boots and trousers so torn there are more than a few glimpses of his juicy thighs.  Niceee, like, I totally wanna bite them, but overall I am far from pleased.

I arch an eyebrow at Josh, only to find as equally a pained look on his face as his brother.  It just annoys me further.  "Oh what now?!  I brought him up here didn't I?"  The floor shaking growl is further evidence that gets straight through to him, wobbles right up his spine

"Thank you, M-master.  I just...he's in so much pain."

"...And?  That's kind of the drill around here, mortal.  He got a face full of glass and a tree branch through his stomach, I'd say it's to be expected."  A swipe of my hand then sees him slide back a few feet, out of my ear for a moment.

I sink to my haunches over the groaning mess, coating my hands in latex medical gloves to lift his head by a clump of damp, sweat soaked hair.  Up close I can see where the glass went straight through to the eye socket, it's really lodged in there and glinting away at me.  The good eye is wide in fear as it fixes on me; but I'm sure it could be wider.

"Your brother tells me you're special.  I'm not really getting that right now so do you think you could maybe make a bit of an effort?"  His mouth just opens and closes, mind scrambling through confusion and pain.  It's so reminiscent of Joshua not all that long ago.  Do I really have to go through this all again?!

I drop his head with a huff and rise back to my feet, handing off the gloves to a mute guardsman to sit on my chaise - no - make it a throne this time.  I want a throne. 

In the absence of my presence Josh scurries over to his brother's side, smoothing the hair out of his eyes and whispering desperate encouragement.  He should be kneeling at my fucking side asking permission to do that.  Strike one.

"Jake, listen.  This is a big deal, okay?  We can't change that we're here, but if you impress her you can stay with me.  It's better, I promise.  Can you try for me?"

Touching, really.  And you should see how hard I just rolled my eyes.

Jake just looks back at him swimming in agony, words not registering and unable to keep from writhing.

"Master, can you make it stop?"

I shrug nonchalantly, deciding my nails are more interesting at the moment than this lovey doves  scene in front of me.  "Of course I can.  What a stupid question.  But why would I want to??  I don't think he's being sufficiently thankful for the opportunity right now."