Impress Me Not: Neon Underground

Chapter 1

The room was dark, shadows hiding most of the items that were lined up on the wall. There wasn't much that a person could see if they were just using the little candles that had been lit up. It took an expert just to be able to see everything as it was. There weren't any windows in the room, either. Which meant that you never knew what time of day or night it was. No noise could be heard from that room either. It was designed to keep everything there and solely there as soon as the heavy door shut.

It was a beautiful masterpiece. And it was his.

"You know," He grabbed the flogger that had been hanging neatly on his wall. "I had a lot of faith in you." Then he turned back to the man who occupied this space with him. "I truly believed that you would be good for him. That you could make him happier, or perhaps help him to feel a little less stressed."

The man was gorgeous, he would give him that. Those green eyes must be so good at grabbing people's attention. But he enjoyed them the most when they were wide with fear, like in that moment. Nothing gave him a better rush than knowing that he was truly going to show someone to not mess with the people he loved.

"It's a shame that you had to break both my trust, and his," He started walking towards him slowly, torturing him with anticipation more than anything else right then. "You see, Anton's pretty nice when it comes to people who break his heart. Me, though?"

He hit the flogger on his chest as hard as he could, enjoying the muffled screams as each strap of leather punished him more. He made sure that he was shirtless for this. This needed to hurt as much as possible. He needed him to learn his lesson.

Melvin grabbed the man's chin, forcing him to look at him. Those green eyes were still wide with horror, his pupils shrinking, even with the little light.

"I'm not a nice person, Mateo," he told him. "Now, I'm not going to let you hurt anyone else with your foolishness. Especially not Anton. You aren't going to be in his vicinity for the rest of your life. Do you understand?"

He looked like prey, all tied up in one of his special rooms. Melvin made sure to use his worst rope on him. It was the kind that irritated your skin, albeit the twines of string were still extremely strong. Melvin had managed to tie him up really well once he had gotten ahold of him. Mateo just nodded his answer to him, like a good, submissive man.

"You're learning fast," Melvin gave him a devilish smirk. "I heard that you say you're really experienced with both sexes, am I right?"

Mateo looked confused, but nodded again. He was probably wondering where he heard that from. It was such a thrill to see the confusion mixed with the fear.

"I'm sure that might have helped you in the past," Melvin let go of his chin, moving his hand down to gently caress the red marks that were made. The man flinched a little, but he didn't have enough wiggle room to fully move away from him. Seeing him flinch spawned a new wave of anger in him. "But it's not going to help you here."

He hit him again with the flogger, making the man scream again. The muffled yells were therapeutic to him. It made him hunger for more. That chest of his was too tones for it not to be able to take all of these punishments. But it wasn't just his chest that he wanted to feel pain. He went behind him and hit him in the back. The rope constrained his arms, keeping them above his head, while they also kept his legs tied to the metal poles that Melvin had made sure were installed in all his rooms.

They were always so useful.

As soon as the man screamed out, Melvin grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him back. He wasted no time invoking fear in him. Just from having him this close to him, Melvin could tell that his heart rate was raised. The man's breathing was heavy, but not enough to be considered worrisome. Melvin wanted to make sure that this didn't kill him. He had so many other plans for him that night.