Torture ((neko!Ben x Jeff x Liu))

10. Deal

"No."

Jeff's face fell and he pulled away from Ben. "No?"

Ben shook his head, shrinking under the harsh stare. "I can't do that," Ben whimpered. "I was killed before. I can't put someone through that, not when I know how it feels."

Jeff sneered down at him with anger and disgust in his eyes. "You're pathetic."

Ben frowned. "What-"

Jeff grabbed a fist-full of Ben's pale blonde hair and yanked him towards the basement door. "Even when I put my dick in you, you're still not satisfied."

"Jeff!" Ben shrieked in pain as he was half dragged to the door, stumbling as he fought to pull away from the harsh grip.

Jeff started to take the rest of Ben's clothes off. "I made a mistake fucking you if you're gonna act like a pussy about killing." He shoved Ben's naked body into the room where he'd been kept when Jeff had first brought him to the house. "I thought for sure you could handle it if you were so willing to have sex with me. But maybe you're just a fucked up little slut. Anyway..." Jeff waved his hand around the room, smiling sweetly. "Welcome back home!"

Ben flung himself at Jeff's feet, gripping onto the bottom of the black ripped jeans. "Please don't leave me in here again! I've changed my mind! I'll kill someone for you!" he screamed, terror at being left alone again swamping his lungs.

Jeff reached down and pet his ears. "Oh, Benjie," he leaned down to stare into Ben's empty eye sockets. "I know you will," he whispered. He stood back up and gave Ben a kick to knock him out of the way of the door closing.

The lock flipped from the outside and Ben screamed, banging his fists on the door. "Let me out!" he sobbed, ears flat. "Jeff, please! Please let me out! I'll do it! I'll kill someone!"

There was no response.

Ben panted and stumbled away from the door. His chest felt like it was on fire as he struggled to breathe, hyperventilating. His vision blurred and darkened and he fell backward, holding his head and drooling.

I can't be alone. I can't be alone. I can't be alone. 

His body tingled all over as if his blood wasn't circulating properly and it was getting harder to think clearly. All he knew was that he was all by himself. Black tears poured down his face while he cried and he turned onto his side, holding himself. He tried to hold back the scream of pure anguish that rose in his throat and failed miserably, the sound hurting his own ears.

A harsh kick came at the door. "Shut the fuck up!" Jeff screamed on the other side.

Ben panted hard, trembling where he lay.

Hours passed. The only time Ben knew that Jeff was still home was when the door was opened once and one bowl of water was  pushed inside.

Sometimes Ben would fall asleep and dream of being outside in the grass. Other times he'd dream of being bent over on Jeff's couch. And a few times, he'd dreamed of being drowned in blood. The only good dreams were the ones of him getting fucked, which made him long for Jeff so much more every time he'd wake up.

Though he was given water frequently, Jeff hadn't said a word to Ben nor given him any food. Every now and then, Ben would sit at the door and scratch until his claws bled around the rims and became too sore to continue. "Jeff! I'm gonna starve!"

But there was never an answer. The water got less frequent and every time Ben went to sleep he thought he might not wake up again.

Finally, the door opened, fully this time.

"Oh. You're still alive. Are you hungry?"

Ben was seated in the only chair in the room, gripping onto the sides. He looked up slowly, letting out a weak, trembling breath. "Yes," he croaked.

Jeff stood in the doorway, grinning wide. "Great!" He had something in his arms and threw it onto the floor. It was a huge black bag that thumped hard against the floor as it was thrown.

Ben stared at it, then looked back at Jeff, who was holding out one of his large kitchen knives.

"You'll need this."

Ben stood up from the chair and walked slowly over to the man, taking the knife out of his hand and looking at it.

Jeff stared down at Ben, head tilted. "I've missed you," he whispered.

Ben looked up at him dully. "I've missed you, too."

Jeff smiled and grabbed the door, backing away. "Make it quick and yell for me when you're done."

"Wait!" Ben gasped. "I-I'll still do it! I will!" he said quickly when Jeff gave him an irritated look. "All I want is for you to be here with me while I do it," he begged. "Please."

Jeff looked him up and down. "Get on your knees and beg for me. I need to know how badly you mean it. I'll only give you one shot to convince me."

Ben knew Jeff wasn't bluffing. He stared at the man with a hollow feeling as he fell down to his knees. "Please," he begged. "I want you to stay with me." His mind raced with the emptiness he'd felt after being left alone again. "Please don't leave me. I think I might die without you." He grabbed Jeff's boot and leaned over to drag his tongue along its thick laces and strong-smelling leather.

Jeff gave him a pleased look. "You really don't wanna kill anyone, do you?"

Ben stared up at him and gave the tiniest shake of his head.

"Fine," Jeff sighed.

Ben felt his hopes rise like the sun until Jeff spoke again.

"In that case, you're going to do something else for me," Jeff purred with a hint of excitement in his voice.

Dread sank in his stomach like a rock. "What?"

"Well, you might not like hurting people," Jeff continued, lifting his boot and kicking it into Ben's chest, using it to hold him down on the floor. "But I like hurting you. And I think you like it, too."

Ben gasped as he was kicked, flushing dark. "I don't like it!" he argued, though even when he remembered being beaten with the belt, a twinge of arousal spiked in his stomach. It had definitely hurt, and he'd thought of the memory as a bad one, but... then when I think of us having sex after him beating me, it feels... different...

"Don't lie to me," Jeff chuckled. "I already told you, you're a freak! You think I didn't notice how turned on you got when I mentioned our age difference?" The boot slid down his stomach and to his groin, pressing up between his legs.

Ben bit his bottom lip hard and tried to cross his legs. "S-So what?" he stammered.

"I hoped to eventually get you used to killing so I can record you doing it and get money for it," Jeff shrugged. "Guys like me would pay pretty well to see a cute twink like you getting dirty like that. But this..." he lowered himself on top of Ben and grabbed his hips. "This is so much better. You're like a horny little fleshlight! I could make so much off of you spreading your legs and showing your hole to gross old men to get off to, and have fun while doing it~"

Ben fought to hide his arousal at all the things being said to him. He thought of himself on Jeff's mattress, bent over in front of a camera. He was so flustered at this point that he could barely respond.

"That sound good?" Jeff tilted his head.

Ben had to shove away the abundance of dirty thoughts fogging his brain. "If you let me eat regular food, I will," Ben nodded quickly. "A-At least sometimes," he added quickly. "And if you make a lot of money off of me, then- then you have to chill out with the killing stuff around me, okay?" He turned his head away, blushing. "Other than that, you can use me for anything else."

"Wow," Jeff breathed, smiling. "You really are a little perv. Fine. Deal."