Snowed In(manxman)

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Will was shaking, shivering, covered in his own vomit and stinking of sweat and blood. There was just enough laudanum in his system to make any thought of breaking free of his ropes impossible, but not enough to make him unaware of his surroundings or his pain.

He felt as if he’d been ripped open by the large outlaw who had just come into this room, shoved himself inside of him, slammed him repeatedly, let out a few moans and then left…

Thompson Caudill came raging into the room, “How dare you vomit all over that bed!” he bellowed. Will whimpered as he lay flat on his stomach, splayed out with a hand tight to each side of the headboard and an ankle to each bedpost.

He heard the leather strap whip through the air just before it connected with the sweat slicked skin of his back. Will cried out in pain against the gag in his mouth. Thompson knew what he was doing. The strap was thick enough that it wouldn’t break skin and yet thin enough that it still felt as if Will were being stung by a thousand honeybees.

“Now I have to make the men outside wait until I get you cleaned up! You had better not vomit again!”

Will felt a tear roll down his cheek. More men? He had already been violated six times tonight. He was bleeding and felt as if a knife had been driven inside of him. Surely Thompson didn’t expect him to lay with even more…..

“Stop acting as if you don’t enjoy it. I’ve seen you around, Will. You love it when men shove themselves inside of you,” Thompson laughed. “And I love the money it makes me,” he patted Will on the cheek and Will glared at the man with more hate in his heart than he had ever felt toward any one person before, “I’ll never let you go, Will. You belong to me for the rest of your life.”

Will sat bolt upright and then jumped to his feet as his stomach rolled. Quickly he ran though the tiny cabin, threw open the front door and fell to his knees in the snow as he lost the contents of his stomach.

Steam rose around his head as he heaved over and over desperately fighting back wave after wave of nausea as they assaulted him.

A cold wet nose pressed against his neck and Will jumped a little before realizing it was Beaux. The hound whimpered and nudged him a bit as if to urge him to come back inside.

A blanket was draped over Will’s shoulders and big hands closed around his upper arms, pulling him back up to his feet, “Get back in the house, dammit, before you freeze to death out here,” Turner’s deep voice growled.

Will trembled with the sensations that coursed through him at this man’s touch. He didn’t understand it. Turner was bristly, mean, rude and a downright jackass. He didn’t even seem to like Will! Besides that, Will had no real reason to think that Turner was a man who would want to lay with another man.

“Thanks,” Will mumbled. The warmth inside the cabin enveloped him as Turner closed the door and led Will over to the sofa. He left his side momentarily and Will heard him pouring water into a cup just before he reappeared beside him and offered him the drink.

Will took it and downed several long sips, “Care to explain what that was about?” Turner grumbled, rubbing his tired looking dark eyes with his fists.

Will shook his head as he sat the cup on the floor, “No.”

Turner grabbed up the fire poker and jabbed it into the dying flames of the fire, bringing it back to life as he added a few more chunks of wood.

Will rolled his eyes as he curled up in a ball and wrapped the blanket tighter around himself. Turner sure was showing that fireplace who was boss.