The Bazaar Of H.A.S (Koli)

Chapter 2

For ten minutes Oli had been wondering around, trying to find the kitchen and avoiding the maid at the same time. Sure, she is an attractive little girl, but thats all she is. At this point of his life all he just wants is some alchool in his system and this stupid Bazaar, auction, fuckin whatever, to be over.

Finaly, he pusses open a door and meets with a big kitchen. On the kitchen counter there are bottles of basically everything. Beer, wine, liquor, human blood and more. Oli grabs a bottle of vodka, opens it and swallows down half of it. Then he takes the bottle of human blood and pures some into the half empty vodka bottle, the drink now taking a deep red colour.

Oli stares at his drink changing his mind. He takes his glass from before and pures some in. With a sigh he swallows down the rest of it thats left on the bottle. Throwing the bottle away on the counter he takes his glass and looks around. He sure as hell doesn't want to go back. He sees another door and decides to wonder around the house. Anything is better than going back to that old bastard.

Kicking the door open though he meets with a sight that brings a smirk on his face. He leans on the door and take a sip of his drink.

"Still not able to get someone to willingly fuck you Victor?"

The small room infront of Oli was a small naked room with just a small table and chairs in the middle. Rooms like that were used for the maids and slaves to eat all together. Now on the empty table there was the body of a young, raven haired boy. His upper body bent over the table. Hands on his sides and head down looking at the doors direction. Ones Oli's voice was heard his closed eyes had widen open. Now he was starring at the heavily tattooed man who's reputation was ahead of him.The boy was wearing only a white, to small even for his skinny and short figure, button up shirt and a short red skirt that was now pulled up.

Vic was standing behind him. A second ago he was unbuckling his pants but now his is glaring at Oli.

"Could you just piss off and go bang that maid girl Syko?"

He says, his voice full of hatred. A grin though appears on his face quickly "Or maybe you just really want my dick up your ass. Come on Oliver i know you are a slut for me" Vic smiles and winks.

"Funny" Oli chuckles "But lets be realistic Victor. Even if it was for it to happen, even if you were able to top ME, you would not be able to reach up there" Oli walks closer to the table and places his glass of alcohol and blood on it.

"Whatever just go fuck your little fan out there"

Vic rolls his eyes and places his hand on the small boys hip. He squeezes, his nails digging in the pale skin leaving marks as the boy whimpers. Vic spanks him hard and yells.

"What the fuck did i said about making a sound?"

The boy stays silent but starts shaking slightly. Now, Vic may have had his way with him more than ones in the past. And yes, every time he would hurt the young boy both physically and emotionally. But he new Vic, he hated him for all his done but he DID new him. That man infront of him was Oliver Sykes, THE Syko. The mad man that ripped hearts out and slaughtered people for the pleasure of his own insane self. At the moment he'd rather Vic having his dirty way with him. Cause the boy was scared, really scared.

Oli ignores the boy and glares at Vic while saying demandingly.

"Get. Out" Oli stands infront of Vic looking down at him. "Don't make me say it again."

"Are you seriously going to- Oh for fucks sakes Syko, you better watch your back cause you might get it one of those days."

With that Vic storms out of the room and splams the door shut behind him. Oli doesn't even bother to replay to the pointless threat. He grabs his glass and takes a sip of his drinking looking down on the young boy who's still bent over infront of him.