Master Tomlinson

28-Betrayal

My newfound blood-thirst was beginning to scare me. It was the reason that I hadn't slept all night; as I was pondering the ways that I could kill Roy Hutchins, even thought Louis would take that into his own hands. If you asked me a year ago if I thought that I would be planning a murder with my lover— who happens to be my Master— I wouldn't have believed you. But as the upcoming sequence of events rolls out— packing our bags, getting "the call", and seeing the black car roll into the car park— It is now believable.

That entire morning was one big rush. We woke up without an alarm clock and not even an hour later we received a call. Louis never told me specifically what was said, but enough to let me know that we had Roy where we wanted him. Our bags were packed in less than half an hour and we waited for another long hour for the car to arrive, picking bits of toast into our mouths as we did so. Louis tried to remain visibly calm for my sake, but he wasn't fooling me. I've been too observant for my own good during my entire life. I waited out the morning while keeping a calm facade for his sake, like he did for me. There wasn't much said anyway, only small talk. In reality, there was no reason for any serious conversation about it— Roy would be dead soon, and I would be safe. If all went according to plan; we'd be home by tonight.

The drive was quiet also. Louis seemed to go into this phase of quiet contemplation, his blue eyes holding vacancy whenever his head tilted to look straight ahead. My hand was held tightly by his own, as though to give me the sense that he was present with me. He even flashed me a reassuring smile every now and then, but I could see that he was getting quite bothered by whatever he was thinking about.

"You can tell me." I whispered to him so that the driver— who I swear did not move since we got in— couldn't hear our conversation. Louis instantly broke out of his contemplation when he heard my voice. His eyes were no longer vacant as he looked at me now. Without having to ask any questions, he knew what I was talking about. He squeezed my hand tighter.
"I don't want you to be scared of me." Louis admitted, his tone normal. He didn't seem to care about the driver knowing what we were talking about, so I mirrored his tone. "What do you mean?" I questioned. Louis was hesitant to explain, but continued. "If you see anything. I don't want you to be scared of me," Louis' eyes looked pained now, but once he repeated it I understood. It must've been the lack of sleep making my brain unable to grasp his words. He was talking about the predicament we were about to be in— where he would take it upon himself to kill the man who sought me out. I didn't want to scare him by saying that I would be more than pleased rather than petrified, but I didn't want to come across as sadistic as my thoughts were.

"Don't be ridiculous," I objected, furrowing my eyebrows. "I have seen far worse than anything you could do to him." That didn't make him any more prepared to let me watch though. If anything— he wanted to protect me further from seeing those vile images again.
"Promise me?" Louis whispered now, his eyes glossing over. Without hesitance, I nodded. "I promise." I leaned in and connected our lips as though I was sealing the promise. His kiss held some desperation, and for the first time in the last 24 hours, I felt terrified. The way that he kept a death grip on my hand and looked at me after a long break in conversation, almost to see if I would be ridden with thoughts of awful things, made me internally panic. My mask was cracking, and so was his.

I couldn't say that I knew where exactly we ended up, because I had absolutely no clue.
The car turned onto a dirt road an hour from the cottage, going down a straight stretch for miles until it stopped at a metal warehouse. Not only was it a warehouse, it looked like an old slaughterhouse or farm. The way that the rusty red colour ran down the steel panels made it look like blood dripping down a wall, when in reality it was just the metal corroding. The place looked abandoned entirely, but surely there would be people inside waiting for us. Louis didn't seem comforted right away when he set his eyes upon the building, but I assumed that it was from the fact that this place looked sinister.

"Something isn't right," Louis mumbled to me, his eyes looking quizzically at our surroundings. "There should be at least two other cars here." It was at this point that I knew something had gone wrong in the plan.
I immediately picked up on his tone of voice. He was aware of danger, and didn't want the driver to hear us anymore out of distrust. "Can we have a moment?" Louis asked rhetorically, and the broody man only nodded his bald head, shimmying out of the vehicle. Once he was out of range, Louis became frantic. "Something is entirely wrong here," Louis confirmed, his death grip on my hand was depleting the blood flow. His eyes scanned the surroundings, watching the driver as he lit a cigarette and stared back into the car. The look on his face was smug and cocky enough to confirm that he definitely wasn't the person who was supposed to pick us up. Louis grunted under his breath, his period of contemplation returning for a minute or so. "You stay here." He demanded, his hand breaking the connection from mine. I shrieked at his sudden movements towards the door handle, my face turning pale. "You're not going alone," I argued, moving out of view from the smoking man outside. "This could be a set up. He could've paid off some guys!" Louis grew angry at the thought, but worry soon overcame his face. "I don't want anyone getting a hold of you," Louis whispered desperately, his hands cupping my cheeks. "I don't want them to do anything bad to you anymore. Please, let me go alone." Louis pleaded, his words getting caught as he attempted to get them out. I could feel my tears beginning to form as I watched him crumble in front of me. But there was no time to respond, as his door swung open eagerly.
The chubby driver, who reeked of tobacco, was behind it.
"That's long enough to say your goodbyes." He said simply, before he grabbed Louis' arm. Before I could react, someone was at my door also. Sounds of restrain came from Louis as he cussed and shouted my name, his fists flying desperately to connect with the fat man containing him. There was no use to fight when he had such an advantage over Louis' weight, despite how much more toned Louis was. The last thing I saw was Louis' face, staring at the man who contained me with surprise. It was as if he knew him and the look of betrayal spread across his face. I felt something connect with my scalp, and everything went dark.