Page 26 of Under His Heel: A Kidnapping

“I like this version of your pain better than from the vids,” Tracht said. He gripped Alex’s chin and kissed him again. “This will hopefully teach you to hold it for longer and not get yourself involved in anything stupid again.”

Alex shook his head and twisted his face away. His entire body was limp, exhausted.

As much as Tracht would have enjoyed leaving Alex tied up, it was impractical. He waited another five minutes to recover his own energy a bit, then he undid the chains.

“Go dispose of the urine, and then come back.”

“I have to? But—”

“Alex. I’m certainly not doing it. And if you complain too much, I might decide to extend this punishment by an extra couple of days.”

Alex scrambled out of the bed, wincing and limping lightly as he gingerly held the drainage bag.

Tracht was half asleep by the time Alex returned. He lifted an arm for Alex to slide into place, and he kissed Alex lightly. From the taste of it, Alex had taken time to wash his face and brush his teeth. He lightly traced the path of Alex’s tears with one finger.

“You didn’t cry for them,” Tracht said, after a moment. “I noticed. I was so mad that they were touching you, making you scream, but you didn’t cry for them like you do for me. Not until—”

Not until the tooth, but given the situation, the involuntary tears were inevitable.

Alex shrugged. “Dunno. Didn’t feel the same.”

No, it wouldn’t. They’d had no finesse, going simply for pain when there were so many different ways to torture somebody. They’d struck upon Alex’s trauma by sheer coincidence, not even realizing that they could have induced a more refined, delicate sort of terror in Alex.

Tracht pulled Alex closer, mindful of the broken hand. “That’s right. You’re mine. Mine to break, mine to mold. Mine to torture, and mine to give pleasure. So don’t ever let anybody get you into that kind of situation again. Is that clear?”

Alex rested his head against Tracht’s shoulder and tangled their legs together.

“Yes, Tracht.”

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