Page 76 of Freak Camp
Then he touched Tobias on the shoulder.
Tobias bowed his head and gritted his teeth, even though the hand was gentle, thoughtful.From his shoulder, the Director hooked his fingers under the collar and pulled Tobias’s head hard, sideways.Tobias choked a little but held on tighter to the chair, and the Director smiled and patted him on the back of his head.
“Smart,” he said.“Good boy.”
When his other hand slid over Tobias’s hip, Tobias straightened and stared straight ahead, squeezing the back of the chair until his fingers were numb, trying to hold on to some control to head off the panic.
The Director didn’t fuck monsters.That was the rumor.Tobias had never seen proof either way, but he still expected the hand to slide around to where he was pressed against the chair, to hook into the waistband of his pants.
The Director paused.“I take it that the guards, such as Mr.Todd and Mr.Horwitz, enjoy using your body for their own sexual gratification?”Tobias took a shaky breath, and fingernails dug into his hip.“Answer me, freak.”
Tobias exhaled.“Yes, sir.”
“What sexual practices have you been taught to perform?Be specific and comprehensive.”
No.No, no, no.He’d had guards and hunters ask him that before, though not in those words.The Director’s hand loosened and retightened, grinding long fingers into the bruises.“Blowjobs.Handjobs.I stand still while they h-handle themselves or m-m-me.S-sometimes while they are interrogating me, it also seems to c-cause them s-sexual g-gratification.”
“Have you been anally penetrated by any object or body part?”
He couldn’t stop a small whimper.Worse, he knew the man behind him would hear, would know.He was terribly aware of the Director’s hand.Aware of the slowly growing pain in his hip, terrified those long fingers would relax and slide beneath his pants.“N-n-no, sir.”
“Why not?You seem to have been used for everything else.”
Tobias couldn’t slow down the spike in his breathing or the way his arms shook before him, still clenching the chair.“I-I don’t know, sir.”Please please please I don’t know but please let whatever keeps them off still be there, please not today.
“Hmm.Do you touch yourself for the sexual pleasure of yourself or others?”
Tobias shook his head violently and remembered just in time to keep his grip on the back of the chair.He pulled back slightly, and the Director slammed him back into the unyielding wood.“N-n-no,” he choked out.“No, sir.Never.”
“Good.”The hand left Tobias’s hip.“Spread your legs.”
When Tobias didn’t move to obey quickly enough—he wasn’t thinking right, couldn’t get his brain and his body to work together, or maybe it was that his brain had stopped thinking and all his body could remember was to clutch the chair—the Director shoved him forward, hard, over the curved wood and kicked his feet apart.Tobias gasped, and the Director jerked his head up roughly.
The Director’s voice was calm, clear, as though reciting an instruction manual.“When I tell you to do something, you will do it promptly and without question.Hesitations will be punished.Mistakes will be punished.Any sign of disrespect or rebellion will be punished, because a monster without obedience is a plague-carrying vermin, consuming resources it does not deserve and existing only as a threat to humankind.Do you understand, or will you require more explicit instruction?”
“I und-d-derstand, s-sir.”
The Director used his grip on Tobias’s hair to shove him forward, then let him go.“Good.You will not move your legs, you will not let go of the chair, and please keep your noise to a minimum.”
Tobias swallowed, gritted his teeth together, and closed his eyes as both of the Director’s hands settled on his waist.This time, there was nothing casual or gradual about the touch.The Director’s hands moved over his body like he was inspecting a beast in an auction.He squeezed Tobias’s arms, ran a hand up his chest, and then jerked his shirt up.Tobias flinched, but managed to stop himself from making a noise as he felt the cool office air against his bare back, and the even cooler caress of the Director’s fingertips.
“Fascinating scar pattern,” he said, half to himself.“On any other monster, I’d say you were a piece of shit that ought to be burned.But of course, most monsters don’t survive for ten and a half years in our facility.You’re quite an anomaly, 89UI.With the exception of certain individuals in Intensive Containment, you are our longest surviving monster.I find that fascinating.”
When the Director hooked his thumbs in Tobias’s pants and pulled them as far down as they would go with his legs spread apart, Tobias couldn’t keep back a choked cry, which he repeated when the Director began touching him below the waist, even though he handled Tobias’s hips and ass with the same dispassionate thoroughness with which he had examined Tobias’s shoulders and back.
The Director paused behind Tobias, his hand on Tobias’s inner thigh.His fingers clenched hard, like they had earlier on his hip, and Tobias sobbed again.“89UI, do you honestly expect me to be aroused by touching you?”
Tobias tried to remember how to breathe.It was hard to force air into his lungs when a hand wasright there, when there was a real human behind him.The Director didn’t fuck monsters.
But maybe the Director just didn’t let it get out.Few men were like Crusher, willing to pull their dicks out during a filmed interrogation, with the freaks in the shower, or in the barracks with the lights on.Maybe the Director fucked things, but when he did, they were never seen again.The Director of the ASC would have ways to clean up the mess so that no one asked questions.
The Director’s hand closed like a vise and dragged his unexpectedly sharp nails upward, cutting into Tobias’s skin.He stifled another sound, barely remembering in time to keep his legs spread, his hands on the chair.His fingers were so tightly clenched that he couldn’t feel them anymore.
But the Director’s voice was calm, smooth, with a hint of warning.“When I ask you a question, you will answer.Do I need to repeat myself?”
Tobias shook his head.“No, sir.No, sir.”He could feel wetness dripping down his leg, but he couldn’t tell if the Director had drawn blood or if it was just sweat.
The hand didn’t loosen.“Are you responding to my directive about not making me repeat myself, or are you answering my original question?I expect you to be specific and clear in your responses, 89UI.”
