Page 5 of Blood Spilled
He laughs. “Oh yeah? Is this the part where your magic carpet sweeps under you as you reach for my hand, telling me you can show me the world? You can save the rest of your little speech, because I know all I need to know about you, Santiago. I know you are the scum of the earth, I just don't understand why. Were the servants not fast enough with your laundry growing up? Did they forget to read you a story before bed every night? Or maybethey accidentally overcooked your breakfast. Such hardships you've lived.”
If only he really knew. The servants were my saving grace most days. When I had been locked in my room for days without food or water, some had risked their lives to bring me a piece of bread or something to drink. I hid the evidence under the floorboards. When paper cups and plastic bottles were discovered, I never saw that servant again.
My father didn't even like the thought of me huddling under the sink for water and shut it off upstairs. He made sure I stayed in that room long enough with the dead body of the first boy I ever loved until I completely lost who I was.
Every good thing left in me had disintegrated that day. That's why I made myself hate Mateo so much, because it was safer for me and him. I never had any real intentions of killing him.
All these years, I was able to block out the worst day of my life by inflicting misery on others. My hurt toward my enemies made me forget about my own. Every kill my father executed later became mine. “Look mijito, you are going to sit here and watch me cut this man from head to toe. You are going to learn what happens when you are weak. This is your reminder of what it takes to survive in this life. This is what will make you become a man.”
Except all I ever saw when I looked in the mirror was a monster.
The room is silent until Angel clears his throat and I shift away when he reaches for something beside me. “Relax, little mouse. I'm just collecting the trash.”
He squeezed the bottle in his hands, and I reach for his arm without thinking clearly. “Please, can I have more water?” My words are strangled and raspy, making it obvious how much it pains me to get them out. My throat aches from the forced action.
He swallows so hard it causes his Adam's apple to bob in his throat. His gaze moves from my eyes to my hand still wrapped around his arm. “Since when do you think it's okay to touch your Master, huh? How dare you put your nasty hands on me and have the nerve to ask for water.”
He tosses my hand off of him so hard it hits the floor. I scoot back, but not far enough to avoid his grasp. He grabs me by my hair, dragging me closer to him. The floor scratches the skin of my knees. “I asked you a question? Why should I give you more water when all you do is disobey me and act out?”
My lips tremble and I try my best to have my words come out clear and firm. “Sorry, Master. I won't do it again. I'll be good, just need water.” I lick my lips and spread my knees apart. “Will do anything.”
I want him to accept my offer so I can catch him in a weak moment and use it against him. I’m not as willing to be his plaything as I want him to believe, but he doesn’t have to know that.
His breathing increases causing his nose to flare. He drags me closer to his face to where we are now touching nose to nose. “Oh, how the mighty has fallen. How about you accept what I'm willing to give you when I'm willing to give it? I'll be the one to decide whether you're deserving of anything or not and right now, I think I'll let you suffer a bit longer. Maybe it will show you not to throw yourself at me like some cheap whore.”
His hand drops between my legs and his finger presses against my hole, causing my stomach to clench. “Is that what you are? A cheap whore?”
I nod my head, gritting my teeth. “If that's what you want.”
He releases me and laughs, standing up. “Nice try. Don't think you can manipulate your way into getting what you want. This is my game and there is only one winner here—me. Don't forget that, little mouse.” He cocks his head. “Although maybe I willbring you more water for your efforts. I do have to admit your little performance was quite entertaining.” Looking straight in my eye, his face hardens. “But let me make myself clear, when I’m ready to give you my cock, it will be on my terms and you will love it.”
He stares at me for way too long, his eyes flickering with something I can't quite make out. I’m so affected by his gaze, it's nearly paralyzing and I can't move until he's turning away from me. When I’m finally released from the strange trance he has me under, I’m left more lost and confused than before. I don't hear the door lock when it slams loudly behind him. It doesn’t matter, there is no way I'm getting out of these chains.
The door opens again, and he has a blanket in his hands, along with a bottle of water. He smiles and drops the items in front of me. I want to reach for them, but I don't. He leans down again, and I flinch when his thumb grazes my cheek. “Tell me something, Santiago. Have you ever had anyone inside you before?”
I shake my head, regretting it the moment his lips turn up into a devious grin. His long pause sends a course of shivers down my spine. The look in his eyes is a mixture of heat and something wicked. He licks his lips and his thumb slides over my mouth. “Good.”
Six
Angel
Even though I haven’t been able to allow myself to be with anyone sexually in years, the thought of me being the first one to enter Santiago sends a rush of heat through me. The way his cheeks flushed hot and his eyes melted at my words tells me he may like it way more than he leads on. He may even be starved for it. I can tell he doesn't want to be though. His hate and disgust for me is evident in his tone. Oh, this is going to be fun.
I will have him begging for me in no time. When I first brought him here, I had no intentions of fucking him. Except I want to give him more reasons to beg and plead. I want to be the one who can give him the best pleasure right before it’s taken away. I want to turn everything that’s meant to be good for most people into something twisted and vile for him.
I won’t fuck him until he begs me though. I may not be a true representation of my name, but I still have some morals left. I have to admit being around him makes it difficult to remain cool and calm. I have to constantly remind myself of my humanity and not allow my lust for revenge to take over. Will I be any better than him if I do all these things I really want to do every time he pisses me off?
I stand up and he still doesn’t reach for the water and blanket. I guess him waiting for me to leave helps him keep some of his dignity. I'll let him have his little moment. After all, I was rough on him today. I got caught up in the moment. Though every time I leave him, the moment is over, and something gnaws at my stomach. It can't be guilt or empathy, because he deserves neither. When I walk out of the room, I stare back at him one last time and hardly recognize the man behind me. Releasing a sigh, I step outside the door and lock it.
I go to my office and bring up the camera screens. He thinks he's alone and these are his moments of privacy. He couldn't be more wrong. He is chugging the bottle of water too fast, occasionally gagging and choking on the liquid. The bottle crushes in his tight grasp and when it's empty, he tosses it behind him. He stares at the blanket at first like it’s going to come to life and eat him. His fingers gently caress it, and this goes on for only a minute before he is draping the thin material over his body and burying his head under it.
Remaining sitting up, he rocks back and forth with his eyes closed until his body goes still. There's a stinging in my heart and it's so sharp I have to shut the video off before I end up showing him more mercy than he deserves.
Remember why he's here Angel, and all the things he's done. Remember who he is.
Revenge should feel better than this, shouldn't it?
“Remember Angel, it's either them or you,” my father used to say to me when I was a teenager.
