Page 6 of Beg for Death
The look in Felix's eyes as he fought with himself was intoxicating. His eyes darted around the room as if someone would emerge from the shadows to come and save him. But there were no saviors here. Only me; his personal demon. I grabbed a fistful of his hair when he hesitated for another second. Turning him around, I shoved him toward the bed. Felix tripped over the chain that led from his ankle, and face planted into the bed. When he dropped, his ass jiggled in the air. I grinned.
"You move too slow, boy. Here? That's gonna get you killed. You don't have freedom here. No decisions. No thoughts," I said as I leaned over his back and pressed two fingers into the side of his skull. "The only person you have is me. If I tell you to strip? You fucking strip. If I tell you to turn around? You turn around. And if I tell you to bend over?" He whimpered. I grinned. "You damn well better bend over. Do I make myself clear?"
He shivered underneath me. "Y-yes, sir," he whispered.
"Louder."
"Yes, sir!" he choked out.
"Good. Get up. You're going to shower and then you're going to eat." I unlocked the chain on his ankle to pull the remainder of his clothes free before slapping it back on. Couldn’t be too careful. I pushed off of him and headed into the bathroom. Opening the door, I waved. "Everything you need is already in there. Get cleaned up. I'll bring you clothes."
Felix didn't respond, just nodded and shuffled toward the shower stall. I left him to get clean while I slipped out of the room, locking the door behind me with a heavy key. Moving into the living room, I glanced around. I had grabbed a few things out his dorm room the day before. There were clothes, notebooks, and a stuffed bear that looked like it was on the verge of falling apart. All in all, his life was packed into a duffel bag and a suitcase. I'd left all his technology behind.
I rifled through the duffel and found a change of clothes. A pair of simple basketball shorts and a deep green T-shirt. I moved back into the room after unlocking it. The water was still going so I slipped into the bathroom and laid the clothes on the counter. After a few more minutes, I snatched the curtain aside, my patience long gone. I shut off the water. He shoved himself against the white tiles and panted like a scared animal.
"That's enough. Get out."
"But... but I?—"
"Out!" I snapped.
Felix practically tripped over his chain wrapped around his ankle. He nodded quickly and moved before he tripped again. Shivering, he wrapped his arms around himself.
"I-it's freezing."
"Here," I muttered, shoving a towel at his body. "Dry off and stop complaining."
Felix nodded sharply and started drying himself off. Once he was done, he laid the towel on the counter and reached for the clothes I had brought in. The T-shirt slid over his head, but when he reached for the shorts, he hesitated. I watched as his fingers flexed and curled. Finally, he picked up the shorts and then looked around.
"What?" I grumbled. "The fuck is wrong with you?"
"Um… I don't have… underwear," he muttered. "I need them."
"No, you don't."
"Please…"
"Get dressed. Now. You're going to eat and then you're going to shut up again."
I got into his personal space and loving the way every inch of him trembled. I dropped down and unhooked the chain. My eyes tracked every movement as he picked up the shorts and stared at them. Slowly, he pushed his legs through them before he dragged them up his waist. Every movement was jerky. I wanted to laugh as I put the chain back on. I stole one last glimpse of his soft belly before he tugged the shirt back down and glanced away from me. Shy. Like a little deer. Every once in a while, I saw the rebellion, the urge to fight, in his eyes. And then it was gone just as soon as it had come. I pushed off the counter.
"Go sit at your table," I said. "I'll bring you food."
"Please," he whispered. "Why are you doing this?"
I grinned. "Sins of the father," I said. "Dear old dad made a mistake, and I plan to take every single second of that mistake out on you, pequeno.”little
"My dad? I-I don't know anything about that. I didn't do anything!"
"Yeah? Well life ain't fair," I snapped. "Now drag your ass to that table and sit down before I make you do it and shove food down your throat."
He shivered. Felix's lips snapped together as quickly as they had parted. We trudged back into the bedroom and he slid into one of the chairs. He kept his head down, his eyes locked on the fingers that he twisted and toyed with. I left him there and moved to the kitchen. Dinner was simple for Felix: stew, bread, and water. It was a huge pot of the same beef concoction, and if he had a problem with that, well… who the hell cared? This wasn't a luxury hotel. It was enough to keep him alive.
I didn't even bother to heat it. Just grabbed a spoon and walked back into the bedroom. I froze. Felix wasn't sitting at the table anymore. I'd been so into my own thoughts that I hadn't even heard him move. My head whipped around. Bathroom? Empty. Bedroom? Empty. I looked down and saw the chain leading out the doorway. I practically threw myself out of it. When I caught myself, I realized he was standing in the living room, trying to yank on the chain around his ankle. His eyes snapped to mine, and I growled.
"Shit, shit, shit!" He panicked, yanking and pulling.
There was nowhere to go. This was my domain. I crossed the space between us and dug my nails into his scalp as I pulled his hair. His head snapped back. Panting, he reached up, his hands grabbing mine.
