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In Sansonâs mind, he was keeping his promise, it was the slave who was not fulfilling his end of the bargain. However, the vampire could be patient. He had been so far and as far as he was concerned, that patience was being rewarded with a panting, desperate slave, truly a beautiful sight. Humming to himself, he waited to see if the other would speak again. If not, he had already made up his mind to just leave the slave strung up until one of the guards informed him that the man needed to be returned. It would be a disappointing end to his game, but one he was prepared to go through with nonetheless. Slaves needed to learn to obey, after all.Â
When a real answer finally came, Sanson was quiet, letting the slave say everything he wanted rather than interrupt him. That could cause things to stop. Besides, he wanted to know the entire reason instead of questioning it part way through. The cursing was annoying, but he allowed it for the time being. His more important order was being obeyed. The particulars could be set aside for a few moments. He had to lean in slightly to hear the last whispered words, but he caught them well enough. Stepping forward, he placed a hand on the slaveâs cheek and smiled. âGood boy.âÂ
So it was the humiliation and degradation that important. That certainly explained why the pain would help. If things hurt, then that was the easiest part to focus on and act as a distraction. Sanson reached up to the restraints and began undoing them. âSee? If you are good, I keep my word.â Once each of the cuffs were loose, he held out his hand to see if the slave needed any assistance getting down, although he was almost certain the man would vehemently object to any sort of help.Â
Bolt had always known that truth was overrated. Because at the end of the day it didnât really matter. The truth might always be there, but it was the things that people chose to believe that mattered. Of course in that moment after making the admissions heâd never thought heâd say out loud Bolt wasnât quite so sure he believed that anymore. Maybe there were some truths you just couldnât hide from no matter how fucking hard you tried. He flinched as the other touched him and called him a good boy and without meaning to his body shivered in conflict. Part of him thrilled and the rest terrified how good those two little words felt.Â
Bolt was momentarily jarred from his swirling thoughts when the other actually did as he said he would. He blinked and looked surprised, but clearly relieved. He jerked awkwardly away from the other batting at the otherâs offered hand even as he stumbled forward a bit away from the cross. He took a moment working his arms and shoulders trying to focus on that. He still couldnât quite make himself look at Sanson and focusing on his only slightly stiff arms helped distract him a bit.Â
After a moment he slowly pulled himself up back to a posture more like his usual puffed up self and he glowered at the other. âCan I go now?â














