Pinned Down - Whumptober Day 16
Alex tried his best not to tremble as Sir’s henchmen held him down, waiting for him to arrive. He knew he’d been bad
Alex knew he'd been bad. He'd seen it in Sir's face as he was pulled off the street, and he could feel it in the hands of whoever was holding him down.
He didn't bother hiding his trembling lips and shaky hands, hoping it would appease Sir and make him go easy, but when he walked in, whip in hand, Alex just knew. He wasn't getting out of it unscathed.
The henchman by his head tightened his grip, turning Alex to face Cer. It had been a long time since he'd seen that expression on his face, had seen the warning of fire and brimstone in his eyes. He doesn't look for long, averting his gaze and checking his restraints hopelessly hoping to get out.
“Try to keep quiet, I’ve had enough of your apologies.” Cer commands, bored of Alex’s pitiful squeaks. He lets the whip in his hand uncurl as he waits for Alex to be turned around, his back a bare canvas for the whip.
Alex stands tense, waiting for the first strike, waiting for the fire to explode across his back. The first strike misses, snapping by his ear and warning him to stay still.
Cer doesn’t miss the second.
By the end of the session, Alex is being held down, pinned to the metal slab of a bed as Cer strokes through his blood and sweat soaked hair. When he flicks his knife out, Alex doesn’t have the energy to flinch, but his eyes roll in fear.
“You know what happens now, don’t you? Another tally for fucking up, and another mark to prove you belong to me. Maybe next time you’ll think before opening your mouth.”
