I think I'll make a proper oc introduction, just not today, anyways this is very much inspired by whumptober no. 20 prompt! - "It's been a long day" with fetal position and going into shock
CW // Mentions of sexual abuse, human trafficking, captivity, incontinence, burning and my poor english grammar :|
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Jules was often thrown around his owners friends, but the woman he ended up at last week, was the most cruel. He learnt to be quiet, be obedient, but it wasn't enough for her.
His Mistress - as she required him to call her - always found flaws in his behavior. No matter what the boy did. Her punishments ranged from simple whipping or beatings, to sexual abuse and death scares. Fear of never waking up again was stronger than anything in Jules' life and Mistress knew it very well. That's why, her hands tugging on his already thin hair prompted immediate screams.
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Jules broke a teacup.
Another one this week. Yet it was enough for her to get incredibly angry. The sound of porcelain hitting the hardwood floor, was like the sound of nails hitting the coffin with Jules' name written on it. Scrambling to hide the evidence, he fell to the ground, cutting the shaky fingers on the pieces. But the footsteps were approaching faster and faster, seemingly to the speed of tears flowing on his face. The closer the sound was, the more tears chocked Jules up.
Until She walked into the room, with what appeared to be an angry grimace, but he wouldn't know better, the tears covered his vision.
The woman looked around the kitchen. Kettle still on the hot induction plate. The boy crawled on the floor, to the nearest wall, hugging it tightly, hoping, praying, that somehow it will swallow him and save him.
But life just doesn't work that way, does it.
Sudden grab of his thin white hair woke up Jules from the delusion of safety, he didn't even process the screaming of the Mistress.
Though she surely did hear his. Every inch of movement, only making them louder and louder.
Pressing the left side of his face to the hot induction plate, immediately caused a blood curdling scream, that just wouldn't end.
Every second felt like he was burning in hell. Tugging and wiggling didn't work, he tried pushing, kicking, but his face was more and more pressed into the hot induction plate. Skin melting into the material, peeling off from his muscles at every tug and move, scorching, burning into black when it finally came off completely.
His whole body wanted to get away at any cost, gasping for air, trying to do something... but it was useless. His muscles failing to stop the humiliation of pissing himself. Like a helpless child. The sound of drips of liquid, pushing him into shame more and more, wet clothes sticking to his scarred skin.
Every tear evaporating as soon as it hit the plate, their salt only worsening the pain from exposed tissues.
Jules felt like every fibre of his being was on fire. His left eye felt like it's going to melt out the socket at any second. The burnt eyelids couldn't even close properly, eyelashes and eyebrows disappearing with the foul stench of burnt hair, to never grow back again.
Every second felt like a lifetime.
Until Mistress finally dropped his head.
Jules' trembling body, sliding onto the floor, with a humiliating splash.
- Pathetic.
And he truly was pathetic at this moment. Curling up into a fetal position, hiding away his freshly burnt face
Just as the kettle began whistling, Jules wished he could forget everything that happened today. It was barely evening, but yet, today was a long day. It sure felt like it was...
No heavy tws, only medical and bit of self deprecation.
Enjoy, and now i will disappear for three months again
I also have once again forgot how to do read more on mobile so excuse me TwT
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Waking up in an unfamiliar place was a bit shocking for Cody. It seems he fainted, while on Ilai's knees. Opening his eyes, he saw a white ceiling, with equally bright also white lamps. Lowering his sight, he looked around himself. A lone blue curtain on the right, and a wall on the left. Cody was laying in a hospital bed, with tubes around him. Slightly panicked he jumped in the bed. His jaw was wired shut, immobilized completely. With pale fingers, he grabbed the curtain and pulled it back. Seeing other patients, his fear was at least a bit lowered. But that didn't mean he liked any of this.
- Ah! You woke up... That's good. - Ilai walked into the room with Max again. - The doc wouldn't tell us much, because we're not family. But since you woke up that must be a good sign.
- I mean your not dead, that's enough to be a good sign. No one knows your name though... And now you can't really tell us... - Max sighed, crossing her arms.
Cody looked around again. He only could let out a quiet 'mhm'. Eyes upon the pair, still full of fear.
- It will be okay, man. I promise. Um... Maybe u could write your name down? So at least we know how to call you. - Ilai started rummaging through his pockets looking for any pen and paper. He only found a pen though. - Okay so maybe just write it on my arm. - he held out the pen to Cody.
The boy slowly wrote his name on the punk's skin and looked up at him.
- So... Cody! - he smiled gently.
- Cody. We will remember you for sure. - Max laughed along. - You gave us quite the fright. Doc said you will probably be released soon, if you need a place to stay then just say so. Or rather just nod. - She shrugged with a smile, Cody nodding as she asked.
-Wait, Max, did you eavesdrop on the doctors? They wouldn't let Me know anything. God, you're such an ass. - Ilai couldn't help but laugh at the woman. Cody smiled lightly.
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Their flat wasn't very big, but it was enough for Cody. He barely knew them but he felt the best he ever did with anyone. His jaw was still wired shut to heal, but at least Cody could smile a bit.
- So, tell me, buddy, you either caaan sleep together with me in one bed~ as two bros do. Or just on my bed... Alone. I will be on the couch then. - Ilai hugged him from behind, he was much taller than him
- Don't listen to him, he will just sleep on the couch. You're the sick one here, you need rest.
- But Maaaaxiieeeee
- Worst case scenario I will sleep with him, he is my brother after all. - She sighed, with a hand on her forehead in embarrassment.
Oh. They are siblings. Cody thought they were a couple this whole time. No matter though, he didn't want Ilai to be uncomfortable. Since they got him a notepad, he wrote "We can sleep together in one bed. I don't mind", to the surprise of the siblings.
- W-well I was half-joking. But if you don't mind then it will be the most comfortable, since I have a big bed. - Ilai laughed, while his cheeks were bright pink.
Cody didn't have any clothes of his own, so right now he was wearing too-big clothes from Ilai. He sat him down on the big bed in his room. It wasn't... Big per se. But spacious. Light blue walls, a closet hidden in a wall, a big window with half-dead plants on the windowsill, a fluffy gray carpet, right next to the bed a modern-looking desk with a computer on it. Cody rarely had a chance to look at technology like that, not to mention even touching it. Seeing his interest Ilai's eyes lit up.
- Do you like it? Maybe we can play games together while you recover! I will beat you for sure though - His laugh filled the room - okay okay maaaybe I will go easy on you for a few first times.
Cody wrote on his notepad - "I never played any video games before. "
- Wait you're kidding right? No? Jesus. What were you doing in your childhood? Well, no matter, I will teach you and show you a bunch of games. We have a console in the living room too. - Ilai ruffled the boy's hair, which prompted him to squint and tense - Hey you good?
- mmhm... - Cody let his muscles relax finally. He looked up at Ilai. He wasn't going to hurt him, wasn't he?
He already entrusted his health to him and now he's living with him. He could do whatever he wanted to Cody. IF he wanted.
But he showed nothing but kindness to his worthless self. He kneeled on the floor and hugged the punk's legs. Squeezing himself tightly to them, while a confused expression painted his face.
- Cody...? - The brunette blushed lightly, slowly lowering his hand onto his head, again, the boy's eyes squeezed shut, but when the gentle touch went down to his cheeks, and brushed against his pale skin, with such tenderness...
Cody opened his eyes, finally letting himself cry. Ilai didn't know how to react, unsure how to console the boy, he sat down on the floor and put his arms around him.
- Whatever had happened... I will not let it happen again. I promise... It's okay now... You're safe.
Let me know if you want to be tagged in other stories than Don't get far away Precious or not cause i do not know shit about taglists
CW/ manipulation and abuse mentions and threats, slight rape mention
Mikołaj went to sleep finally, squeezing himself next to the mattress on the hard floor. It wasn't pleasant, and he always woke up a little cranky afterward.
- Honey. - A familiar voice woke him up for good. It was his mom, softly smiling at him - I made breakfast... it's not much but you still gotta eat something.
- Okay... - Mikołaj sighed, blushing a bit. His mom still treated him like a little boy sometimes.
He sat down at the table next to his little brother. There wasn't much for breakfast. Some buns bought on the end of the day sale, with cheese and tomatoes, and cheap black tea to drink. Mikołaj looked down at the cup, the water was muddy, it wasn't of the best quality around these parts of the city.
- thank you, mom... For the breakfast - he smiled a little and the woman nodded. - I have to go to work soon so I probably won't eat a lot.
- But it's Sunday, I thought you would stay home today. - Magda frowned - You already work too hard during the week. You should get some rest.
- I was hoping we would go hang out today...! - his brother pouted, not happy.
- Mom, Tymek, I have to, and it's not a big job either. I will try to be back sooner today, I promise.
Magda wouldn't push her son anymore to stay, so she just sighed with a pained expression.
He ate one bun and drank the tea as fast as he could. Got a change of clothes and left the house, with a simple "I love you" while leaving. A man from another block of flats said he will pay him for repairing his shower. The man was an acquaintance of his. While they weren't friends, they talked a bit, and Mikołaj accidentally confessed to having this dire situation with money.
He knocked on the front door, to soon be greeted by the man. His name was Josef, and he was a middle-aged man, with short brown hair and round glasses. A kind face and from what Mikołaj could gather, he was a father to two kids, and after a divorce.
- Here you are! I was waiting for you. - Josef chuckled softly and invited the boy inside, showing him what was wrong with the shower, which Mikołaj started working on almost immediately - You know Miko, You need quick money right?
- Yeah, kinda... - Mikołaj bit his lip. - stupid shower head...
- Listen here, I know this guy, he has a work agency. He mostly hires young strong men like you, you work abroad, and earn much more this way. Usually only for about a month or two.
- w-wait really? - Mikołaj stopped for a bit. It sounded... A little shady to say the least. But he did worse things and if a kind father is recommending this, maybe it's actually a good opportunity. - Can you give me the guy's number? I will call him today if I can.
- Sure thing Miko. - The man smiled.
After finally fixing the shower, Josef wrote down the man's number on a piece of paper, paid Mikołaj, and sent him home. But before he returned to his mom and brother, the boy sat down at a secluded bench in the local park. He stared intensely at the number Josef wrote down. He was still debating if he should call it. But he didn't have many options at this point. He slowly put the number in his phone and rang.
- Good evening, how can I help you? - the voice belonged to a young woman, it was calm and soft.
- Uhm... Good evening. I've heard of job offerings in this agency. My friend, Josef recommended I call.
- Ah! Yes, yes! Of course! So you will need to send us your resume and talk in person of course - The woman explained everything
Except what the job abroad actually was. But Mikołaj didn't think much of it. If it made money and wasn't prostitution, he was in.
It was some time for the in-person meeting to happen, but it wasn't at all what the boy had imagined.
The man sitting before him was not much older than Mikołaj himself, 30 at most, but Mikołaj gave him 26. He had dark black messy hair, medium length. Brown eyes and wore sunglasses on his head. Golden chains on his neck and other expensive jewelry. He looked rich, to say the least. Not to mention the place of the meeting. Almost empty office room, in a freshly built business complex. Most of the spaces in it were just put out to be rented.
- Hi Mikołaj. - The man spoke up with a giggly, yet deep voice - You can call me Vasya. You're just going to sign those papers and you're hired for the month. If all goes well maybe we will hire you for a month more. - He slid a few papers on the table.
- N-no questions? I thought this was an interview... I mean don't get me wrong please, I'm just really surprised. - He chuckled nervously, slowly looking down at the papers.
- No questions. I think your resume said enough and just from looking at you, I think you will be a great fit. We need healthy, strong young men. It will be a physically taxing job but you wrote you did many jobs like that.
- I guess... - With shaky hands he took the papers in his hands, trying to comprehend what he was actually signing. But seeing the pay, stated at the end was enough to make him stop reading, and just take the pen. He signed it, never asking any more questions. This much money will get them a better flat and food for sure.
Even if the job was gross or heavily taxing, he will bear it. It's only a month, right? And if it's great, he can work for two months. That would secure their life for a long time.
He came back home with the news and a smile on his face. He burst through the door and hugged his mom tight
- O-oh dear! You got the job I presume. - his mom laughed and tousled his hair with a gentle expression. - I'm just sad you're going to be gone for a month or two.
- Mikołaj! So you're going? Is.. it bad I kinda hoped you wouldn't? You go out every day almost...
- I'm sorry Tymek. I really am. I promise after I come back, we're going to move to a nice place and I'm gonna spend much more time with you. - Mikołaj smiled softly, trying to comfort his little brother.
- I suppose... But you really promise, right? - he noded - Okay. Please call us every day though!
- I will. They will come to pick me up by bus the day after tomorrow, so I have to start packing soon. - the brown-haired boy hugged them both again and went to the other side of the room to search for a bag to pack.
The departure day came soon. It was a warm June morning, Mikołaj was standing at a bus stop near his house, waiting for the work bus to come. Clutching his bag in his hand, he looked up at the bus stop screen for the time. It was a little late, but when he looked away from the clock, the bus was coming from the other street. It stopped and opened its door.
- Mr. Kasperczyk? - The bus driver looked at him suspiciously - Show your ID
- Sure. - Mikołaj nodded and showed his ID, the driver promptly inviting him on board.
He walked into the bus, full of young men, probably not much older than himself. Some sat alone, sulking or sleeping, some laughed together in pairs. Seems normal enough. Mikołaj sat down in an empty seat and tired, pressed his head between the window and the seat, slowly falling asleep, still clutching his bag.
He slept through the whole journey, only the familiar face of Vasya, seemingly his new boss, waking him up.
- Wakey wakey sleepy-head. You all have to settle in your rooms. - He smiled. He had a charming aspect to his demeanor, but it kind of made Mikołaj uneasy. He nodded and stood up.
He wasn't sure how he was supposed to treat Vasya, so he'd rather avoid him.
- I will visit all of you in the evening after dinner, okay? - Vasya waved them goodbye and jumped right back into the bus. Was he on it the whole time and Mikołaj didn't notice? Maybe.
The boy looked around. The building was clearly a worker hotel but didn't look too cheap. It looked cozy, and the receptionist informed them they had all separate rooms. She also gave them the keys, and information regarding breakfast and dinner hours. It was all provided for. Mikołaj got a room on the second floor. He opened the wooden door, to see a comfortable-looking room, it was small, smaller than their already small flat but it was more than enough for him. The bed had a birch wooden frame, it was made, and covered with a soft beige blanket. Next to it was a big window and a nightstand, and a wardrobe, all made from birch to fit with the bed. The bathroom was also private. the door was on the right of the entrance, it was also pretty tiny, but it had a shower, toilet, and a sink, all relatively clean, so what more could he ask for?
Mikołaj put the bag down next to the bed and sent a quick text to his mom that he got there safely, and first taking off his shoes, he laid down on the bed. It was soft... and so comfortable. He cracked a little smile, he will buy a similar bed for himself when he gets back for sure. No more back pain and cranky mornings. He could lay in this bed for an eternity... almost forgetting what he was actually here for. Work. Physical work at that.
He rolled around on the bed until dinner time came around. It was probably the first time in forever he would eat an actual dinner, usually, it was just lunch, sometimes breakfast. The boy jumped from the bed and stretched a little.
- Foood... - He smiled, his belly growling from just a thought.
The dining room was pretty small, for sure all of the workers from the bus did not end up in the same hotels. He looked around. The tables were for two, max five people, and it was a buffet. A buffet... all you can eat one. Ah, how he wished it was like this every day at home. Or that at least he could share with his family but alas.
The buffet tables were filled with food, it wasn't the most expensive kind, but it made mikołaj salivate at the mere thought. Sausages, bread and a toaster for it, tomatoes, cucumbers, eggs, and different jams, cereals, and porridge, fresh fruit, coffee, tea... It was a feast for Mikołaj, and afterward, he returned to his room, full, completely forgetting the visit from Vasya was supposed to happen. So he was relaxing in his room until a knock snapped him out of the light mood.
- Yes?
- It's me. I said I'd come. - It was the man's voice, giggly as always. Mikołaj opened the door and let him in. - You probably want to know what is the job right. - he chuckled a bit, and closed the door, yet still positioning himself as if he was guarding the door.
- well... Yeah, and when do we start? - Miko sat down on the bed again, staring intensely at Vasya. - It's not like prostitution is it?
- No, we wouldn't trick you into prostitution, oh my! - Yet his face looked suspiciously calm. - But you would be surprised what people pay for nowadays. Good money! Tell me little Miko, you're probably used to being beaten up huh?
Mikołaj's face turned white, and he gulped, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. He knew just from looking at him, didn't he? Or was it the giant barely healed wound on his eye the giveaway. Either way, the boy didn't like it one bit.
- What do you mean? - He finally spits out, not looking at Vasya anymore.
- It's simple, people pay for getting one of you, for ten hours, to do whatever they like. The rules are simple, no fatal injuries or rape, or else they deal with me and that's not going to be pleasant. I'm not a monster, I wouldn't let random people actually hurt you! - He said with a grin. - If customers like you, you get paid more usually. You can also agree to do sexual things but you don't have to. It actually doesn't pay that much around these parts.
- So you... You send us to be basically abused for ten hours and you pay us for it. What... What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Careful with those words, pretty boy. - the grin disappeared from the man's face, sending a chill down Mikołaj's spine. - You don't have a choice anymore. You signed your fate away for at least a month! If you break the contract, this family of yours will probably end up on the street soon. Time is ticking, you better do something. I'm giving you a generous offer!
- Sh-shut it. - He bit his lip. Vasya was right, they were on the verge of homelessness. - Okay. It... it's only one month.
- If they like you and you agree maybe tw-
- I know! Fine, holy shit, I will do it! Just... Send the money directly to my family alright?
- Will do that. I hope you stay for longer little Miko! Ah, you have an appointment already tomorrow, at noon, you will be escorted by a taxi from here. Good night and good luck! - He smiled and left the perplexed boy in his room.
An introduction to an another story, completely seperate from dont get far away precious heh. It is an intro thats why its so short and not having more cws but i hope you enjoy it. But i already have to say its gonna get badly sadistic as time goes on so beware.
Mikołaj looked at his sleeping little brother with tears in his eyes. He sat next to him, on the floor. The small boy was sleeping on a bare mattress with their mom.
Their flat was small and destroyed, it was an ex-crack house after all, but it was all they could afford. The walls were growing mold and there was no heating. Thank god it was late spring, but it's not going to be hot like this all the time. Summer was coming up and Mikołaj was frantically looking for a good-paying job. He needed to earn the money quickly, he couldn't let his already sick mom and his little brother live in a place like this. Mold, floorboards coming apart, walls cracking, and shady neighbors. Although it was either this or coming back to his father and grandparents, who made their life hell in the first place.
Mikołaj sighed and searched for his phone, finally finding it on the table. He took it, but cut himself on the broken screen, breathing out annoyed. He couldn't be too loud, his family had to sleep well, or else he would be really mad at himself. Magda - his mom - didn't have a good night's rest in such a long time. So maybe at least today, she could sleep well, or that's what Mikołaj hoped for. He sat down on the old creaking oak chair and opened the marketplace app, searching for more jobs. Oh, how many nights he lost over this, right now he was doing various small jobs, illegally of course, but he doesn't have time for any of the job contract shit. He has a family to feed, although his own belly growled many times throughout the day, he pulled through.
He only had the high school done, and vision impairment, so no one wanted to hire him for anything else than a cashier or stocking up shelves in the stores, but that wasn't even close to a living wage. There was no interesting job offers again. Mikołaj angrily put his head down on the table, letting two tears slide down his cheeks. He wiped them irritated. He can't cry. He has to find something, for his brother and mother. He can't be weak, he's the family's patriarch now, he has to take care of them! So at least his brother Tymek can have a good life.
He laid down on the table until the still not healed wound going through his eye started oozing puss again. At least the healthcare here was free. Well... somewhat. Mikołaj went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. With shaky hands he took a piece of toilet paper and lifted his eye pad from his left eye, hissing from the discomfort. He took it off and putting the toilet paper next to the wound, he squeezed it, trying to get rid of the puss. He clenched his teeth, trying not to make a sound while doing it. It hurt like hell, his father slashed him deeply, he lost the vision in this eye. Yellowish puss spilled onto his cheek, dripping right into the sink, grossing Mikołaj out. It's probably an infection, he thought, annoyed again. Infection meant antibiotics and antiseptic spray were needed. So that's more money gone from them.
He had to get a job no matter what. He slammed his fist onto the sink, biting his lip. No matter what it takes. He will do anything for his family.
CW/ pet whump, medical procedures, death mention, implied grooming, implied whumping of minors, implied torture and abuse, collaring, branding mention, human trafficking, dehumanization
Days were passing, while Lucius was accustoming to his new master and his daily routine, his outbursts, and slowly getting introduced to his other subjects. "You're special though" Sir Azel was repeating to him almost every day. Dressing him up personally, with beautiful clothes and accessories, almost like Lucius was a doll to him. He was more than happy to get all this attention though.
Ezekiel noticed, since Lucius came, Doctor was more occupied with him, than his experiments, more distracted. It resulted in more and more failures, and failures meant more pain for him, not Lucius. At least maybe not right now.
The intern was walking with crutches nowadays, always with his head down, yet still working hard to satisfy Sir Azel. If he was satisfied with his work, he would beat him lighter. Maybe not use a whip, sometimes only using his fists, maybe just starving him for a few days.
Ez sat down, setting his crutches aside, on the chair in the plain gray office. He grabbed a few papers from the drawer below the desk he sat at and looked at them. Five deaths in the last two weeks was a new record for Azel. He got more reckless. Two of them of infectious diseases.
- Why did he do that again...? - Ezekiel sighed, grabbing his head with his hand, tired. His eyes were slowly closing, until a knock on the door, woke him up. It was Nancy, she was holding a bunch of new papers and photos in her hands.
- Azzie did some shopping. Mostly discounted and already in bad shape, but you have to make their catalogs, Ezekiel. Here. - She gently put them on the desk - They all are branded with numbers, so it's gonna be pretty easy to catalog them. Known medical history is also there, but honestly, considering how cheap these were, I wouldn't trust that. - Nancy chuckled, looking at the intern. He sighed and took the papers.
Nancy soon left, leaving the brunette to deal with the papers. He decided to do the new arrivals first. He slowly took out some new file organizers and started from the youngest.
Number 341, nineteen years old, blonde male, limbless, but healthy organs. That's probably why Azel bought him. "Won't last long" Ezekiel thought.
Number 363, twenty-one years old, ginger female, deaf and completely traumatized, most of the time unable to communicate.
Number 682, twenty-one years old, another blonde male, malnourished and paralyzed waist down, almost completely dependent on the owner with basic needs.
Number 734, twenty-three years old, brown-haired male, left eye missing, right arm missing below the elbow. Except this one was weird in the picture. Usually, the people in the photos were cowering, scared, but he wore a sad smile on his. Not a force one, Ezekiel knew how a forced one looked, more than he would like to admit.
The boy grabbed his history, interested. You wouldn't usually find pets in captivity that look... somewhat hopeful, after a few years. But the more Ezekiel read, the more he was intrigued. He's been in captivity for 7 years now, but the trainers couldn't break him. He has been through several owners, hence missing arm and eye. Due to the owners' frustrations with him, since he was defiant, and wouldn't obey at all. "It's advised to be culled", written at the end of the paper.
The doctor didn't like defiant subjects. So why did he buy this one? Ezekiel scratched his head nervously. "I'm gonna be cleaning it up, aren't I..." he thought, putting away the new catalogs.
He took out the catalogs of subjects that have passed this last two weeks, marking off things regarding their deaths, and putting them away on another shelf. Ezekiel sighed, looking at the clock.
- Shit. - He was late. The doctor told him this morning, that he will help with medical evaluations at four today, but the papers took him too long, and it was past four already.
He slowly grabbed the crutches, he had to get to the other end of the floor. The more he was late, the more fucked he was. At least he probably won't break his arms, and his leg is already broken. Ezekiel bit his lips, trying to get to the common room as fast as he could, dragging his leg behind. He finally opened the door to the common room, cold sweat run down his back, awaiting a harsh response.
Except Sir Azel wasn't next to the door, waiting to yell at Ezekiel. He was on the couch, petting Lucius, who was sitting next to his legs, while laughing together, while new purchases were sitting on the cold floor almost naked, about a meter away, still held by leashes connected to their collars, by the Doctor.
Question for Lucius! Do you ever miss your owner so much you would try to escape Azel?
- I'd never! Sir Azel is really nice and gentle... And hugs me a lot, and kisses my forehead and pets me and all...- Lucius blushed a little - although i wish he was never angry, i get scared when he is...
