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#5: Beyond the Gilded Cage
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CW: Captivity, Slavery, pet whump, cigarettes :), coercion, violence, oppression, dominating whumper
Noah's heart raced as he lay on the cot, his mind swirling with dread at the thought of meeting Andrey's parents. If Andrey was anything to go by, his parents were likely to be just as cold and ruthless. He clenched his fists, willing himself to remain composed despite the fear gnawing at his insides.
True to his word, Andrey returned after what felt like an eternity of Noah being trapped in his thoughts, his presence filling the room with an oppressive weight. Noah braced himself, steeling his nerves for whatever was to come.
"Ready to meet my parents, pet?" Andrey's voice was as commanding as ever.
Noah nodded remembering the rules that Andrey had taught him, his voice barely a whisper. "Y-Yes, sir."
Noah struggled to his feet, his movements slow and pained from the so called "punishment" he had been given only a few days before. The guards moved to support him, but Andrey waved them off, wanting Noah to stand on his own. Noah swallowed hard, forcing himself to stand tall despite the agony that radiated through his body.
"Remember what I said," Andrey whispered, his breath hot against Noah's ear. "One wrong move, one hint of defiance, and you'll regret it."
Noah nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes, sir," he replied, his voice trembling.
Andrey led him out of the room and down a long, dimly lit corridor. The air was heavy with a sense of foreboding, each step echoing like a drumbeat of impending doom. Noah's mind raced with thoughts of what awaited him, his anxiety mounting with every passing moment.
They reached a set of grand double doors, intricately carved with Russian symbols. The guards standing before the doors bowed to Andrey respectfully and then pushed them open, revealing a lavishly decorated dining hall.
At the head of the table sat two imposing figures that Noah recognized from newspapers and tabloid magazines—Viktor Kozlov, a man whose presence exuded authority and ruthlessness and with a cigarette in his hand, and his wife, Elena, whose icy beauty was matched only by the coldness in her eyes.
"Mother, Father," Andrey greeted them with a slight bow keeping a hand on Noah's back making the young boy shudder. "This is the new... acquisition."
Noah's heart pounded in his chest as he was brought forward, his gaze dropping to the floor in a gesture of submission. He fought to keep his breathing steady, his body trembling with the effort.
Viktor's eyes raked over Noah, assessing him with a critical eye. "So this is the one you've chosen," he said, his voice a deep rumble.
"Indeed, Father"
Noah's palms were slick with sweat as he tried to steady his trembling hands. The atmosphere in the room was suffocating, the weight of their expectations and Andrey's simmering anger pressing down on him.
Elena finally spoke, her voice as cold as her gaze. "Andrey, dear, what are your plans for this one? He seems... delicate."
Andrey's lips curled into a smile that sent a shiver down Noah's spine. "Oh, Mother, I have plans to ensure he becomes a valuable asset to our family. He will learn to obey without question."
A cold silence settled over the room, punctuated only by the faint ticking of an ornate clock on the mantelpiece. Noah's heart raced, his mind desperately searching for a way to survive this encounter.
Lady Kozlov's gaze bore into him, her eyes like shards of ice. "Speak, boy. What skills do you possess?"
Skill? What the hell was he supposed to say now? He looked at Andrey from the corner of his eye who just tightened the hand on his back eliciting a small hiss of pain as his previous wounds throbbed.
Noah swallowed hard, his mind racing. "I-I can learn quickly, m-my lady," he stammered thankful he was able to think of something.
Elena arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her gaze piercing as she regarded Noah with thinly veiled contempt. "Quick learner, hm? We shall see about that."
Viktor leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Noah with a calculating intensity. "And what of your obedience, boy? Can we trust you to follow orders without question?"
Noah bit back a retort, the bitterness of his situation clawing at his throat.
"Trust?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "You expect trust from someone you've chained like an animal?"
A collective gasp echoed through the room, followed by a tense silence. Andrey's fingers dug into Noah's back, his nails drawing blood as he fought to maintain his composure.
"Watch your tongue, slave," Andrey growled, his voice a dangerous whisper.
But Noah couldn't stop himself, the anger boiling within him like a cauldron ready to overflow.
"Slave?" he spat, his voice rising with every word. "I am not some piece of property for you to command at your whim!! I am a human being, fuck this! A-All of you! All of you are fucked up! Just because you have money y-you think you can do whatever the fuck you want! Where's the goddamn humanity in you ASSHOLES!" Angry tears filled his eyes.
The room fell into stunned silence, the weight of Noah's words hanging heavy in the air like a curse. Andrey's face contorted with rage, his eyes flashing dangerously as he advanced on Noah, his grip on him tightening until it was almost unbearable.
"I told you one thing. One. Thing." Andrey's voice was a low growl, his fury barely contained. "I told you just not to be disobedient and you go and do just that." Andrey chuckled lowly.
Before Noah could react, Andrey's hand lashed out, striking him across the face with a force that sent him reeling. Pain exploded behind his eyes as he staggered backward, the taste of blood filling his mouth.
"O-One thing? You've kidnapped me!!" Noah lashed out, his voice going higher in pitch from crying.
Andrey was about to slap him again before Viktor held up a hand, a signal for him to stop. Viktor remained quiet before walking up to Noah, looking at him as if he was no more than just a pet waiting to be disciplined.
He held up the cigarette in his hand, making Noah's eyes move towards it in confusion before it pressed down hard on his arm.
Noah cried out in pain as the burning tip of the cigarette seared his flesh, leaving behind a sizzling trail of agony. He writhed in Andrey's grasp, the scent of singed skin filling the air as he struggled against the overwhelming pain while desperately trying to pull his arm back.
Viktor watched with a cold detachment, his expression unreadable as he observed Noah's suffering. Elena remained seated, her gaze fixed on Noah with curiosity, as if studying a particularly revolting insect.
Suddenly, the cigarette pressed down again, eliciting a scream from Noah who started sobbing in pain. The cigarette was lifted but the pain didn't go. It still felt as if his whole world went hot white.
Why is this happening to me? Another hard sob escaped him.
"You should make your pet behave, Andrey. We cannot afford to have disobedience tarnishing our reputation, especially now." Viktor spoke as he threw the cigarette aside.
Andrey's jaw tightened. "I am handling the situation, Father," he replied through gritted teeth. "Rest assured, Noah will learn his place soon enough."
Viktor's expression remained unreadable as he regarded his son, a silent challenge burning in his eyes. "See that you do." With a dismissive wave of his hand, Viktor turned away, his attention already drifting back to the matters of business that consumed his every waking moment.
Andrey then looked down at the weeping boy and started dragging him out the throne room in frustration.
Noah's sobs continued to wrack his body, each breath a painful reminder of his helplessness in the face of such merciless tyranny as Andrey continued dragging the helpless young boy.
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