Asher Rewritten- Chapter 7
Washing mouth out with soap
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The drive home was quiet bar the quiet hum of the road against the tires. Asher was curled up as he sat in the passenger seat. His torso ached, a quiet whimper escaping his lips with every bump.
Rodger gulped, his hands rubbing awkwardly against the steering wheel, "Look, I-" He let out a sigh, "I didn't know he was gonna.." he trailed off, realizing that Asher would've told him to 'eat shit' or something like that but he was met with silence. He let out a scoff, irritation suddenly rising,
"Really, silent treatment? Real fucking mature, Asher. You know what- I'm not sorry- you fucking deserved it, alright?"
Asher's half-lidded eyes stayed staring out the window, even blinking took too much energy. He blocked Rodger out, his eyes slowly falling closed. Just as he was about to be graced with a moment of peace, Asher keeled forward with a cry as Rodger punched him hard in the stomach with a growl,
"Answer me when I speak to you."
Asher coughed hard, the motion only further worsening the pain as his other arm wrapped around his stomach pathetically. He hung his head with a hitched breath, "F-fuckin hell…"
Rodger scoffed, shaking his head as his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel, "That bloody mouth of yours is gonna be the death of you, I have the right mind to wash it clean."
Asher rolled his eyes, clenching his jaw until the pressure under his teeth built up so much pressure that his teeth felt like they could shatter. He had to find atleast one way to escape this bastard.
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"Come on, Asher, wakey wakey!"
Asher groaned, slowly blinking his eyes open but shutting them immiedately as the sunlight from the window blared into the room. He groaned, stretching just enough to feel his bones tug but gentle enough to not disturb his cuts.
"Alright, enough with the theatrics. Up."
Asher sighed but he sensed the warning tone. He forced himself out of bed, once he was standing he put his arms over his head and stretched up, his t-shirt raising, revealing the bandages wrapped around his waist. He watched as Rodger's eyes dropped lower, studying Asher. Each scar below the bandage- careful and precise.
Not wanting Rodger to sense his disgust, he dropped his arms with a sigh before commenting,
"Nonce."
Rodger huffed a laugh and sighed, "Yeah yeah, so sue me. Now hurry, breakfast is gonna get cold."
Asher raised his eyebrow, cold? He was getting warm breakfast? Oh Rodger definitely feels guilt for yesterday. He followed Rodger out to the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he felt the cold hard wood floor against his feet with every step.
The aroma flooded his senses- some smells he hadn't smelt for months. His eyes scowered the room; pancakes piled on a plate on the middle of the table, a side-plate of bacon and a bottle of maple syrup. Asher gulped, stopping in his tracks. Rodger smirked, turning around,
"Problem?" "What's the catch?"
Asher hated himself for the waver in his voice but he clenched his jaw, straightening his shoulders.
Rodger smirked, "No catch, now come on before I change my mind."
Asher gulped, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly before stepping forward. He paused, his brain filling with memories from yesterday, his eyes flicked from the chair and the floor, making Rodger chuckle;
"Chair for now, but don't make me change my mind."
Asher gulped but nodded, quickly making his way to his chair and sitting down. He gulped hard, his stomach growling loudly as he bit the inside of his cheek. Rodger smirked, taking up a pancake and tearing it in his hand,
"Open up."
Asher rolled his jaw, his stomach growling in protest before he shakily opened his mouth. Rodger chuckled and fed him, gently rubbing Asher's cheek.
Asher's face burns red as he allows Rodger to feed him. It continues for a while, the only sound filling the room was the ticking of the clock drawing Asher from his mind.
God, his stomach lurched, he hadn't realized how hungry he was. The pancake was gone in seconds. Rodger smiled and picked up a piece of bacon, holding it above Asher's head. Asher opened his mouth, lifting his head but the bacon was quickly snatched away.
Asher gulped, eyes snapping to Rodger as he bit back a whine, "'m hungry.." he rasped.
"I know, I know, shhh- be quiet."
Rodger lowered the piece of bacon but Asher didn't move, his trust gone completely as he set his jaw. Rodger tutted with a sarcastic pout, "Oh come onnn, Ash, thought you were hungry."
Asher rolled his eyes with a huff before shakily opening his jaw, relishing the sweet yet salty taste that filled his mouth, the bacon was crispy but so soft as he bit down. His eyes fell shut, savouring the taste.
The morning carried on like this until there were only crumbs left. He gulped, embarrassed but all he could focus on was how the full feeling in his stomach easily overruled the gruelling pain to his ego.
Rodger tuckles a curl behind Asher's ear with a thoughtful hum, "Your hair's getting longer." Asher gulped awkwardly, eyes darting down to the table. "I think I like it longer."
Asher didn't, Asher hated it.
He clenched his jaw, eyes not lifting but Rodger didn't let it slide, "What's wrong?" His hand gently moved to Asher's scalp as he massaged it gently, false concern filling his face.
It was all too much for Asher and Rodger bloody knew it. The feeding from his hand, the touching in comparison to last night-
Asher was quick to pull his head from Rodger's grip, "Let-let go.." Asher's voice came more as a whisper but at least he mustered up something.
Rodger's eyebrow raised, "Hmm, Aiden warned me that stutter could come back…" Asher froze, eyes going wide but as he opened his mouth to speak he was cut off.
"Do I need to retrain you? Are you so bloody stupid that you've already lost your manners?"
Asher gulps hard, biting the inside of his cheek, "No, its just-"
Rodger's hand shot out, taking a fistful of Asher's hair and yanking his head back, "Let's sort out you pulling away from me first and then we'll focus on that. Why did you do it?" "I-i just-"
"I-i," Rodger mimics, "Jesus christ, are you that fucking dumb?" "No- no! Please-"
"Nonono, don't beg, you're supposed to be the big tough one… remember? But let's be honest- just you and me here, deep down you and I both know that you are just a scared, broken beast, hm?"
"Fuck off you sick fucking bastard!" Asher growled, his demeanor completely shifting as anger boiled in his chest, "I hope you fucking burn in hell you piece of- SHIT-" Asher cried out as Rodger twisted his fist in a tight ball.
His hands flew up to Rodger's wrist, eyes squeezed shut, "Fucking asshole," He growls but Rodger just huffed,
"You done?"
Asher opened his mouth but no words came to him, only making Rodger laugh, "Right then, I can't exactly let you get away with those theatrics- I mean, ever since you've arrived here, your language has just been foul, I aught to fix that- don't you think?"
But before Asher could even muster up and Answer, he was wrenched out of his chair from his seat and dragged to the bathroom. Asher tried to fight against the grip but Rodger's hold only tightening.
"On your knees."
It was a command but Asher didn't even have a choice as Rodger flung him to the floor. Asher landed hard against the tiles with a cry.
"Open your mouth."
Asher's breath picked up as his heartbeat thrummed in his ears- deafening but Rodger didn't back off;
"Asher, now." It was a threat but he kept his mouth closed. Rodger sighed loudly before pinching his nose, blocking off any air. Asher's eyes blew wide, his thrashing picked up until pressure grew in his head, his mouth flying open as he desperately sucked in air.
With one quick motion, Rodger had pushed a small bar of soap between his lips, securing it in his mouth with his fingers, a wicked smirk painting his lips. Asher desperately tried to shove it out with his tongue, the tangy taste immiedately falling to the back of his throat as he gagged.
Rodger was quicker, planting his hand over Asher's mouth before growling in his ear, his hot breath thick against his skin, "Chew."
Asher whimpered, his body convulsing as he quickly shook his head, eyes screwed shut. Rodger's body was flush behind him- Asher knew there was no getting out of this and shakily he lowered his jaw.
Rodger smirked, "That's it…" With his hand over Asher's mouth he coaxes the boy to bite down, teeth sinking into the bar. His body leant forward, spluttering out a cough but Rodger's body moves with him, "Shhh, c'mon, again."
Asher whimpered but did as he was told, opening his jaw and closing it again- fuck, he was going to get sick.
Once the bar was broken into pieces, tears streaming down his face as his jaw trembled, Rodger nodded- satisfied, "Alright Ash, you're doing so good. I'm gonna take my hand off- you will not spit the soap out yet- only when I say you can, alright?"
Asher's body convulsed with another gag before shakily nodding. Rodger forced him to stand, using the hand in his hair to lift him. They stood over the sink, Rodger tilting back Asher's head so their eyes met in the mirror of the cabinet. Asher's throat bobbed, quickly followed by a gag.
"Keep it there," Rodger hummed, his hands stroking in his hair, soaking in just how much Asher's body shook, the tears effortlessly falling down his cheek. Rodger smirked and nodded once, "Spit."
Asher didn't hesitate, keeling over as Rodger released his hair. He spat as much soap as he could into the sink, dry retching as he coughed, hands clutching desperately at the sides of the sink, knuckles white.
Rodger watched, the grin not leaving his face. He watched as Asher straightened up, wiping his tears as he coughed. Rodger reached for a glass of water and held it ou- just as Asher reached for it, Rodger quicky pulled away,
"Last thing…"
Asher's stomach flipped, the vile taste still lasting in his mouth.
"You take a sip, swirl it around in your mouth and you swallow for me, alright? Think you can do that for me?"
Asher hesitated but he was ready to do anything to put this to an end. Reluctantly, he nodded, taking the cup from Rodger's hand and with a shaky hand, he raised it to his mouth. The water was cold in his mouth, relieving the taste for just a moment before his jaw shook, eyebrows furrowing as he bit back a gag.
"Ah-ah, cmon Ash, be good for me, swallow."
Asher clenched his fist, hitting it hard against the wall with a grunt. His body was rejecting it- throat closing up, refusing to allow the water through.
"Five seconds before you piss me off, Asher."
Asher squeezed his eyes shut, taking a shaky breath through his nose before forcing himself to follow the soapy water. He gagged instantly, dropping the cup in the sink before rushing back to the sink.
Rodger chuckled as he walked out of the room, soaking in the sounds Asher made, "Clean yourself up, I feel like going for a drive!"
Asher collapsed to his knees, heaving in breaths as his entire body shook. Was fighting Rodger really this worth it?
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