Only Meant for You (Part 16)
A cold knife plunges into Zanka’s heart, as the world slowly tilts into terrifying blankness.
Kill him, or be killed. That’s it.
Zanka sucks in a shaking breath. “Don’t you… want to… hold my wrists down?” His voice trembles, high pitched and breathy. His cheeks are flushed red, stomach aching with despair. “You want Rudo to watch, right?”
Tamsy considers him, tilting his head.
Zanka struggles to speak, swallowing down his fear. “Wouldn’t it… be more… more fun for him to… watch me… try to fight you off of me..?”
“Zanka,” Tamsy smiles, big and wide. “Are you begging?”
“Yes,” Zanka pleads. Tamsy leans over, grasping his wrists in his hands, squeezing tight.
Buy time. Buy time.
Zanka’s eyes widen as his voice gets very small, choked down to a breathless whisper. “…Do you like that?”
Tamsy leans over, joy creeping up from his lips to his eyes. He’s not an idiot. He knows exactly what game Zanka’s playing. But he relishes it.
“I do,” he says softly.
As long as his attention is on you, he’s not hurting Rudo. Rudo’s safe.
“Trapped little rat,” Tamsy murmurs. He’s sprawled on top of him now, inches away from his face. He leans his body down heavily, and Zanka’s face pales when he feels his erection pressed right up against Zanka’s. “What other tricks do you have for me?”
Zanka pants in and out, staring up at his dead eyes in horror, slowly losing touch with reality.
How will he torture him? With a knife? With rope? Stab him? Burn him? Rip off his nails? Cut off his limbs?
“…I… I can… I can…”
Tamsy’s eyes sink back into cold disdain again.
How thin is his patience? How quickly will he snap? Oh god, how is he going to get out of this alive?
“…I can kiss you,” he says weakly, stupidly.
Tamsy laughs. He runs a finger up Zanka’s neck, sending chills up his spine. Then his hand wraps around Zanka’s throat, and he squeezes, plunging down until he swallows Zanka whole.
All teeth and forceful fury. Zanka tries not to choke, tries to—reciprocate—swipes his tongue out weakly, holds back his urge to flinch in terror every time Tamsy bites his tongue and his lips. Tamsy moans down his throat as blood pools on his lip.
There has to be a key somewhere. Where are Rudo’s gloves? Does Rudo know how to summon them from a distance?
Tamsy bites his bottom lip so hard that Zanka yells out in shock, back arching up. Tamsy sucks the blood that gushes out as tears stream down Zanka’s cheeks.
Oh god, stop it! It hurts, it hurts—
Come on—think!
If he can get Rudo somehow to summon his gloves, he can use the chains as a vital instrument. But what if his gloves aren’t here?
They have to be, they have to be!
There has to be a key to the chains, where is it? Tamsy’s pockets? If he knocks him off balance, can he grab the key? No, Tamsy’s too fast—he needs to incapacitate him, distract him—
He’ll be distracted if he’s having sex—if he’s orgasming—
The thought hits him in a terrible wave of darkness as Tamsy bites him with brutality once more. Tamsy’s lips trail down to his ear, to his neck, and he shoves Zanka’s face to the side, kissing and sucking and biting at his skin.
Zanka freezes.
Rudo is awake, eyes wide with shock, staring straight at him.
For a moment, Zanka can only stare at him, completely lost. He prays with everything inside of him that Tamsy doesn’t look up and notice he’s awake.
Fuck, this could be their only chance!
Gloves! he mouths, heartbroken and horrified. His eyes flit to Rudo’s hands, then back down to his eyes. Summon your gloves!
Rudo doesn’t know what he’s saying. He’s shaking from head to toe, mouth agape, staring at Zanka with so much terror and confusion, it shrouds him in a state of complete panic.
The brief hope that Zanka had been clinging on to shatters into nothingness. A sob swells out from his heart, knowing with a sudden certainty that there’s no way out of this, that he’s going to die.
I love you, he mouths instead, as Tamsy bites him and claws at his skin. Rudo stares at him in devastation, eyes shining with tears. He thinks Rudo knows what he’s saying now. He hates himself for never telling him before. I love you, he mouths again.
Tamsy rises, wiping the blood from his mouth. The dungeon goes silent and cold.
“Well, well,” he says quietly, pleased. “Look who’s awake.”
