@verseless-clay
Monday Night
Mike takes one last inhale of the cigarette then puts it out on the door in front of him. Clay’s door. He swore to never come here alone again, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Mike bangs on the door with a tight fist.
Clay, having been doing nothing in particular, approaches the door and swings it open. A wide crooked smile spreads across his face at the sight of Mike on the other side. The blood rushes through his veins, activated.
Look who it is, little red riding hood returning to grandmothers house, now the wolf’s domain.
Mike grits his teeth together and shoves at Clay’s chest. Clay backs up enough for Mike to enter the apartment. Mike stares at Clay with narrowed eyes.
We made a deal! Shook on it and everything.
Clay laughs under his breath.
I charge interest. You promising yourself to me was enough to settle the debt, not enough to score.
I didn’t promise myself…whatever not the point. Was Adam not enough of a message?
He was. Willie boy was a personalized reminder.
Mike clenches his fists at his sides, his eyes burn with ire.
You won’t do that again.
Clay purses his lips and steps closer.
I won’t? And why is that, huh?
Mike’s breath hitches. Fear. He gulps.
B-Because I said so.
Sorry to break it to you, but your words don’t mean shit to me, Elijah. You run your mouth so much when we both know there’s a much better use for it.
Clay shrugs and reaches behind himself.
Mike’s eyes widen at the movement. He can’t lose control of the situation, and if Clay pulls a gun or knife on him that would be just his luck.
What do you want, Clay?
Clay pauses. His head tilts slightly to the side.
You know what I want.
He winks and eyes Mike up and down.
Mike’s heart sinks. He shakes his head.
No…
Anything but that.
Then it looks like I ain’t got a strong enough incentive to stay away from Will, or your friends, or your family…or Maeve. Congratulations by the way. It would be a real shame if anything happened to her…to little Wheeler.
Pure white terror strikes Mike’s fragile heart. What else can he do to protect those he cares about then to give in to Clay’s demands? It’s unfair, but he has no choice. He must do what he can. This will never stop if he gives up now. He needs to be brave. Mike holds up his hands in surrender.
Okay! Okay. You want me? You can have me. I’ll let you do anything you want to me, just don’t hurt anyone else. Please.
Clay smirks cruelly.
Hm…anything, you say. Elaborate Eli.
Mike falters, his expression falling and contorting in anguish.
You can…use me however, in any way…degrade me, make me do degrading things, ‘cause I know you like that…and the Polaroid’s, add to your collection…speaking of, I want the ones you took of Will. A token to honor our agreement.
What a sweet deal. Sweeter than the one before. How could I refuse?
How could you…
Mike whispers crestfallen, eyes welling up with tears.
Clay moves past Mike and locks the front door. He can see Mike flinch out the corner of his eye.
Well…no time like the present.
Swear to me that this is it. That once I do this the pain will be mine alone to shoulder. Just me.
A single tear slips down Mike’s cheek.
Clay reaches out to wipe the moisture from Mike’s eyes.
I swear.
He moves his hand to settle on top of Mike’s head. Clay pushes down. Message received. Mike sinks to his knees.
