Twist of Fate
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Category:
+M through R › Resident Evil
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
10,535
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Possessions and Warnings
so this piece came out sooner than I expected.
and Warnings
Sequel to Hold Out for Hope
By
Koh
February 2005
Pairings: Saddler x Leon,
x
Others x Leon
Warnings: Dark fic, Adult Content, rape, psychological terror, creative
flower arrangements ^^;;;
Teaser: Sequel to Turn Around is Fair Play. Saddler discovers Leon's
defiant activities and Jack finds himself trapped in an uncomfortable
interview when he is brought in to witness part of Leon's punishment
@>;-'-
Jack worked on keeping his cool as he
tried to stride nonchalantly towards the cult leader's offices. The
summons from Saddler had been totally unexpected and he had to wonder
if he and Leon had been found out. Jack was very sure he had taken
enough precautions and avoided being followed. And he was certain Leon
would have taken similar, if not more stringent care to ensure he
wasn't tailed.
Damn! The day had started out so promising
too. Jack consoled himself with the memory of their clandestine meeting
where Leon had told him that Saddler was reviewing his personal
security arrangements and was giving consideration to where he'd wanted
to store the Los Plagas samples. The Cult leader had apparently been
eyeing Leon for quite a while, watching as he idly played with the
Illuminados pendant that hung on his newest slave collar. It sounded
like there was a good chance that Leon would be wearing the sample in
the near future. It would suit the man's sadistic humour to have his
slave wear something which could have once offered him a means to his
salvation.
The smaller man had tried to leave immediately
after his report, telling Jack that Saddler and Luis had worn him out
with their early morning fuck and he wasn't interested. Jack managed to
persuade him otherwise though. After all, he knew Leon's body
intimately and could play him like an instrument. Also, he had
carefully prepared before hand and left rope out of sight but within
easy reach in case Leon made motions of wanting to depart without so
much as a quickie.
It took an effort of will for Jack to not let
a smug grin occupy his face with the memory of the morning's
activities. Leon had spent quite a while cursing him out for his over
active libido when he had first tied the smaller man to a convenient
bed. A feat, he was honest enough to admit, he would never have been
able to accomplish had Leon not already been tired out by his earlier
lovers.
When he 'mounted' the smaller man, Jack had
privately reflected that it was very convenient it hadn't been all that
long since Leon had left Saddler's bed, and so was already stretch and
ready to be taken the moment his tight pants were pulled over his ass.
Like the previous day, Leon was wet with Saddler's come and Jack didn’t
mind so much the idea of 'sloppy seconds'. It tickled his humour that
the cult leader had readily provided the lubricant for his pet to be
fucked. It wasn't like Leon was loose either. It still took effort get
the head of his cock past the initial constrictive muscles. As he
savoured the sink of his cock into the wet, snug, heat, Jack could
still observe that Leon was tighter than any virgin he'd ever
encountered.
Leon had, initially, not been thrilled to be
boned by a third man before it was even nine in the morning. But he did
eventually come around to Jack's way of thinking once they started
fucking, especially after Jack reminded him Saddler was safely out of
the castle for the rest of the morning anyway.
The tiny sip Jack had had the day before was
clearly not enough. He had thought of nothing else since the man had
left his office. Given the time and opportunity, he had slowly savoured
every square inch of his captive lover. Leon had even shown Jack just
how much he appreciated the special attention paid to the man's very
sensitive nipples, with their expensive ornaments, by given him the
best blow job he had ever had since he 'broke up' with Leon two years
earlier.
Jack would swear that the sex was even better
now than any previous stolen moment they ever had while they were in
training together. Then, all they had to do was dodge the instructors
and their fellow trainees for some private time together. Here, Jack
was fucking Saddler's pet; clearly a piece of forbidden fruit which
would probably get him killed if the cult leader ever found out.
Additionally, Jack knew that he was indulging where Leon was at a great
disadvantage with the unique Plagas he was given. In all the time he
had known the younger man, Jack had never seen Leon quite this sexually
receptive before. Like it as not to admit it, the Plagas had already
made significant fundamental changes in the man, and Jack knew he
really should be feeling guilty about taking full advantage of it.
At the end of the day though, Jack reminded
himself that he was also assisting Leon in keeping the spark of
defiance alive. The Plagas may require Leon to give his utter devotion
and obedience to Saddler, but he was quietly fighting this as hard as
he could. And if Jack needed to fuck Leon, at every opportunity they
were given, to help him secretly thumb his nose at his 'master',
well... it wasn't as if it was a distasteful chore.
That morning, Jack had practically emptied his
balls into the smaller man and effectively laid the coup de grace on
Leon's consciousness. When he couldn't rouse Leon again, Jack had
quietly untied him, wiped him clean of their sweat and come as best as
he could, then left him peacefully slumbering in the room he had pulled
Leon in to talk; figuring he'd get up when he was good and ready and be
on his way to meet Saddler when he needed to later in the day.
Now with the summons from the cult leader
though...
Had something gone wrong after Jack had left?
Did someone see him depart the room and found Leon in the incriminating
bed? Did he forget himself and give Leon a hickey at a spot where none
previously existed? Jack racked his brains to think of what he might
have missed.
At the least, Saddler hadn't sent an escort of
guards to bring him in, so Jack was somewhat assured that he couldn't
be in trouble. But why was he called in then? Jack didn't recall seeing
Leon's eyes being any redder than the previous day's so he was certain
that Leon hadn't yet 'gone over' completely into Saddler's control yet.
If any, Jack smirked, Leon had demonstrated quite a bit more defiance
this morning than he had the day before. The man had a mouth like
magic… Jack almost daydreamed his way past Saddler's door before he
caught himself.
Standing outside Saddler's office, Jack had
carefully schooled his features to one of neutrality. Somehow, he just
knew Leon was involved in some way, so he reminded himself not to react
or give himself away should he see the other man in attendance as well.
Finally ready, he knocked and entered when bidden to do so.
He did not drool. Jack was very sure of that.
He may have stared transfixed by the vision before him for a minute or
two, but he had not drooled. Neither had he allowed his jaw to drop,
nor stood just inside the door opening and closing his mouth like a
goldfish. It did take a polite cough from Saddler to bring him back to
himself though. And when Jack turned his attention to the man, he
thought his eyes were about to bug out of his head to see the vase of
red stripped white carnations the cult leader was carrying in his hands
as he approached the 'occupied' serving tray.
After he had walked in on Saddler and Leon
that first time, Jack had nosed around and heard the scuttlebutt from
the kitchen staff of the night the cult leader had force fed Leon his
new Plagas. At that time, he had privately stewed in a jealous rage to
hear of how Saddler had arranged to 'present' Leon as a special dessert
to the researcher, Luis Sera. Then, Jack would have given anything to
have seen the 'creative' flower arrangement Saddler had made of the
unconscious man.
Well… He was apparently having his wish
fulfilled now.
At a cursory look, Leon was apparently bound
in the same manner as he was that night when he was presented to Sera.
He lay on the serving tray in the nude. His wrists wrapped in chains
and secured over his head to rings attached to the corners of the metal
tray. There were more chains leading from those rings to loops on the
leather straps tying his thighs to his calves to keep his knees bent,
the short chain lengths strung taut to pull his hips slightly off the
tray. Additionally, there were chains wound around his ankles tethered
to the bottom corner rings on the metal tray. Jack also noticed that
Leon's cock and balls were further buckled up tight in a special
leather restraint that did not look comfortable. To top it all off,
Saddler had even gagged him with what looked more like it could be a
dildo gag instead of a ball gag. The overall effect was that Leon lay
completely exposed and vulnerable, and unable to do anymore than squirm
and wiggle in his discomfort.
Jack lifted an eyebrow at the cult leader as
he placed the vase of carnations beside Leon's head. “While this is
real pretty, Saddler--“
“Oh, please don't mind me, Krauser, I'm
just teaching my pet here an object lesson.” Saddler grinned at him as
he stroked Leon's fringe from his sweaty forehead.
From where he was standing, Jack could well
see that the man was clearly terrified and stressed. The bound man's
breath was hitched and sharp, a telling sign of the fear he was feeling
to be rendered so helpless. It would have meant complete disaster for
Jack then, if Leon laid pleading eyes on him as if expecting succour
from his clandestine lover. However, Leon, fortunately, still kept
enough presence of mind not to look in Jack's direction at all.
Jack strove to give Saddler a bored look,
conveying his impatience for the cult leader to get to the point.
Still, he could not stop himself from letting his eyes drift over to
appreciate Leon's bound and helpless form. He just couldn't help
himself, not when Leon's hitched breathing made his nipple rings jerk
slightly to catch the light and glint against the sheen of sweat that
covered his chest. Saddler was not slow to miss his scrutiny. Though
surprisingly, the man did not appear too mistrustful of his regard.
“He is beautiful to look at, is he not?”
Saddler's question tore Jack attention away from Leon and made him look
at the cult leader warily.
“I like my head attached where it is,
thank you.” Jack told him guardedly. “Unless you're actually offering a
taste…”
Saddler gave him a long measuring look while
his hand continued to stroke Leon's face and hair. Then as if he had
made a decision about Jack, the man moved to pull out a chair and
seated himself beside the tray. “I should have known that you'd be far
too cautious to risk your position in our organisation.”
Jack controlled himself from showing his
relief with Saddler's statement. But he still didn't know exactly what
was going on with Leon. Had the man been discovered?
“If you'd just get to the point?” Jack
rolled his eyes at the man and look heavenwards as if he was impatient
to get their meeting over with and return to what he was engaged in
previously. “If you're not offering to share, Saddler, I have better
things to do.”
“Are you familiar with the rose
corridor, Krauser?” Saddler plucked a carnation from the vase and
started to trim the end carefully.
“It's near the guest rooms. You let me
stay there for a week or so until my permanent quarters were ready.” He
shrugged indifferently, keeping tight control of his body language so
as not to give away his trepidation for Saddler's mention of the area.
“What about it?”
“Were you anywhere near that area
today?” As Jack watched, Saddler put down the scissors to dip his
fingers into a jar of lubricant to grease them before laying the digits
against the pucker of Leon's anus.
“No? Why would I go there?” He lied
smoothly.
“I had rather missed my pet when I
returned to the castle earlier today.” Saddler forced two fingers into
Leon, showing a bit of anger in his tone and movement, drawing a wince
and a moan from the helpless man. “And I found him in one of the
rooms.”
Shit!
“Blindfolded and tied to a bed.” The man
forced a third finger in, not minding the way Leon squirmed and tensed
from the roughness of the intrusion.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
“Looking quite drenched in semen and
sweat.” Saddler laid down the carnation to grab Leon by his hair and
made the smaller man look him in the eye. “You need to relax, pet. Or
the carnations won't go in. If you struggle too much, I'll use roses
instead and I won't bother to remove the thorns first.”
Jack watched as Leon forced his body to relax
muscle by muscle, terrified though the man was. He had to admire him
for his control. He wasn't sure if he could do the same if he was in a
similar position. Especially after what it seemed like he had recently
endured.
“Sounds like your 'pet' was gang raped,
Saddler.” Jack told the man carefully as the cult leader settled back
into his seat and started to twist and scissor his fingers within his
bound captive. “Aren't you punishing the wrong party here?”
“Am I?” Saddler turned his jaundiced eye
on Jack as he retrieved the prepared carnation and extracted his
fingers to commence greasing the stem with the handy lubricant. “Tell
me Krauser, given the training you've gone through, how easy or
difficult would it be for an enemy to ambush you?”
Jack snorted as if he thought the idea to be
quite impossible. “You're going to have to be the best to sneak up on
me.”
Saddler did not challenge him. For a moment
paying attention instead to inserting the carnation, whose stem he had
just lubricated, into Leon's ass. Shit! Jack could feel his eyes widen
slightly to observe the length that was shoved into the trembling and
groaning man.
“I should think it would be equally
difficult to surprise Mr. Kennedy here, given his position in his
agency.” Saddler told Jack as he reached for another carnation. “I
understand he would have had to be the best of the best to be assigned
the duties he came here to fulfil.”
“No question about that.” Jack responded
carefully as if puzzled by Saddler's line of thought, but he well knew
what the cult leader was driving at. And it was only confirmed with his
following statement.
“So… I find it quite unbelievable that
my pet would claim that he had stopped to take a nap in the room and
was surprised and tied down before he could identify a single
attacker.” Saddler frowned fiercely as he greased yet another carnation
stem before inserting it into his unique 'vase'.
“When I left him this morning, he looked
just pleasantly-- tired. Why then would he have fallen asleep so deeply
that he could be easily surprised? And why choose a room in the guest
quarters when he could have stayed in our bed?”
Jack was yelling at himself in his mind, even
as he gave Saddler a disinterested shrug. He had been a bloody idiot
for leaving Leon so vulnerable. That morning he had thought nothing of
Leon's unconsciousness while he had untied and wiped him clean. He had
been feeling so smug to have fucked the man beyond exhaustion and just
tucked him under the blankets and left him. Worse, he hadn't even
thought to take the rope with him, so whoever stumbled into Leon after
he left must have found and used it to tie him up again before he had
time to regain his senses. In all likelihood, Leon had probably
initially thought it was Jack tying him up once more and not realised
his peril until it was too late.
“So it seemed to me quite unthinkable
that anyone could have succeeded in rendering him so helpless without
his consent.” Saddler concluded as he added a few more stalks of
carnations to his arrangement, not minding the groans he was drawing
from the writhing man.
“We trained together a few years back.”
Jack tried to help cautiously, not knowing what else to do. A memory
flickered in his mind of Leon's offended expression when Jack accosted
him earlier. The smaller man hadn't been pleased with the idea of being
fucked by a third man so soon after having left the bed of his previous
lovers. He had in fact tried to leave, before Jack ambushed him and
tied him down. “He wasn't known as a slut back then. He took one lover
then and no one else.”
“Perhaps he's changed.” A few more
blossoms were efficiently trimmed, greased and inserted. Jack found
himself squirming to see the number of stalks which were now stretching
Leon's opening. He was quite sure the man was soon to be stretched to
his very limits. “Perhaps he believes this to be an acceptable way for
him to fight his Plagas.”
Jack thought that something would break within
him as he watched Leon stop struggling to go very still. With that very
action, Leon had quite effectively thrown doubt into any suspicion
Saddler might have had in Jack's involvement in the whole incident. If
he didn't know better, Jack might even have believed that Leon had just
admitted that he arranged to have sex with multiple men just to thumb
his nose at Saddler's demand for exclusivity. Gods... even at a time
like this Leon was still thinking of safe guarding Jack's cover.
“Is that true, pet? You desired a crowd
of lovers.” Saddler stood and reached over to drag Leon's head off the
tray by his hair again. "That just Sera and I are not enough" Saddler
snarled in his face.
“Did you enjoy yourself earlier, pet? Did you
thrill in having a crowd of unknown, sweaty bodies surrounding you…
pressing against you? Having their insistent knees forcing your thighs
apart and keeping you spread for them. Did you get pleasure from
feeling an anonymous, long, hard cock pumping in and out of your ass
while your lips and tongue were wrapped around the delicious shaft of a
second?”
Jack held himself very still as the cult
leader brushed tears of shame and mortification from Leon's cheeks. He
was suddenly quite sure that Saddler had forgotten his presence with
his complete focus on Leon.
"You liked it, didn't you, pet? Having a
steady stream of men lining up for a turn? Is that what you want?
Having hard cock after hard cock stabbing into your stretched and
dripping ass or sweet succulent mouth? Feel hot semen coating your
bowels or gushing down your throat for hours at a time?”
The cult leader's voice was mesmerising as he
purred to Leon. Jack swallowed hard at Saddler's descriptions, which
were clearly entrapping the man in the vision he was painting with his
words. "And you were tight for every one of them, weren't you, pet,
tight and perfect? Milking each iron length with your delightfully
clenching muscles and adoringly sucking mouth; keeping them eager to
take you again and again.
"You moaned for them, didn't you, pet, moaned
as limp flesh was pulled out to be exchanged for a new impatient pole
that would plummet into your depths?
Even muffled by the gag, Jack could tell
that Leon stifled whines were of denial. Not that Saddler seemed to
care as he continued to torment his captive with his words. “You whined
and bucked against these sweaty bodies, didn’t you, so eager to feel a
new set of pubes and balls slapping against your buttocks? So eager to
feel a new set of hands pull you hard against another anonymous body. A
new rock hard intruder impaling you deep... Another cock ready to shoot
hot come down your fucked-raw throat...
“And you loved it, didn't you, Sweetling?
Having so many men take you mercilessly, one-- after another-- after
another... Being so thoroughly used and screwed senseless on a
multitude of hard cocks?
“Well, pet. We shall see how much you like the
idea again this evening, won't we?” Saddler stared into Leon’s tearful
eyes, gently brushing a hand over his fringe. “It is so opportune that
tonight is our monthly gathering for the cultists in this castle. I
will have you presented as the centre piece of the buffet table at the
dinner. And you shall be our party favour for the evening. Wouldn't
that be quite lovely?”
Despite the grip in his hair, Leon still tried
to shake his head almost violently as more tears started to stream down
his cheeks. If he had not been so effectively gagged, Jack knew that
Leon would have made a concerted effort to talk Saddler out of the
intended punishment. He wouldn't have begged though. They both knew
from training that the tactic seldom worked when dealing with a mad man
like Saddler. However, gagged as he was, there was little that Leon
could do except endure whatever was to be done to him.
“Party games can be so stale sometimes,
but tonight shall be special.” Saddler brushed his hand over the
bouquet of carnations, making Leon wince with the movement. “I've
already had a lovely little aphrodisiac sent to the kitchens to be
added to the food and drink, so you shall have a plethora of interested
cultists who would be delighted to relieve you of your burden. One
stalk at a time...
“Then after the last stalk has been
removed, we shall all have dessert.”
As Jack watched, he could see Leon's tear
bright eyes go dull as the man started to retreat within his mind. He
couldn't blame him for seeking that escape. His own guilt for his part
in Leon's ordeal to come was crushing him. Yet Jack knew that he too
was helpless to interfere. There wasn't anything he could do to shield
or extract Leon from his predicament. Not without giving himself away.
And at this juncture where he didn't know where or how he could get his
hands on the sample, Jack couldn't risk it. He could not put his own
mission in jeopardy. Leon knew that as well, as evident by the way he
had not once looked in Jack's direction to plead for assistance with
his eyes. At the end of the day, Jack knew that he would have ignored
the unspoken request anyway, but that didn't make him feel good about
himself.
Saddler laid Leon's head on the tray again,
and after placing a kiss on his forehead sent for some servants to have
him removed and set up in the ballroom. Jack had stayed silently
watching the cult leader. His mind firmly turned away from Leon, and
what he was about to face, to focus on Saddler to determine his intent
in letting him witness all this.
“I didn't think you'd have tired of your
toy so quickly.” Jack clamped down on his anger and allowed his voice
to only show curiosity. “And I gotta admit I'm surprised you're not
angrier with the men who fucked your property. Seems like you're
instead arranging for them to be rewarded tonight?”
What ever reaction he expected, Jack certainly
didn't think he'd have Saddler laughing at him. “You Americans... Such
simple minds you have.”
“What?” Jack could not prevent a bit of
his revulsion and disgust from colouring his words. “You just arranged
a gang bang for Kennedy. With that crowd of cultists you'll get all
fired up on lust potions, you can hardly expect the man to still be
alive after the fucking is over?”
“Jealous, Krauser? I could invite you to
attend the gathering tonight.”
He snorted in pure disgust. “I like my
encounters one on one and without an audience.”
“Ahh, but I could tell you what foods to
avoid so that you can watch the fun.” Saddler grinned at him. “You see,
by the end of the evening, I am quite assured that I will be able to
identify all those who had raped my pet.”
Jack couldn't stop his eyebrows from flying
into his beret. “I thought you didn't believe Kennedy could have been
gang raped?”
“No. You mistake me.” Saddler told him
with a smug grin as he idly played with one of the left over
carnations. “I said I did not believe he could be surprised. However, I
did not say I believed he could not be set up.
“You see, Krauser. I think my pet may
have indeed thought to select a few promising volunteers to play with.
However, he may not have considered that there would be more interested
in him then he could handle.” Jack was glad that Saddler had chosen to
turn away from him at that moment since pure surprise had filled his
face for a flickering instant before he managed to control his
expression again. The cult leader had conveniently supplied them with
his own plausible excuse for Leon's compromised position.
“And-- after you identify his attackers?”
“They will be summarily executed at the
close of the evening.” Saddler told him with a malicious grin. “And I
will take my pet and depart.”
“Leaving the rest of the sorry bunch to
entertain each other while they're hopped up on your lust potion?” He
hated to admit it, but Jack was deeply entertained by the whole idea.
“You are an evil man, Saddler.”
“Are you sure you don't want to watch
the festivities, Krauser?”
“How do I know you'll tell me exactly
which dishes you're going to spike?” Jack gave him a distrustful look.
Saddler laughed at his open suspicion. “I will
have a tape made of the events, in any case. I'm sure my pet will
appreciate the cameras I shall have surrounding the rooms to record the
fun.”
Suddenly remembering Leon's situation, Jack
narrowed his eyes as he regarded the cult leader. “So... all this was
an object lesson for Kennedy? *He* thinks you're about to have him gang
raped to death--“
“Indeed, he will understand this evening
how much of a target he is, and fuelled by terror he will never forget
his status and vulnerability in this castle.” Saddler returned to his
seat behind his desk and looked at Jack smugly. “I'll admit I had been
leery of his utmost obedience to me thus far. I expected him to show
quite a bit more defiance.
“Now that I've discovered his attempt at
rebellion though, I feel confident that he will be falling in line very
quickly after this. Or at the least, he will not choose to defy me in
this way again.”
“That-- is clever.” How he managed it,
Jack wasn't sure, but he held tight to his control and forced himself
not to react to Saddler's self-satisfied smirk.
It was *very* clever, he had to admit
that. Given the level of terror Leon was going to be put through in
anticipation of being raped to death, Jack couldn't be sure that the
man wouldn't break before the night was over. There was a very good
possibility that Leon would give up and stop fighting the Plagas in
hopes that it would shield him from feeling the physical and mental
damage of the ordeal. And even if the Plagas wasn't in control by then,
Saddler clearly thought it was a great likelihood that Leon would be so
grateful he hadn't been gang raped again, he'd stop fighting the Plagas
to completely comply with his position.
“I would not share my pet.” Saddler
growled very quietly, dragging Jack's attention back to him. “My
cultists will learn this tonight. The ones who have had him will pay
the ultimate price, while the others will deal with the consequences of
their presumption.”
Jack was suddenly very aware that Saddler was
giving him a very assessing look. “Am I done now? Or aren't you
finished gloating?”
To his relief, Saddler let out a snort of
laughter at his bored insolence. “Don't see why you're not telling this
to Sera.” Jack tried to affect an air of complete disinterest. “At the
least, you'd be more entertained since he'd be concerned for Kennedy's
well being.”
“I may share the man with him, Krauser,
but we clearly do not have the same sentiments.” Saddler sneered at the
thought. “Sera would certainly have interfered. He would never have
allowed me to torture Kennedy, and I would have lost my hold over him
immediately if he witnessed what I'm doing to my pet right now.
“Besides I've sent him away for the
evening. I'd rather have my pet to myself tonight to offer him my
*comforting* assurances.”
To Jack's relief, the man waved him off at
last. “If you wish to attend the festivities--“
“Heh, I've got better things to do then to
watch a bunch of monks groping each other.” Jack quickly retreated
before the man could call him back.
He was quite sure that between Leon and him,
they had managed to throw Saddler off his trail, but the man was not
going to give up on his suspicions so easily. It was rather clear to
Jack that this whole scene was staged too to warn him off from pouching
if he was considering on doing so.
Still, Jack was more furious with himself than
with Saddler as he returned to his quarters. He had been careless and
foolish… And Leon was now paying the price because *he* messed up, did
not watch his lover's back and left him vulnerable to an attack. Not
only did his actions get Leon gang raped, the man was now set up for a
night of terror in anticipation of a worse ordeal. Gods... he deserved
to be shot.
*~*~*~*~*~*
He could not stay away. The dark of the night
found Jack waiting near Saddler's private exit to the ballroom, hidden
from sight. He just had to know if Leon would make it though the
gathering and if Saddler indeed intended to protect him from further
assault.
The sounds of dying screams told Jack
when Leon's rapists were identified and killed as Saddler had promised.
It was a long ten minutes later before Saddler's private exit opened to
let the man pass with his burden cradled preciously against him.
“Shhh. Did you really think I would
share you so indiscriminately, pet?” Jack heard Saddler speak softly to
the trembling man in his arms. “Never, Sweetling. You are mine. Perhaps
loaned out to Sera occasionally, but no one else will ever have
you.
“Don't fight it anymore, pet. It would be so
much simpler to let the Plagas take you.
"Let it, and don't ever defy me again, pet.”
As Jack watched, Leon struggled a bit and got
Saddler to let him stand, though the smaller man still clung almost
tearfully to his 'master' for support. Saddler even obligingly bent to
rub Leon's legs to help him restore circulation to his limbs, tending
to the shivering man almost benevolently.
“Come, pet. Let us adjourn to more
pleasant activities, shall we?”
Jack watched the two men move away
thoughtfully. He thought it to be a good sign that Leon had insisted on
walking instead of being carried. He certainly hoped that meant the
man's head was still screwed on straight. However, he'd only know for
sure when they next met, if the Plagas hadn't already taken over and
prompted Leon to tell Saddler everything that they had previously
discussed regarding Jack's mission to get his hands on the Los Plagas
samples. One way or another, Jack would find out in the next twelve
hours. Either, he'd meet Leon again alone as they had planned, or
Saddler's guards would be looking for him.
If the man wanted to come at him with his
fists when they met again, Jack would be glad to let him. At the least,
he'd hope it would mean that Leon was still in control of his own mind.
He didn't know if Leon would ever forgave him for what his carelessness
had wrought, but Jack swore to himself that he would make it up to the
man. After this, he was more determined than ever to get Leon away from
Saddler as soon as possible.
Once they had the sample in hand, Jack was
going to take Leon and bolt. He'd leave the bitch to worry about the
president's daughter.
~Owari~
Thanks for reading.
Cheers,
Jacque
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