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[barbwalken]

From this AU

[avvail-whumps]

‘guns for hire’ — glass shards #6

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content warnings: captivity, lots of blood and injury, fingers in mouth (not sexual), blindfolds and chains

Leo was awake when Roy returned. He’d been unable to fall asleep after eating, the glass shard tucked in his hand and a million thoughts racing through his mind. Adrenaline coursed through his veins in a constant rush, keeping him alert and paranoid with each passing second.

Time was slipping past his fingers.

It could have been seconds, maybe even minutes or an hour, sat against the wall on top of the mattress.

He wondered how long it had been since he was taken, but then remembered there was no point. He would never know, so he tried not to let it consume him, or think about the implications of it. Was Roy really going to keep him alive?

He hardly remembered to feed him.

Would he eventually grow bored of having to look after him, and tie up loose ends? Leo felt terrified as he imagined what that would be like.

“Sorry, lion. I know this isn’t easy for you, but I don’t really care.”

There would probably be a gun. He’d be trembling as the mercenary crept closer, cowering against the wall. Maybe he’d beg. He’d probably start screaming for mercy. But Roy wouldn’t care.

“Might be easier not to watch,” he might say, smiling softly. “You can turn around. I’ll make it quick.”

His heart sank to his boots. The hairs on the back of his neck pricked with a cold chill, making him instinctively rub the skin there with his free hand. He didn’t want to think about that right now. The glass shard in his hand felt hot enough as it was. Maybe if he was lucky, he’d find a way to get the chain off, or get Roy to take him out of them before he noticed the glass was missing.

His teeth pressed down on his bottom lip.

It felt like it had been hours, his eyelids drooping, before the door screeched open. He winced violently at the noise, head turning aside to make sure it really was him coming through the door. He didn’t think there was anyone else, but if they were close to other living people, it might be easier to get out.

Leo tried to steady his breathing as Roy kicked the door shut behind him, dusting off his hands as he did so. His eyes were already locked onto him, lips curved into a conniving smile.

“Morning, lion.”

Leo stiffened. Morning?

He hadn’t brought food with him, or come down to collect the empty bowl and (now shattered and missing) glass. When during the day was he feeding him? If it was morning right now, then maybe he could find other people. The thought spurred him on.

“I...” He pressed his back stiffly against the wall. “Morning.”

Roy almost snickered. “Feeling polite today, are we?”

The ex-secretary almost clenched his jaw. He didn’t want to make him suspicious, but he needed to get out of the chains before Roy went to pick up the used bowl and glass.

“I need to go to the toilet,” he whispered softly, staring up at him with begging eyes. Which, was the truth, surprisingly enough. Leo didn’t know how long he had been down here for, but he knew he would need to relieve himself sometime. Roy eyed him up for a moment, his smile increasing.

“I figured,” he hummed, stepping closer until he was next to the mattress. His hand slid into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a key and black piece of fabric. Leo watched intensely, shifting. “I was going to make you say pretty please, but you sure know how flutter those eyelashes to get what you want, hm?”

Leo had to bite his tongue when he felt the urge to say please regardless. He didn’t want to seem too desperate. Instead, his nerves just seemed to grow when Roy crouched down, tugging on the chain. It jerked him closer, and he scrambled to keep his hand hidden.

“How’s the porridge?”

He was surprised by the question. He only found a way to untangle his tongue when Roy’s eyes flickered towards him.

“Fine,” he finally breathed out, his voice shaking. “It’s good.”

The mercenary looked away. “You shouldn’t lie.”

“I’m not,” he insisted.

The key slotted into the clamp around his ankle, and Leo could hear his heartbeat growing louder and louder. It was near defeaning, and it felt like the ground was shaking beneath him. Roy was speaking, but Leo couldn’t hear anything.

The moment the clamp released its hold on his ankle, he leapt forward. The glass shard drove toward his face, yet Roy had reacted inhumanly fast, and thrown his hands up in defense. The tip of the shard dragged through the flesh of his palm, and Roy bit back a hiss as his fingers wound around Leo’s wrist, jerking it away.

His stomach sank, and his ankle throbbed in pain as he began trying to wriggle free from the grasp. He could feel blood soaking into his skin, and Roy squeezed and twisted the joint so abruptly, he was surprised the bone hadn’t shattered.

The shard fell from his fingers, landing on the mattress.

Roy had this dark glimmer in his eye, yet his lip was curled into a surprised smirk, letting out a sharp exhale.

“Fuck, lion...”

His free hand clamped around his throat, and Leo barely even had time to let out a squeak of pain before he was being dragged off the mattress and into the middle of the room. His lungs stuttered to a stop, panicked fingers scraping desperately at his hand.

His skull cracked on the concrete as Roy shoved him into the ground, pressing a knee to the middle of his chest. It pressed into his lungs and made it difficult to breathe properly.

“What did you think you were doing?”

Leo’s mouth stuttered open. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me...”

Roy tilted his head to the side, huffing. His eyes drifted to his hand, lifting it up for him to see. The blood was pooling along the surface, the flesh torn into a nasty gash and dripping blood with the assistance of gravity.

Leo flinched when a drop landed on his cheek. It slid down his skin and onto the ground, making him whimper.

The mercenary noticed, and a sly smile curled on his lips.

“You cut me pretty deep,” he hummed, tilting his hand and letting the drops land on Leo’s face. He nearly squeaked, sliding his legs fruitlessly to try and wriggle his way out of this. His chest was constricting painfully with each shallow breath.

“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed, lion. Look at that.”

Leo’s soft whines were muffled when Roy closed his hand around his mouth. His eyes widened and his throat shrieked, jerking in his hold. He’d used his injured hand – Leo could feel the disgusting flesh against his lips and the foul stench of blood flooding his senses.

His eyes pinched in disgust.

“I was going to punish you for that,” Roy murmured, the smile slipping from his lips for a moment as he observed the secretary underneath him. “But I changed my mind.”

He lifted his hand away, and when Leo went to spit the amalgamation of blood that had coated his face and pooled at his lips, Roy had grasped his jaw in his uninjured hand, and jerked it back to him. Nails bit into his skin, and the secretary whined in pain.

Roy used his thumb to smear the blood across his lips, before dipping his blood coated thumb into his mouth. Leo’s face wrinkled in disgust as the blood found it’s way onto his tongue, choking on it.

“Let’s go. You can wash your face up while you’re there.”

When he was released, Leo twisted round and gagged violently, spitting the coppery globs from his mouth and trying to wipe them from his face. Roy had grabbed him, and roughly hefted him onto his feet.

Leo could hardly keep himself afloat, biting back the whimper when that fabric from before was pressed over his eyes, and tied around his head. The darkness made jitters scramble up his spine, yet the feeling Roy’s arm around his waist and gently taking his wrist to guide him made him feel comforted in a way that he couldn’t understand.

It was disgusting.

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